The shadow, chapter 2

Amy didn’t know what to do. She couldn’t pull free from the chains binding her wrists and ankles to the wall but she had to escape this place before the shadow destroyed it. A man came in, he unlocked her chains silently and shoved her through a nearby door she hadn’t noticed before. It led into another dark room. She was then ordered by another man to stand still until he came back. When they left, Amy immediately spotted a hatch in the ceiling. She scrambled up the damp wall and through the hatch into a kind of living room.

She opened another door in the living room into the forest she had been in the day before. She sprinted away from the terrible place and found a pile of soft leaves and moss. She slept. In the middle of the night she woke up to the sound of howling wind and slicing sounds. What was making these strange noises?

The shadow

It was time. The time that meant everyone must journey to distant places. Amy was prepared and eager to leave, she pulled her bag on and rushed across the field outside her home. She ran and ran, not daring to look behind her for fear of seeing it. Only when she entered the dark forest did she stop and take a breath. Suddenly a cold,black mist filled the area around Amy.

Amy stumbled through the trees with the moon glowing like a speck of light in the darkness. She was scared and kept hearing a woosh of cool wind but still didn’t dare to look behind her. Amy suddenly saw a clearing and a welcoming fire, she rushed towards it and collapsed next to the campfire, she fell to sleep as soon as her head touched the dirt.

When Amy woke up, she was not in the forest she had been in the day before. She had shackles around her wrists and ankles. Amy looked around and realised she was in some sort of basement, she called out for help, and again, and again. Suddenly someone opened a door behind her, “Shut up, girl or else…” He slammed the door and walked up some stone steps. Amy was worried. What would she do?

What is warm? Drinking hot chocolate, sleeping under my duvet covers and a hot coal on the fire.   What is cold? Ice cubes, the Arctic at night and my fridge in the morning.

What is rough? Sandpaper, dragon hide, and the rough hair of a buffalo.                                                 What is smooth? An eggshell, my guinea pigs fur, and a pebble being washed by the waves of the ocean.