A Greek Myth A Greek Myth Alexander and his Vorpal Sword ...

life on the adventure. Dimitra replied “yes it’ll be
fun!” Moments later, the king summoned both of
them to the castle. His nerves sent a tingle down his
spine, as they entered the castle. The king sent them
their instructions, and seconds later, they set of on
their life taking adventures.
It had gobbled up the innocent teachers, and has
devoured the children and parents. It had looked like
it had been dragged through a hedge backwards. Its
hair was a tangle of snakes, hissing and squirming.
Its bulging yellow eyes stared at people in deadly
thought. It had paws as bumpy as a twig, and its
claws were as sharp as knives.
Alexander and Dimitra had to travel on foot over
the white golden sand on the beach. Its cave stood
over the beach in the rocks of the cliff, so they
clambered onto the rocks to climb up. Seconds later,
they were up, and Alexander and Dimitra were
cautiously standing on the front ledge entrance.
Nervously, Alexander edged inside the cave and
tiptoed towards the monster. Fear seized his heart like
a grabbing hand. Twigs and pieces of dried up flesh
crumbled and cracked beneath his feet. Out of
nowhere, a shadow scurried around him, then he
looked at the beast, what was that monster? Where
did it come from? As he trod over towards it, the
beasts legs unwound like a charmed snake, and
turned around, its back facing him. Then it pulled its