Junior School Magazine - Edition 5 (June 2018)

M age Many things happen in the morning. The first being that everything wakes up. The clans, animals, the dreams turn to daydreams and the plants. A gentle breeze brushes the trees. Young girls suspend cooking skins over sizzling fires. Others prepare the men for hunting. Birds chatter noisily to each other, discussing what they have planned for the day ahead. The smell of the leaves and crack branches calms you. All of what I have told you, is what my life used to be like. Now, I live in constant fear. At first, I didn’t understand why they wanted me to become a mage. I’m only twelve summers old and usually, you have to be thirteen. “You are talented Lake!” He had told me. Lake is my name. I have blue eyes which makes the name ironic. I’m from the Dolphin Clan which makes it worse. My flowing red hair swayed, as a breeze shook Pi’s hut. Pi is the clan mage. “Don’t doubt yourself!” he urged. I sighed, and tried to have a vision again. I closed my eyes (like he had told me), and ‘called upon the universe to help me see,’ I frowned. As if that could work. Then I was overwhelmed by a flash of light. A vision! “What? What did you see?” Pi exclaimed excitedly. My head burned, like a fire had been ignited inside it. I ached all over. “There, there was a dark figure. A man holding a torch. The, the village was on fire! Everyone was screaming! The man towered over me and then.” I stopped. Tears were streaming down my face now. Pi stared at me. A look of absolute terror consumed his face. “You have to leave the village. Now!” I ran. So fast that I almost fell. A flood of tears streamed down my face. Why was this happening? I stopped and turned around. I heard the crackle of fire. I kept running. I stopped again – completely exhausted – and looked around. “You lost?” I flinched, drew my knife and looked around for the voice. “Who, who’s there!” I shouted. My heart was thumping. A boy, about my age, jumped down from the trees. “I’m Flynn,” he said. “Do you need some help?” He asked. “Yes,” I whispered. I told him what happened. His green eyes glimmered as he listened. “Come with me,” he said. Then we ran. “I know your mother.” “What?” I cried. We stopped at the edge of a large lake. A figure rose out of the water. A tall woman with red hair and blue eyes! “Mother?” I said, doubt evident in my voice. “Lake!” She whispered, tears welling in both of our eyes. “I know why you’re here. They want to capture you so they can get to me. I can’t leave the water. You’ll have to defeat them. I’m a water sprite.

Secret Goetz Year 6G

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