Kirjahaku

The man was large with a horrible painted face, he had a blonde beard that was flecked with grey and red blood from earlier victims. He lunged at her with his sword. She was off guard and could not prevent the attack. He drove the wide sharp sword into her unprotected belly, showing no sign of pity. The sword ripped upwards to slice her insides. There was no chance for Godelief to even strike another blow in return. She never made any sound of pain, other than a heavy sigh of breath as the life started to leave her. She fell to the floor and grabbed Bryn's hand, turning her head to look into his eyes and look on his face one last time, and she pleaded to Bryn, "Avenge me, my darling boy". Then, light gone from her eyes, she was dead, Bryn, stared with a horrified tearful glare and he saw the life fade and she was no longer his loving mother she was gone for ever, her eyes already misting over.

The man was large with a horrible painted face, he had a blonde beard that was flecked with grey and red blood from earlier victims. He lunged at her with his sword. She was off guard and could not prevent the attack. He drove the wide sharp sword into her unprotected belly, showing no sign of pity. The sword ripped upwards to slice her insides. There was no chance for Godelief to even strike another blow in return. She never made any sound of pain, other than a heavy sigh of breath as the life started to leave her. She fell to the floor and grabbed Bryn's hand, turning her head to look into his eyes and look on his face one last time, and she pleaded to Bryn, "Avenge me, my darling boy". Then, light gone from her eyes, she was dead, Bryn, stared with a horrified tearful glare and he saw the life fade and she was no longer his loving mother she was gone for ever, her eyes already misting over.

Hellen Jeffries usually daydreamed most of her working day. She dreamed of going on an adventure. Her Office work came easily to her and she was happy enough doing it, but she found it dull and mostly boring. She daydreamed of Australia. It was a place her uncle had often told her about, where the sun shone even on Christmas day as he had often told her. He had spent time there during the war and still corresponded with some Australian mates who sent him photographs of their homes and told him of their travels. The photos only served to fire Hellen's longing to see the place. She was a pretty, twenty-year-old girl with blonde hair and bright blue eyes. Despite her present boredom with everything in her life, those eyes still sparkled with a sense of humour which Showed her thirst for a more exciting life and a need to see the world.