It was when the passage became rocky and uneven that the lead guard knew they were close, “We are close, let us tread quietly and-” There was a loud cry from ahead and the sounds of metal hitting rock, “It sounds like they’ve begun.” The band of peasants crawled round the side of an ominous cliff and lo and behold was a grand temple, built out of solid granite. There were about twenty or so ogres clambering all over the temple, smashing their great oafsome weapons against the walls and decorations. Giant faces of stone were falling from the temple and inside were statues dedicated to a certain deity. The lead guard whispered, “It is said that if a statue is destroyed a vengeful spirit will possess the closest mortal to it and cause untold mischief. However, the worst thing is that this has never actually happened, there is no telling as to what is going to happen if they destroy the statues.” The lead guard unsheathed his longsword and readied his shield. He looked over at the temple and shouted, “Leave that shrine alone, charge men!” The ogres roared with disgust and turned on the men and women as they ran towards the shrine. Prior unsheathed his own blade which the blacksmith had supplied them all with before they had left, he saw Lucky immediately run up the grand stairs and straight into the statue chamber. He tried to follow him but an ogre leapt down from a pillar it had been smashing and pointed at Prior. In his deep, hefty tone the ogre said to Prior, “Don’t even think about it pretty boy.” The ogre raised his giant hammer above his head and laughed. The ogre must have stretched to about twelve feet high, Prior was only four. He courageously dived between the ogres legs as the brute swung down and crunched the granite where Prior had been. The ogre snapped his legs together hoping to pin Prior but Prior was already inside the temple. The ogre cried with annoyance as a spear dug into his left shoulder, “Pick on someone your own size!” The plump man roared as he began to stab the ogre with an assortment of blades, “I’m not the village butcher for nothing!”

Prior crept cautiously through the temple, he made sure not to walk in the centre of the circular room and walked behind the pillars which were on the outside of the room. In the centre of the room were five ogres, six statues and Lucky. Lucky was approaching the ogres from behind, they saw the dog creeping up. The sounds of battle echoed throughout the temple as one of them shouted, “Kill that mutt!” Lucky whimpered as the five, hulking creatures raised their weapons. Prior leapt out from behind a pillar and withdrew his longsword. Prior sprinted towards one of the first ogres and sliced at his calves, the ogre roared with pain as he collapsed to the floor, Prior jumped off the back of the ogre which had fallen over and attempted to slice again at another ogre but the great lumbering oaf grabbed his arm and threw him onto the floor. For a split second he was flying through the air and then he smashed into the floor, jarring his whole body, a splitting pain erupted in his ribs as the ogres circled him and Lucky. For a moment, Prior thought it was over, he had accepted death. There was a deafening crack that ricocheted around the temple and a roar from an ogre, the other four looked round and saw that the ogre that had collapsed earlier had destroyed the statue dedicated to Hades. They began to cackle and turned back towards Prior. Another deafening crack as another statue fell to the floor, soon all of the statues in the temple had been obliterated. The lead ogre laughed, “We’re going to make you bleed, little boy!” The ogre grabbed Prior’s neck and lifted him off the floor, Lucky tried to bite at the ogre’s arm but he kicked Lucky into the nearby wall. The ogre took Prior’s blade and lifted it to his neck, “Now, die-” At that exact instance the temple began to shake, the floor began to split and crack, and the pillars around them began to wobble. The ogres looked worried and the lead ogre dropped Prior onto the floor, “What’s going on?” One of them asked,