Junior School Magazine - Edition 5 (June 2018)

E scape the W ilderness It was almost dawn when Leathe heard the scream of his grandfather. Everything went quiet. Leathe scuttled up the stairs to where Papa was. “Leathe!” Papa murmured. “My time has come.” “No!” blurted Leathe, but it was too late. Then he caught a glimpse of something in Papa’s hand. It was a note with the Royal Queen’s seal on it. He picked up the note and read it clearly. Dear Leathe, I am writing this note to send you on a quest. You are to go to the Rainforest of the Creatures to stop them from taking over the world. Yours sincerely, Your Majesty, the Queen He had to go to the forest to defeat the deadly, catastrophic creatures. Leathe was an apprehensive person. How was he going to fight those creatures? Although, it was for his Papa, and like a flash of the wind, Leathe set off. Leathe was prepared for anything, but not prepared for what he had to face. From out of the bushes Leathe heard a rustle. He staggered back and out popped a little jungle dog. It was chattering away to itself about if she looked better from the front or the back. The jungle dog turned and stared its malicious eyes hard at him. “Who are you?” She said. Leathe didn’t answer. She repeated herself again, her voice raising every time she said it. Leathe opened his mouth but nothing came out, expect for a small, quiet, “Leathe.” “Well, hello Leathe. I’m Pastito,” she blurted in his ear. Leathe stepped away and Pastito followed. She knew what he came here to do. She just had to stop him. After hours and hours of the stupid dog chatting away to itself they came to the end of the forest. Pastito nudged open the leaf canopy. There in front of their eyes were a million miraculous creatures. Not friends – but the enemy. Leathe started to run as the demons chased after him. Leathe curled up in a little ball like a mole in his burrow; It was a catastrophe: every creature was after them as if they were their prey. The lights faded away as the sun closed its humongous eye. He was alone in the Amazon with no food, shelter or safety. All he had was the little cunning determined Pastito. He had to think of a plan, and he had to think of one fast. “Run!” Shouted Leathe. It was a race to the finish line. “Wait, stop!” he said. “How strange - these are just marshmallows.” They miraculously managed to out run the marshmallows and they finally reached a dip in the valley. A big glowing light source was coming out from it. Leathe’s brown eyes stared hard at Pastito. They ran down the hill and hurtled to a big stream, in the middle of the stream there was an island. Pastito splashed and Leathe sploshed to the tropical paradise. There on the island was the creatures source of power. He reached out to disable it, but something stopped him. It was the creatures. What was he thinking? He couldn’t destroy the creatures; they were living things. He knew somewhere inside them there was a heart. As Leathe and Pastito set off he realized something. “Anything worth fighting for can be found within your heart.” And off they went.

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