A modern myth

Assessment of a part of story written by on bravery acts of Marcus   Summary: Marcus struggles to find his mother's diamond ring which would provide eternal safety.   The Modern Myth   The muddy peat fell to the ground - a shower of soil coating the coffin with dirt. A flower floated down. Then more soil, over and over, until the wooden box could be seen no more. The gravestone stood proud among the others, not a scratch on the marble surface. Marcus' mother was dead; there was no way she'd ever love again. The atmosphere could have been cut with a knife. The weary world stood still as Marcus came to grips with his mother's death. The will reading came soon after. The Power of Eterny sat silent in his seat. Magnus entered. He starred gromlessly around the room. The long table was clustered with relatives Marcus had never met before. The reading began. The solicitor's mouth moved without emotion - a gawping fish suspended in an ocean. "…….To my cousins, my gorgeous animals, to my darling husband, my house and land, and finally to my beloved son, Marcus, my wedding ring." Huh! Marcus was miffed. A ring - just a ring. Didn't his mother love him enough to give him anything bigger!. The reading was adjourned, smiling faces departed, others saddedded, walked away empty handed. What Marcus didn't know was that the diamond ring would open more doors than you'd ever imagine. Marcus wandered home down the winding path, a never-ending ribbon of cobbles, flowing out across the country. "Marcus," a voice around. "Marcus". Again the voice boomed out. " I am Aries, God of War and I will tell you about your mother's ring. Your mother's ring is scaled in a vault, the forbidden land. Find this and you find eternal safety for you and your village." Marcus listened hard and after a few minutes he realized that this was what his mother would have wanted. The Gates of the Vault in the churchyard stood dominant over the landscape. The chains clanked wearily, as Marcus rattled them to and fro. The gates wouldn't bodge; there was no way through. The forbidden land was clearly forbidden all over. Over…over…over! Marcus could go over. The spokes of the gate were daggers too, sharp and vicious for any mere mortal to overcome. Marcus would try his best though. He clambered up the wired railings trying to grasp his footing then flinging himself over the gate. Marcus took a deep breath, contained himself and then continued on his quest. Beyond the gates was a mountain. With no foreseeable path before him. Marcus would have to make his own way forward. Further and further he walked until he came to the summit of his mount. Marcus looked across at the view, the bright sun glistening down before him. Fields spanned out as far as the eye could see. Just green after green of foliage - beautiful but repetitive. There was no way. Marcus could find a way through. Then suddenly something caught Marcus' eye. A murky building stood alone to his left. A river wavered round the castle, curving this way and that - a moat of protection of glory even. The foundations were obviously crumbling - not afraid to admit its ruin. It was mess…..but a proud mess, its walls steeped with history. Marcus started to run, leaping and bounding down the hill. At the foot he was met by an ocean of

Assessment of a part of story written by on bravery acts of Marcus   Summary: Marcus travels through river, faces different challenges and brings eternal safety to village.   velvet, pristine and blue untouched by human hands. Marcus knew the building was somehow significant so made a dash for a riverbed. Splash! Marcus plunged into the waters and begun to swim against the current. Closer and closer he swam to the bank - victory in sight.   The river was no match for Marcus' strength. A ripple floated across the water, then a sudden chasm as the tar black neck of a monster rocketed out of the water. A gaping black hole stood threatening over Marcus. He became uneasy as the monster grimased a yellow-toothed smile - it was feeding time. Marcus dived for his life, his lungs bursting as he escaped from the writhing monster above. Through the murky waters a cave appeared. The rocky cave was just ahead its gloomy entrance hanging over him. The winding rocks seemed to be never-ending, following one after another, tracing into the darkness.   Marcus fell through the cave, falling into a seemingly endless abyss. In the dim light he saw a figure. A black physique loitered in the waters. Marcus hadn't got a moment to lose. He seized a sharp rock and plunged the monster's back. The water turned crimson, as the monster slipped away into the depths.   Marcus began to retrace his steps, not in so much of a panic now; for the mighty monster was dead. Further and further he crept, closer and closer to the exit, when suddenly he noticed a shaft of light, beaming down from above. A nick in the rock was illuminated in the sun. Inside, the ring stood glistering in the light. It was perfect. Marcus edged towards it apprehensively wondering if it was a trap or not. Slowly he reached out then clawed it with his bare hand. Close to his heart he held it mourning over his mother.   Marcus opened his hands again, but the ring had vanished. All that was left in his manly hands was a pile sand. He thought to himself," Great, I've travelled all the way here for a handful of sand!" Marcus desperately tried to retrieve the grains, but they had gone….the ring had gone.   Marcus swam up to the surface, dishearted at his loss. Cold and wet he wandered on home, pondering over different choices he could have made to change the situation. All in a fluster, he heard a faint voice," Marcus, Marcus, you have done great things. We are sitting here in awe, marvelling even at how brave you have been. Let's look forward to the future, not swell on the past. We the gods have granted you and your village eternal safety, as your mother would have wanted. Today, Marcus you are a true citizen, an honorary being, that should go down in history."   The End