HUMANS VS MINOTAURS
Long, long ago in the 18 hundreds, there was a teenager named Max, who lived in Telford, which was a small town. It was very quiet until all the people of the town started to worry about a beast, who was eating people whenever they got next to the nest. Only one person was not worried about it. That person was Max. On one night he heard a knock at the door - it was the chief of the army. Max followed the chief to a secret room.
The room was as dark as space, everything was pitch black. Luckily the chief had a flare. The chief and Max spoke about Minotaurs. Max was assigned to take care of the minotaurs which were killing people. The only way to kill them all was to kill the queen. Max headed home.
Max sharpened his sword and dagger for the next day. He headed towards the nest. Along the way he passed one village, named Shrewsbury. He continued straight in to some woods where he could smell the stench of rotting dead skin.
As he walked he saw a lot of traps. He found a stone and threw it. It set of a all of the traps making a path to the entrance. Bravely, Max sneaked inside the cave which was dripping with rain. He had managed to find the queen.
Max saw hundreds of minotaurs surrounding the queen. Max looked around and was surprised to see a pile of TNT. Thinking quickly, he made a spark with two stones. All of a sudden Max sprinted out of the cave as mighty explosions made the ground beneath him shake. He turned backwards and saw it had made a giant hill and all the minotaurs were dead.
This hill, the grave of the terrifying beasts, has become known as the Wrekin.