Land of Magic
ZAAAP! "It worked. We've created a sliver, the legendary species."ROOOAR! "Run, they have escaped the cage. Emergency! Destroy them before they multiply. Gonnorian duck!"
"What the @#%*?"
Splatter! "They are multiplying. Everyone, spells at the ready. Ready, aim, FIRE!"
FOOOM! "That's what I call toast."
"What? Where are the slivers?"
"They're in the ocean. They're heading to the island. Summon the drakes."
Then I stepped in. I am a shapeshifter and right now I am a wizard. I hopped on my drake. It was as blue as the sea. The drake liked me as its owner. The drake knows that I'm a shapeshifter. I got thrown through a quantum flux and landed in the world of magic. Then we soared down to the island. We started looking for the slivers. We started in the lush green forests. The wind slapped against my face as we swooped down. When we were well hidden, I started to shift back to my normal self (a pool of goo). Then I turned into an Anired Brushopper. The drake and I went to the northwest region. There it was, the ice cave. I morphed into a Black Mage. I looked around and saw my reflection. My dark mass and yellow eyes glowed.
by Brendan
Young Writers Camp, Oakland
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