Slowly, he slid forward. He was about to extend his hand when he heard a  crunching noise directly above him.

Hugging the jagged, crumbling wall with her back, she shuffled sideways.

Writhing and twisting, Katie crawled through the gaps in the crumbling columns and emerged in what had once been a magnificent pillared courtyard.

He came to a gateway and cautiously peered around it, not knowing what he was going to find on the other side.

She ventured a step closer. Then another.

He backed away. Looked around. As he did so, his gaze froze on something behind Katie.

Anything could be hiding in the shadows. As she drew her sword, she spun on her heels and checked behind her.

He drew his sword. Held the blade before him. Moved further into the shadows, scattering the rubble and loose stones.

Glancing down was  mistake. Her foot almost slipped, sending fragments of stone over the edge.

He stumbled and flung his hand out in front of him, groping for something to stop him falling.

Tom felt his ankles shoot out from under him and he toppled like a felled oak.

He darted down the slope, springing from rock to rock.

Desperately, he broke into a stumbling run.

He turned and ran and did not look back.

Blundering and slipping, he leapt from boulder to boulder, darting and dodging through the ruins.

She sprinted down the alley. At the end, she was faced with another collapsed wall that blocked the entrance to the courtyard. Another dead end.

He started to make his way towards the sound when a shadow moved behind him; something was raised above his head.

He slipped into a narrow passageway, and saw it was a dead end. He tried to back out, but the entrance was already blocked. He swung his head from side to side, searching for a way out, but there was none.

As he dug his heels into the horse’s flanks, he slapped its neck and urged it through the gates.

Katie galloped to the closest building, and she jerked her horse to a halt, she jumped from the saddle.

He grabbed the horse’s reins and swung himself up into the saddle.

He dismounted and tethered his horse to a hitching post.

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.

Task 2 – Use your plan to create a descriptive piece of writing. write the your 1st draft in your book. Then edit and improve your writing. For your final draft word process it and email it to me. I can’t wait to read them.