SOPHIA IS PRACTISING HER WRITING.
As I wander through the dark misty woods, I stumble upon a wall and as the mist clears, it reveals two ancient looking gold encrusted doors that opened up to the lost city that I had searched for over five weeks.
In the middle stood a beautiful tower that held the great viola, passed down from generation to generation.
I stepped in and then out flew a giant pickaxe coming straight towards me. I ducked as quick as I could. I took another step and out shot an arrow.
I started to question myself if this was a good idea?
SOPHIA = YEAR 6
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Nice description!
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