As Banqo and I strolled across the dark and gloomy battle field the mist started to surround us. As we carried on our thick leather boots got drenched with water. Yellow fingers shot across the gloomy sky.
“What’s that?” I gasped.
I didn’t know what it was at first but it was three humbled hags who were known as witches.
As we got closer I got more scared. We stopped… the hags called out my name.
“How do you know my name?” I shouted nervously.
I was terrified, my hands were shaking. The witches were saying really weird things. Just a second later I started to under stand them.
“Hail Macbeth, Hail Macbeth thane of Cawdor. You will be king,” screeched the witches.
They carried on screaming until they disappeared into the mist. I couldn’t hear a thing after that. We then carried on strolling along. Just as we walked off my hands stopped shaking. Also the darkness closed in on us as well. We walked off and it got quieter and quieter as we walked along.