I walked carefully up the grand winding staircase leading to King Henry VIII's huge room. I needed to tell him that his roast peacock dinner was ready. Quietly I knocked on the door, there was no response. I gingerly pushed open the door and crept inside.
'Sir, your roast...' My eyes adjusted to the darkness and saw the wicked king tucking into his wife, Anne Boleyn. He slowly turned around, fangs for teeth and an evil gleam in his eye that wasn't there before. The jigsaw slotted into place; that's why he beheaded so many people. He was a vampire!
by Olivia Marshall (Runner-Up)
Llanyrafon Primary School - Wales
Competition - Ancient Adventures
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