In class for writing we were writing a story about Tom Trueheart. Our class watched a little clip of it and we had to finish off the story I found it hard to brainstorm. I found it easy to write it.
Snowflakes fluttered. Freezing cold wind wrapped around Tom Trueheart as he trudged towards the Wizard's castle. His black hair turned frosty as the snow was falling. But that won't stop him. He has a magical sword Excalibur. When he stabs you you will turn into golden dust but there is only one problem he is the size of a thumb.
He got to Voldemort's castle and he heard noises from under the Wizard´s castle. He knew the people screaming were his six brothers and their Brides. He snuck under the door climbed behind a pot.
When the wizard fell asleep Tom stole the keys, ran to the dungeon, unlocked the cage. They sneaked out of the castle. Tom stole the wizards magical spellbook cut it in half and then turned back into a normal size. Voldemort without his spellbook will turn weak.
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