his ear to the great doors, Perseus felt his stomach churn.
With trembling fingers he twisted the doorknob. At that
moment he hurled the doors open with purpose. Simultaneously
the guests spun their heads to face the intruder. A gasp
sounded from the table. Perseus scanned the room for the
man he wanted - the king.
A squat, balding man threw himself at Perseus, desperate
to please the king. With a swing of his blade, Perseus
slashed open the man’s skull, sending hot blood
spraying across the room. Watching their fellow fall to
the floor, three soldiers brandishing their spears, stepped
forward, ready for a fight. Perseus delved into the leather
bag and felt the still writhing snakes coil themselves
around his fingers. Taking a breath, he drew out the cold,
heavy head and thrust it in front of the soldiers. Its
mouth slid into a sly smile as he saw the warning signs
of the transformation the soldiers were about to undertake.
Suddenly, each soldier stopped in his tracks, frozen to
the spot for all eternity as fine cracks appeared on each
mans arms. Their skin, tinted grey, hardened, whilst their
voices faded into time as they turned to stone.
Finally, a glimpse or royal red alerted the predator to
his cowardly prey, running through a doorway. Catching
sight of his victim quivering in the shadows, Perseus
strode over to him.
"Make your peace with the gods," Perseus bellowed.
"You are about to die".
His jaw outlined his determination as he heard the king
begin to run. He charged forwards.
By Hannah, Brentford School for Girls
The boy stood there, his hand trembling. Gasping with
every breath, his heart pounded. Sucking in a last deep
breath, he threw himself through the great wooden doors.
The intruder entered. The guests turned and gazed with
curiosity. One man dropped his goblet. Another turned
and gasped. In his right hand he gripped his sword with
pride. In his left hand he held a leather bag. He strode
forward, proud, his eyes full of revenge. His jaw was
set with concentration.
A thick-set guest, bald on the head, ran forward to
block Perseus' entry. The young man cut him to the floor
with a slash of his sword and moved on towards the centre
of the hall. There, three warriors moved forward. The
trio ran toward him with their javelins. Perseus opened
the leather bag. Placing his hand in the bag he felt
the slithering serpents and Medusa's blood on his palms.
From the bag, Perseus clutched the snakes and pulled
out the head. Medusa's head stared colour-less, cold
and evil. The warrior's paralysed transformation began,
their faces stiffened, and cracks appeared.
Perseus turned, "where is the king?" he bellowed.
The king hid behind a red velvet curtain. Perseus searched
for the king, listening for trembling breath. He pulled
back the curtain and raised Medusa's head. The king
instantly turned into stone, the knowing look of death
in his eyes.
By Paige, Brentford School for Girls
Pressing his ear to the great doors, Perseus felt a
shiver creep up his body. He felt ice cold. His fingers
trembling violently, he nervously twisted the heavy
gold door handle. He entered, then drew a great deep
breath and screamed "I have arrived!"
Instantly everyone froze and all eyes were on him. Glasses
clattered to the stone floors, mouths fell open in shock
and the moment felt extremely tense. Perseus scanned
the throng quickly for his quarry, the king.
A squat, balding man galloped forward from the dispersing
crowd and boldly took out his sword. Without a second
thought, Perseus whacked the man with his sword. Warm,
red blood gushed out of his skull and sprayed the people
surrounding him. Perseus' sword dripped with bright
red blood and made Perseus feel nauseous. Three soldiers
raced forwards, spears and lances raised, perspiring
enormously. Perseus reached in to his leather bag and
felt the smooth cold wriggling snakes entwining steadily
round his fingers. He yanked the head out, holding his
breath because the smell was so grotesque. He closed
his eyes and pushed it towards the soldiers’ faces.
He heard a series of shrieks and slowly opened his eyes.
He felt sick. He saw the soldier's skin stiffening quickly
by the second. It was a disgusting sight.
Finally the hunter caught sight of his prey. The king
instantly fell to his knees and started groveling shamelessly.
"Please, Perseus, forgive me. I am a good king
at heart, please don’t destroy me, I beg of you..."
"Say your prayers, old man, for it is time for
you to die!" roared Perseus, his eyes narrowing
viciously. Even though he knew he had the upper hand,
Perseus was shaking and perspiring heavily. The king,
knowing that Perseus wasn't going to relent, got up
and started to run as fast as he could, his sandals
clattering against the cold, stone floors and his wheezy
breath getting louder by the second. Suddenly Perseus
lost sight of the king. Perseus paused and traced the
old man's wheezy breath - it came from under the grand
table. Perseus bent down and grabbed the king by his
long white hair, thrusting his sword into his chest.
By Ameenah, Brentford School for Girls
He was coming, the avenger.
Footsteps pounded down the corridor. Silence struck,
all eyes were on the door. Spilt wine on the floor,
trickling like blood.
Phineas's face was overwhelmed with fear. A chill ran
down his spine, sweat slowly dripped down his cheek.
People whispered words of anxiety, they exchanged looks
of horror. The door handle slowly turned...
Finally, Perseus crashed through the door, a shining
sword in hand. The guests gasped. Phineas shot up in
fear, a chair tumbled, breaking the silence in the hall.
Tugging Medusa's head from the bag, Perseus began to
petrify the guests, cutting down anyone that lay in
his path. The sound of screeching pierced through the
hall, lifeless bodies collapsed on the floor.
With a cry of terror, Phineas fled from the room.
By Aisha, Hounslow Manor School
As he approached the hall, Perseus felt the hairs on
the back of his neck tingle, as he tightened his grip
on the leather bag. From the hall came the clink of
glasses raised in celebration. He heard the deafening
cheers of people praising the king, the quick steps
of people dancing. He took a deep breath and flew into
the room with his sword held high. He gave them a menacing
glare. Hatred grew in his heart. A thought raced across
his mind: Where is he, the king? He had no need to barge
through the crowd, as it parted at his will. His heart
was throbbing against his chest like a ton of bricks
as he felt Medusa’s head squirm about in the leather
bag, waiting to be unleashed. At last he caught sight
of the cowardly king fleeing. The hatred grew and he
tore open the leather bag. The crowd gasped as Medusa’s
head was revealed. He nearly lost his grip as it squirmed,
waiting for its next prey. The snakes writhed with delight
at the room full of victims. The crowd screamed as they
realized what had happened. Some tried to run, but it
wasn’t long before Medusa’s eyes spotted
her victims. They slowly turned a chalky grey colour
as they turned to stone. The more they tried to struggle
the more satisfying crunches were heard. Medusa's snakes
hissed in delight. Phineas fled.
By Adeeba, Hounslow Manor School