Thursday, 2 July 2015

Lady of the Forest

This term we have been collaborating on a story with our Twitter friend’s 4A Tollgate School from Eastbourne in the UK. We each wrote a paragraph inspired by the picture below. Room 5’s paragraphs are in red and Room 4A’s are in Blue. Enjoy

She had lived in the forest all her life. It was her home.
When she called in her sweet, melodic voice, the forest came alive with life. Wild and wonderful creatures would flock to her side from far and wide, recognising their mother’s voice. This time, her voice betrayed a hint of panic; she would need her friends and family more than ever now…
On the edge of the forest strange people had arrived. The terrifying intruders had snarling, crooked faces, covered with fresh scars. Hate shone out from their eyes. Their long muscular bodies were clothed in heavy leather and rusted armour. The strangers yelled at each other in an unfamiliar language.  However they were not alone they had brought with them huge mechanical monsters that were now destroying the enchanted forest.
Crash! Trees began to fall like dominoes around the warriors as they charged their monstrous vehicles towards the Mother of Nature.  Her strong, slender body moved, fast like a slinking cat.  Her melodic mesmerising voice sang out across the mythical, mysterious landscape.
“Dragons, Dragons, Lend me your ears, Rise to the challenge and set fire to the fears.”
Magnificent, fabulous, wonderful - all the dragons of Drongar came swiftly to fight the repulsive destroyers.
Out of the swirling, stormy sky swooped Drock, the lord of the dragons followed by Drax, and Drago. The thrash of Drock’s wings caused waves to awaken on the water and flames danced in his jet black eyes. Drock opened his mouth revealing rows and rows of razor sharp teeth that glinted like precious gold in a cave. Out of the depths of his stomach rose burning, hot flames. Smoke bellowed from his nostrils and the ground shook in anticipation.
Silence. Second by second, minute by minute, the intruders approached unaware of the dragons above them. Mischievous yet courageous, Drax and Drago, the identical twin sons of Drock, stealthily swooped down and started to shoot sparks of thunder and spit sparks of lightning. Their loyal red eyes read trouble. The dragons screeched across the sky as they gained the higher land and targeted the enemy.  The more they roared,  the more the forest burned to ash.
Mother Earth wailed as she saw her mythical forest burn. The gruesome intruders had started  to spit and curse as they stomped on the burning ground. Their faces were twisted with rage as the flames flickered around their legs.  Suddenly they heard a mighty roar from above. The intruders grabbed at their weapons ready to strike the scaly beasts that were fast approaching.
The dragons swooped from beyond the abysmal darkness of the trees.  The wood still fell as Mother Earth’s tired eyes cried more; desperately watching her home burning in crimson flames. The magical monsters continued their attack.  Drax’s pale white body cast an enormous shadow over the ground as the enemy caught a glimpse of the deep purple under his wings.  His mighty roar scared the warriors, sending them into a frenzy.  Drock’s long, sharp teeth clamped together as he prepared himself to pick off the weakest, hatred raging in his eyes.  From the back of forest snarling soldiers stormed on through, their deadly sharp arrows raced through the icy wind as they proceeded on, getting closer to Mother Earth’s Tree of Sanctuary.  She could do nothing but put her trust in her dragons. Although inside the forest chaos and destruction continued, outside there was an eerie silence. 
Drock swooped down amongst the intruders who were approaching the tree of sanctuary. He opened his wide mouth flashing his sword-like fangs. Arrows flew into his side but fell without penetrating his scales. The intruders screamed in terror as the three dragons landed amongst them. The dragons formed a circle around them and their mechanical monsters. The dragons roared ferociously, fire and flame bursting from their mouths. The intruders covered themselves as best they could but the flames singed and burnt their flesh. The intruders knew that they must escape or face being turned to ash. The leader of the intruders barked orders to retreat. The intruders clambered into their mechanical monsters and retreated in terror.
Mother Earth looked at her enchanted kingdom as the ash cleared from the blackened dead trees, weeping as the dragons circled around her, gracefully.  She was filled with terror and hatred knowing that the battle was not yet over; they would return with reinforcements. Mother Nature turned to her trusting and loyal beasts, whispering gently “Boggets draw near and spare your spirits and hands, bring back to the forest the green lands”.  With outstretched arms the Boggets swooped and swept across the pitch black forest and everything they touched turned evergreen. The newly-greened landscape stood proud against the ever darkening skies as the dragons patrolled the dusky heavens above. Growling and rumbling could be heard from beyond the distant lands, the louder the sounds became, the greater the terror.
Mother Nature commanded her loyal Boggets to fly to the edge of the enchanted forest. Here they cast magical spells over the fallen burnt trees. Out of the ash small seedlings began to grow in front of the Bogget’s eyes. The seedlings grew rapidly twisting and turning into gigantic guardians of the forest. Their branches swayed like huge grasping hands, their roots lifted from the ground and stomped along the outskirts of the forest. Their trunks grew wide and strong with thick bark and spikey thorns. The guardians bellowed in an ancient voice. The guardians formed a barrier around the forest awaiting the return of the dreaded intruders.
Meanwhile Mother Nature sat and cradled her forest friends. Her tears had dried and the Dragons of Drongar had returned to their lair. Mother Nature hoped her guardians would now protect her home from future attacks. Deep down though she knew this would not be the last time her home would be under threat.
The End

1 comment:

  1. I am looking forward to doing another story with classes all over the world.