Ruined cities.

He noticed her gaze upwards past his head. Out of the corner of his eye, as he turned, he thought he saw a flicker of movement by the gate, as if someone was dodging out of sight. But when he looked, there was no one there.

They trotted quietly around the city and entered it cautiously.

As she strode into the centre of the city, her stirred uneasily, ears back, nostrils quivering. Suddenly, one of the horses gave a high, terrified whinny, and shied, rearing. Kitty had to grip tightly with her knees to stop herself being thrown from the saddle.

He ducked and dived behind a pillar for cover.

Tom flung himself down behind the fountain.

John charged through the gaping doorway. Diving head first, he struck the ground in a tuck and rolled to his feet, sword at the ready.

For almost an hour, he dodged and hid, making a gradual skulking progress through the ruined city, jumping at every slight sound, every flickering movement.

Lying on her stomach, she crawled to the roof-edge and peered down.

As nimbly as a mountain  goat, he clambered to the safety of the rooftops, scaling the crumbling walls, and scampered across them, leaping over gaps.

Rob clambered up the outer walls, easily finding footholds in the rough-hewn stone.

Bending his knees, he leapt upwards in one swift movement.

She ran for the wall of rocks, pushed off the ground and jumped upwards.

He’d almost reached the next level, when the surface slid under his feet. he threw himself at the next ledge and clung on. Stones cascaded beneath his feet. as he pulled himself to safety, another stone bounded away into the dark.

Summoning his courage, he took a massive leap of faith. Piles of jagged masonry glinted in the moonlight far beneath hos feet as they flailed in the air.

As the hard grey wall rose up to meet him, he wondered if he’d misjudged his leap. But, suddenly, he was on the roof, staggering slightly, but still on his feet.

He sensed danger and leapt to his feet, drawing his sword.

A shadow darted ahead. He jumped and drew his sword.

The door was pushed open, the rusty hinges screeching. He clutched the longsword in both hands.

he clutched the hilt of his sword and gazed around with darting eyes.

Katie stopped dead in her tracks, staring upwards.

He straightened. Listened. Peered towards the empty shell that had once been the temple.

Trying to control the creeping terror that was spreading through her, she paused at the tunnel-like archway, and peered into the gloom….

Look out for part two tomorrow.

Task- imagine you are Zoe arriving at Eels Island – begin to plan a descriptive piece. Begin to organise your ideas and paragraphs.  Think about the language used when
describing settings, use preposition, expanded noun phrases and personification in your writing.