Read it! MYTHANIEL

[sara rey]

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THE CURSE OF THE DIAMOND SCEPTER

By: Jayme Allen

Chapter 1:
the myth

Dear Lilac,
Life here in Mythaniel is incredibly dull for a world of myths. Have you found your inner myth yet? I haven't and I am the ONLY one in my class. I mean, for a sorcery class, there is a LOT of pixies. Remember Jess- you know- our friend from Spell books class? Well, turns out, she is a Unicorn, do you believe that? A UNICORN. Laugh out Loud right! Well, I hope that I become a mermaid. Well, I have to go; my mom FINALLY is going to let me go to the magical pet pound! I hope I can get a water dragon!

Yours truly,
Lisa Marie Hourglass
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Dear Lisa,
Well, Magic Land isn't what I thought. What would I give to go back to the suburbs of Mythaniel? I have found out what I am, it is kind of embarrassing. I am, well, an elf. It is kind of cool though, I mean, controlling the element I do. But, it is a LOT of responsibility. I have to protect the creature I will be assigned to tomorrow, it will be like a pet. I will get to speak to it with my mind. I have been, changing. My hair is growing. It is LONG! My ears are pointed now. I am getting taller, and I am REALLY skinny and am getting fangs too. They aren't like vampire fangs- they aren't as long. Well, got to go, my mom is calling!

Bah bye,
Lilac Rosa Nomadrian
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“Oh, great," I thought as I gathered my spilled books. My wand! Where is my wand? I looked up just in time to watch the precious stick rolling through the halls. OH NO! I scrambled to get and grabbed it just in time before Jess destroyed it with her hoof.
“I am SO sorry, Liz!" she neighed. With a flip of her mane, she was galloping through the halls. "Thanks." I muttered. Ever since Lilac moved to magic land, nothing has been the same. Barring!
Oh NO! Not again! I can't be late for potions or Mr. Condor will suspend me! I rushed to class, if only I had wings. Or better yet, a TAIL! Oh, what I would give to swim with the fish! Besides, if I get suspended, mom won't let me get a dragon!
“Timeuless, rewindu-" I was cut short when Mr. Condor was staring at me with his evil eye. Who knew griffins had such an evil stare?
"I um, got to go bye!" I said as I turned to go to class.
“Not so fast Lisa," said Mr. Condor as he put a talon on my shoulder. I shuddered and turned around.
“Please don't suspend me Mr. Condor, please!" I begged.
"We'll see about that in class." he said flapping his wings toward the classroom. As he entered I retrieved my wand raised it up and muttered, "Timeuless, rewinduless."

“Oh great,” I thought as I gathered my spilled books. "Hey,” I thought, the spell worked! Yes! Now my wand," I grabbed it as it started to slip away."Gotcha, now I got to go!' I sped to class and slipped in my seat just as the bell rung. Potions were the only class where no one had their myth yet. "Today is a very special day for all of you. We will be concocting the Myth Potion. When you drink it you will see a vision of what will be your myth. A lucky few will actually morph, if not when they drink it, but in the next several days. Good luck." he passed out a paper of instructions and some ingredients. How embarrassing! I thought as I mixed and poured. If I morph here, I think I would die! I knew I was done when the liquid glowed neon green. I didn't want to be first and I saw Eric McNahill finished the same time as me. I watched him drink the liquid and saw his eyes gloss over. Spooky, I thought. Then, his shirt started to split down the center, showing fur. His hands turned into massive paws as his shoes fell apart. His face formed a muzzle, with dangerous teeth. "Eep!" I exclaimed, Eric is a, WARE-WOLF! I hope I’m not one. As quickly as he had morphed, he returned to his normal self, looking dizzy and scared. If morphing is THAT bad.... I thought. Oh well, here goes, I gulped the potion, weird, it tastes like, broccoli! I could feel my eyes gloss over as I saw under the sea, Yes! I thought, I AM a mermaid. I saw myself swimming through a school of fish with a shining blue tail. Suddenly, reality snapped back in. i looked around to see 2 others had morphed. Jennifer Mortesky was a beautiful fairy, just like everyone thought she would, and Brock Connorstone was a wait, no way! He was a wizard! A wiz-kid! Cool! Wizards don't morph, their wands do. His wand was a long scepter with an onyx sphere at the top. I looked at the black snake-dragon wound around the handle. bbbbrrrring! I scurried away, tripping on someone’s hoof. I looked up to see a centaur staring down at me. "Sorry." I muttered as I scrambled my belongings together. Ever since lilac moved I have been such I klutz! I hate it. I can't wait till I morph. mermaids get their own building at the school, only mermaids! At least I will be able to walk when I'm dry. Good, I thought, it’s lunch. At least I won’t get suspended. I am SO glad that our school only goes until lunch. Lilac told me that hers goes until 4:00pm! Can you imagine bring at school ALL DAY? Instead of going straight home, my mom said I can go to the pound. Finally, kids started leaving through the mahogany doors. The school is supposed to look like a medieval castle. I feel sorry for anyone who has a wheel chair; elevators weren’t invented in the 16th century. “Why walk?” I asked myself. I grabbed my wand, held the handle, swirled it over my head and said, “Transportatus “I squirmed and wiggled as my body was taken into a vortex and spit out at the pound. When I get my dragon, I thought, I will fly on top of it. “Excuse me,” I said to the pixie at the counter, “where are the dragons?” the miniscule red-head pointed towards a door, slightly scorched. I cautiously opened the door, revealing dozens of enormous, caged lizards. I walked to the section marked “Water” I beheld a wondrous sight, the jeweled lizards peacefully watching me, unlike the fire-breathing demons around them. I shifted my gaze to a younger dragon, just large enough to ride. I wheeled his cage to the front desk. “Ah,” said another pixie, noticeably older than the red-head from before, ‘jasper, yes, he is well trained.” She handed me a saddle and some food. I should probably point out, not unlike the water horse, dragons have no gender, but reproduce alone. Locked the saddle in place and mounted myself, urging the young dragon to fly. As he ascended into the clouds, I watched the world below me shrink. I steered him to my house, brought him in and showed my mother. “meet Jasper.” I introduced my dragon. “isn’t he beautiful?” “ he certainly is.” Said my mom as she fluttered towards him. I guess I should tell you about my family. I am an only child (not for long! Soon I will have a little sister!) , and I live in the suburban city of Mythaniel. My dad is a wizard, my mom is a fairy. When you are in my room, you could swear you were under water. My dad is a magical architect so he made my room an underwater paradise. A spell made the waves on the wall look like they are moving, fish circling my room. Sometimes a sea lion swims bye. When I want, you can hear the waves and he seagulls above. The floor feels like sand, but it isn’t. And, I have a small pool in the corner. it goes down far, thanks to another spell and it is a long winding tunnel, with dolphins towards the end. I grabbed Jasper and together we swam through the florescent blue tunnel. As we reached the small cove, I realized something was different, changing. I quickly sat on the coral shore, breathing deeply. My legs started burning, a magical glue squeezing them together. My feet disappeared as they grew into long, aqua blue fins. My legs were suddenly scaly, and awkwardly slimy. My hair grew longer and blue highlights grew in, they were mystifying on my chocolate brown hair. I found a couple marsh marigolds and intertwined them in my hair. I whistled to Jasper and together we raced to my room. “MOM!” I cried into the house, “DAD!” They ran in together. “What? Where’s the fire?” cried my mom. “No fire, I morphed! I’m a mermaid!” I explained “oh, Lisa good for you!” Jasper clapped his talons together like a sea otter, I half expected him to start “oar”-ing. We all giggled, today was a happy one. “Hooray!” I shouted.








CHAPTER 2:
Knowledge


Dear Lilac,
Sighs and hoorays! I finally morphed; I’m a mermaid, FINALLY! I don’t know if you know the feeling Lilac, being an elf and all, but being in the water is utterly, miraculous. I mean, it’s similar to flying, in a totally crystalline way. The way the sun bounces of the waves, catching the clouds and moister in the air, creating an arch of color. The way you feel when you’re surrounded by matter, something with feeling, something alive, something like water. I just can’t describe the way you feel when you breathe deeply through your gills (a mermaid luxury) and stare at the wonders around you. Being a mermaid makes me somehow, more, observant of the ocean. I notice the seahorses, galloping of to play, the salt in the water, giving it a taste of mineral. I hope I’m not boring you with my water nonsense. I miss you so entirely much!
Write soon!
Lisa Marie Hourglass
Dear Lisa,
I guess I can’t completely understand your relation to water, but I can somehow relate. The woods to me are somehow akin to your ocean. A second home, a quiet place. Somewhere you can think. Somewhere you can just listen to the fawns chatter, they are awfully social creatures! Or maybe listen to nothing but the inner serenity of the human (or not so human) mind. I really must split! Like a banana you might say!
Loads of Love,
Lilac Rosa Nomadrian
p.s. I miss you girl!
I scurried into class, anxious for my first day in the underwater school. I was so bouncy as my feet tapped the tile floor. Unfortunately my first period class was in the Ground school and so I was stuck here until 9:00. I listened to my teacher babble on about Sorcery and how you can just “say no” to pressures like that. It can get so ANNOYING! I mean, come ON! Why do we have to hear about all the bad Witches and Wizards who “chose the path more traveled” I know I shouldn’t as they say “let the temptations of the superficial mind control my rational thinking”. I glanced at Brock, and saw his unconcerned expression that most likely mirrored my own. It was terribly depressing, the atmosphere of the room. All the kids had secretly turned their attentions to their Shellular Phones or iPearls. My attention span hadn’t improved much when Mrs. Flynn first mentioned him. He was the one we never talk about, the one who never dies, the one who haunts pre-schoolers beds, Claythorn. He was the scariest and most fearsome sorcerer who ever walked the planet. He was the equivalent to Voldemort, Darth Vader, and every other fantasy antagonist to ever cross the author’s perpetually dark sided mind.
This somehow sparked my intention, because I found myself listening intently, wanting to know the truth of this evil man. If you could call him a man.

[amethyniel]

Haha! Like I've told you, that ROCKS!

[sara rey]

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