We have been learning to write a setting description.
As he approached the tangled vines, he could still hear the waterfall cascading. Above him, he could hear the foreign birds conspiring against him. After stepping into the blue pond his boots were all soggy. Nervous and worried, he ran his dirty fingers along the mossy walls.
As he stepped into the colossal cave-like opening, cobwebs got all on his face and he had to scrape them of. The brave archaeologists had to squint so his eyes could re-adjust because of the sunlight. After squinting suddenly, heard a drip of water. his flaming torch flicked as the wind blew it spat out bits of fire. Beneath his boots, he heard a crunch, twigs, leaves or bones? He would rather not know the answer.
As he turned round the corner, he stopped and turned his head and saw a golden idol. His eyes focused on the golden, glistening idol. There was nothing there to stop him from reaching out to claim it for himself, but that’s what scared him the most.