Junior School Magazine - Edition 5 (June 2018)

T he P ower R ock It was a humid, steamy day. The gathering animals, the lizards and chameleons were not included. The gathering crowded around a fire: it’s blistering flames made a dark murderous appearance. Not all was what it seemed. Even though Walar, the gathering’s magic-man, was doing the moonly welcoming of the gathering animals, he sensed a far greater power arising, a power that had slept for a long, long time. This power was far greater than the fire or the trees; only in stories had this power been talked of. “Heb a wuume ze wam aah,” muttered Walar, this was the welcoming for the clan. The Lizard nodded. He accepted the gift of now being invited to the gathering. The next day, Moro returned. Walar knew that he held the power, he had sensed it the day before. “Brother,” welcomed Walar. “Brother, it is good to see you.” Moro gave him a thankful glance, but said nothing. Instead, he jogged directly up to Nen-Hon, the gathering leader. He said only this: “I found this by the Soul-tree.” He brought out a diamond-like stone with an amber-red glow. Walar’s eyes widened, “it cannot be…” his voice fell away. “The stone that brought so much evil to the land, that it had to be buried by good itself – the power-rock.” Whispers ran through the watchers like bats flying. Nev-Hon gasped and demanded to call a Gathering-Leader meeting immediately. It was almost dark by then. But finally, all the Leaders came. “I am sorry for calling you here so late,” announced Nev-Hon. But there is a good reason.” “I hope so,” muttered one of the parrot gathering. Nen-Hon glared at him, his dark flowing locks streamed down his neck. “The reason is this,” said Nev-Hon as he took out a small bark bag, then showed the contents to the speculative party. All of them froze. Walar began to lecture the gathering. This is the Power-rock. It has enough power, to destroy the forest. Suddenly, the parrot Leader jumped up and yelled, “it must be destroyed!” Nen-Hon yelled out, “NO!!!” he had been consumed by the power of the dark stone already, it lay in his hand, glistening with victory. Then all hell broke loose. Arguments between all gatherings flared. The parrot-gathering Leader struck-out and demanded, “if you don’t destroy it, it will be a fight!” The Power-rock had done its job. The parrot Leader brought out a club and bashed the rock out of Nen-Hon’s hand. Then suddenly, Walar sprinted across and grabbed the rock from the ground, disappearing into the night. Walar ran all night. The stars above him beckoned him to carry on. He knew what he had to do. Then he saw it. The Water-Crash of Heim, where evil could be destroyed for good. He lent across the precipice. He could feel the Power-rock urging him not to let it go. His hand began to shake. He could feel the dark energy of the stone. Finally, he mastered the last of his strength to let go. He did it. His body fell back, his body taking-in great heaves of air, but he had done it. He had saved the forest.

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