The thick banks of grey fog clung to the ship as it glided bravely through the raging sea. Its smooth wooden prow rose, revealing a dragon's face, its mouth fixed open in a malicious grin. The sunlight winked as it hit the polished blades of axes lusting for innocent blood and daggers richly inlaid with jewels from recent plunders. The terrified monks swarmed out of the nave like brown beetles, clutching their valuables. They scrambled around, frantically searching for an escape route but no hope remained. The dragons had come. The dragons from the mist brought certain, brutal death.
by Eleon Wightman (Winner) (9)
Prestbury St Mary's CE Junior School - Gloucestershire
Competition - Ancient Adventures
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