With a flourish, what appeared to be an ogre, stood high. It was Darth Oak, the co-leader of the Splinter force army. His body was covered in matte blavk armor and was holding a black serrated sword. There was a loud shriek coming from one of the shacks and within seconds the street was filled with 100’s of ogres and goblins.

When the fight had ended, the cobblestone street was filled with bodies. Harley looked away from what he saw. He looked back into the dark street once again but there was no sign of Darth Oak, Harley quickly walked back into the shadows to the cabin but he was shaken by what he had seen. The sky went even darker around him and it started to rain. He was sure that Darth Oak came after him.

When the sun had risen, the sky was blue and Harley, Han and Hared had set off far away from Ogre palace and were heading to the snake caves. The walk through the vast plains took almost all day. By midnight the 3 had reached the snake caves.

Outside the cave, the wind blew the autumn leaves around their surroundings. Inside the cave, the melted candle flickered it’s small light around the cave. Nervously, Han unwrapped the crumbley paper that was holding his fathers samurai sword engraved with Han’s name. Suddenly his engraved name started to glow a light blue, he knew it was bad. 

The low walls of the cave started to crack and crumble. Suddenly a hole opened up and tones of mountain trolls poured through. Hared had a crusty, old bag thrown on him while Han hid the sword so that they would at least have one weapon.

Aha! Finally. A wide long haired bear stepped through the cave, it was Darth Oak A.K.A Darth fluffy paws. The goblins pushed the 3 boys back to the mountain side. It was there the Splinter force army stood preparing for war. Angered, Han stared at Darth Oak, the place they thought was safe was the next target!  

The three boys were awoken by a shrill scream coming from little village. Once it had stopped the black robin dropped a letter down the hole, it was Harley’s mum Jannet. The three wolves peered at the message. It said, The splinter force army is near, they are following your tracks you need to go! They had no time to lose.

As they set off through the white mist, Harley asked if they could go back to The lazy river Han replied back with a big NO. They walked around a mile until they saw the outline of a towering palace surrounded by small shacks. Perhaps they could hide there, thought Harley.

Three hours later the three depleted wolves reached

what must have been the cold dark town of Ogre palace.

The cobblestone tunnel through to the small town was supported by old, rusty, metal beams. The tunnel was damp and smelt like fox poo.

The air was musty so they held their breath.

They had reached a small, abandoned house around the outskirts of the town, they thought 

they could stay hidden in the 

attic of the house so they did.

They had finally lit the melted candle 

the cold air blew through the cracked moss covered window, they were starving. Harley, who was the bravest of them all, went to find food. He had got to the market and the stalls were filled with goods. Harley took three lots of bread, meat and fish, they could have dinner.

At that moment, a loud call came from one of the stalls. He was a drunk scabby troll with yellow puss coming out of his eye, dragging himself towards Harley, figures appeared behind the man.

Harley crouched down hoping he wouldn’t be seen.

Finally, they were ready to leave. That morning, the robin messenger arrived at little village and dropped the scroll. The whole town was in shock as the Splinter force army was only 5 miles away. We weren’t safe. The walls that surrounded little village were too small and weak and the tunnels out of little village were crumbling and old and would collapse.

It was the three youngest wolves that left home Harley, Han and Hared. Their journey to safety would at least take two weeks but first they would have to pass through the enchanted forest Ogre palace and then the safety of the Arrowhead mountains. Even the Splinter Force army couldn’t get through the fierce army of the arrowenian army. When they reach safety everyone in Little village would be dead. Harley knew the way for his mother gave him an ancient map .

The sky was dull and it was raining so the three wolves decided to make camp in the Enchanted forest for it grants you good luck. Han decided to look for the most hidden area of the forest and so did the others.

Clutching the map, Harley and the rest trekked through the forest to a deep hole his great grandfather made it was pretty small so they made a room at the bottom with a fire
In it.

The three wolves ate their toasted meat and all dozed of into sleep but all harley could think about
was the bear army and the lazer rifles. Would they ever make it to the Arrowhead mountains?

None of the three had a nice vision of what might happen( while they were dreaming)They could only think about the clanging and banging of armour. They all thought they were going to die.