Dark clouds begin to roll in; then, it starts to rain down onto the earthy ground. From the left, tall trees wrapped with poison ivy vines, stand tall, and from the right, bushes of all shape and sizes cover the gaps in murky forest. Beneath your very feet lie sticks and logs covered in moss, and beetles from around the world. Through the fog and dense rain blinding your sight, there is a building that peaks behind the strong trees. It was built on rocks from the most expensive countries, towers that stood higher than the trees itself, and a door made of red oak that’s harder than any battering ram. You arrive at the castle, soaked to the bone and mud splattered all over your body. The sword sheathed on your very back is protected from the weather around, but it will not be for long unless you enter in castle. A creaking sound emerges from the red oak doors, as they open wide to let you in; then, they slam behind you with an echoing boom. Now, all around the walls are plastered with murals of the prophets of old, from Moses to King David; then, in the throne room sits the mightiest of kings. Shaking in fear, you approach the throne with the sword in hand and unsheathing it to reveal a glorious blade. Your mission is complete, you returned the Sword of the Spirit back to the King. Well done my good and faithful servant.
-Written for English Class