The Land of the Vikings

By Esther and Thomas

Wearily, Joe, Beth and Frannie scrambled frantically up the colossal, beckoning tree… Not knowing what was commencing. Will the land be full of happiness or horror? “Scary or not, I’m going to the land,” exclaimed Joe enthusiastically. A few seconds later, they came across glamorous Silky, and questioned if she was coming. Her answer was yes. Excitedly, they climbed up to Moon Face’s miniature home. The children and tree folk discussed recent happenings about their lives and others lives

"Unbelievably quickly, Silky explained the weird land at the top of the tree that day. No one was frightened; however the land at the tree that day was the land of Vikings, a very scary place. When Joe heard the news he immediately clambered up the ancient, wooden ladder. For a second, no one noticed him, but a second later, they saw him and ran after him. Joe rapidly escaped up and sprung into the land…

It was beautiful. Joe caught a glimpse of a moving dot in the distance. At first he did not know what it was, however the others were there now, and Moon Face just knew it. It was a Viking. The land really did not have much to say, because it was surrounded by sea. However in the distance was an island, a Viking island. Just then they caught sight of a Viking long ship.

“Oh look a narrow boat, shall we ride it,” cried Beth with enthusiasm.

“I think so,” replied Moon Face.

Once they had agreed on riding the ship, the friends set off for the Viking Island. Finally they arrived at the island,

“I’m not so sure about this now,” shuddered Joe with a shiver running down his spine. They all leaped one by one off the very brisk boat. What they had not noticed was that the second they stepped off the stunning ship it started floating away. All of a sudden the children heard an ear-piercing shriek from about three miles away in the distance. They tip-toed forward. The sound of footsteps plundered towards them. The cries became very close. They were trapped...

Not understanding anything, Joe unsealed his eyes and silently screamed in misunderstanding. Poor Joe, he did not understand any of this.

“Beth, Frannie, where are you,” Joe was alone, it was extremely confusing from the very start. He caught sight of something shimmering in the sunlight; it was a spoon, a beautiful porridge spoon. He picked it up carefully, because this was his and his friends’ only chance of survival. Frantically, Joe started digging under the wall made of steel and aluminium. Once he had dug down about five metres he began to dig forward. Eventually, he reached the surface of the tiny island. Just then he spied his friend a few miles away in a dangerous dungeon made out of…