Nothing could be seen except the whispering trees, illuminated by the silvery orb of the moon. Eerily, the skeletal trees waved like knobbly hands emerging from the ground. The moon shone majestically in the dismal sky. Stamp, stamp, stamp! Like a drum, the deafening noise rang out into the desolate night. Stamp, stamp, stamp! Gaining more power by the second, the terracotta soldiers trooped along the wall. Their unsmiling faces formed into a demonic, malevolent leer and inside their clay eyes was a scene of sadness, fear and impenetrable darkness. They had taken over. Nothing could stop them. Nothing...
by Ben Taylor (Runner-Up) (10)
Arno Vale Junior School - Nottingham
Competition - Ancient Adventures
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