The Normans came charging towards us on their huge, galloping horses wearing heavy metal armour. They looked fierce, ‘Charge!’ yelled King Harold. As they stormed towards us we stood our ground, as deadly and gruesome as it was. As battle commenced, blood and death was everywhere. An arrow was shot which was heading straight to the king. I yelled to warn him. He raised his shield. The arrow stopped dead. The king was saved and I was the hero. The battle stopped and peace began. Handshakes, hugs and a happy story for history to tell.
by Larry Hibbs (11)
Moorside Primary School, Manchester
Competition - Time-Travelling Tales
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