The Force of Truth and Grace British International School Shanghai (Puxi), Choi, Jiwon - 12 et’s tick our time back billions and billions of years ago. Picture this, when the Earth first began to rotate and when the sun just arose from the endless ashes. When the various creatures were first given L life, that was the age that I was born. When the age of creation was just about to emerge, that’s how our tale was written and how our adventure began. My life, before this adventure to the west, was pretty much spontaneous. Unexpected adventures always chased after me. When I was at the age of five million, I left the wizardry world of Olympus. Yes, it was depressing and heartbreaking to abandon the land that I’ve been breathing forever, however l was also delighted for the next destination of my anecdote. About a month after I left the Olympian wizardry world, I received an envelope with a golden feather inside. As soon as I unlocked the envelope, the feather swirled and pinned itself to my silver droopy hair, taking me to the grand, graceful palace of Olympian gods. A glittering rainbow filled the sky and gold had gobbled up the whole palace. The angelic statue of Cupid gracefully glistened as the sunlight gently shone through. Gorgeous melody from a golden harp was forming a pulchritudinous harmony with the glorious fountain. Whilst admiring the peaceful melody from the angel’s harp, a powerful voice flew down to my ears. “I sent the golden feather to bring you here,” Zeus blurted out his concern as he walked out of the Parthenon arch, “And this is why. There is a barbarous fight going on in far Western Europe. The place is in ruination. I need you to travel to the Francescan palace and cease the war by bringing the cursed sword of war back to us, so that the world can come back to peace.” “Oh! I forgot one thing!” Zeus remembered, “There will be monsters and poor souls that will be willing to join your journey. Take care of them with the force of the truth and grace. They will help you during your adventure. I trust you Harold, to finish successfully. Now, good luck!” Zeus and the other Greek gods all wished me luck as I stepped out of the gate and moved one step and one step closer to the destination. I swam across the peaceful lake of elegant swans and galloped through the mysterious woods where yellow and orange eyes were glaring at me through the pitch-black dark. I ran, swam, flew, dashed, walked and rushed until no such land was standing in front of me. Only an ocean was flowing and letting its tide in. As I swished across the crystal- blue sky on clouds, I could foresee the aura, rather mysterious. “Whoosh! whooooo.” The wind was howling wildly as the thunder cracked up the beautiful blue sky. The wave swallowed everything as the thunderstorm clashed into a humongous creature, swirling like a column of tornado. It had ice- cold, diamond- shaped eyes with a body full of blue and turquoise spots. Its chest and legs were a blended mix of Chinese dragon and whales. Its spike was as sharp as a tooth of a cobra and its kite shaped face was sparkling frantically with ice crystals. “My name is Poseideire and I am a grandson of an Olympian god, Poseidon. I used to guard the palace of Olympus but I have been executed because of my poor guarding skill. I’ve been waiting for million years in the cell of Polsharks. Can you please release me and let me follow you?” the monster begged in hope. “You are more than welcome to join my journey if you want, however the adventure won’t be smooth or straightforward. Are you still following me?” I repeated once more, trying to make sure. “Yes. I am more than happy to follow and will support you in any form.” Poseideire joyfully saluted. We travelled miles and miles for weeks and weeks, panting and sweating. When there was an obstacle in the journey, there was always a light streaming out of my dark soul - Poseideire. He guarded me all night even though he, himself was exhausted. He never complained, he just silently carried on. Whilst I was marching towards a rooted, hollow woods, I figured out that something was atypical. The trees started to replace themselves with rusty, ancient coffins and tomb stones as the whole woods rapidly became a spooky, horrendous graveyard. When the suspicion was building up, I felt something whooshing through my heart. It felt frigid, as if someone had shoved my heart in a tomb full of freezing ice. White substance was ruffling its gown when I opened my eyes. I pinched my cheek, holded my breath and punched myself on the nose, but it was reality. The blurry creature finally shoved its gown off and revealed itself to me and my mate. “Hmm.. Yes, you are confused. But on the other hand, you are amazed of how this could actually happen. I can always read your mind… so do not lie to me… You are going on a journey to the Francescan castle, right? Yes, you are…. I am Mr. Phillipé. I used to be the guard of Parthenon gate but I got executed because I.. did something terribly wrong. That is why I am stuck in here, at the spooky, dark forest with a human body! Will you get me out of here?” Mr. Phillipé questioned in a polite manner with a desperate look on his face. “Finally! It is the land of Francescan palace(Rome)!” Poseideire screeched in excitement. The Francescan palace was a land of joy and grace. Fresh crops had been washed with clear raindrops and deer were having a peaceful nap, tanning itself lightly on the gentle sunlight. Gentle breeze tickled everyone’s noses as aromatic scent of flowers danced through the wind. “Help me! Get me out of here! I’ve been holding earth from million years ago! Just get me out of here and I will do anything for you. Please!” a centaur roared, shattering peace. As Harold picked the centaur up, the centaur turned aggressive towards the others right away. “Who are you? What are you doing to Harold? Don’t you dare? You should get a taste of my fist! Come here, you coward!” As I tied the centaur’s head with magic rope, it began to turn milder and optimistic- the magic rope was my emergency gadget to use in this type of situation. Clash! Swoosh! Chang! A herd of minotaurs galloped speedily towards us as we locked our eyes and prayed for the best. One… two… three… We all waited for the minotaurs to collapse us right away, but nothing had occurred. Thud! Just then, I witnessed an astonishing sight- the centaur was fighting the last Minotaur left in the field. All of them had been knocked up. Blood was drizzling down its chin and its biceps were rumbling in agony. Its legs were immensely wounded with a nasty scar of a fierce axe. As the last Minotaur thudded on the ground, I dashed up to the centaur and examined through his body to check that his wound wasn’t too severe. I was impressed of how he could sacrifice himself for the safety of all the others. I then blessed the centaur and marched along the endless path. “I know where the sword is. In fact, I’ve been suffering because of that sword.” The centaur roared miserably. He confessed that he was trying to steal the sword since it was rumored that the true owner of the sword will be able to live forever. He exclaimed that a terrible monster called Artegon snatched it away from its owner and took it to the hazardous, horrid dungeon of the Francescan castle. As we silently slipped ourselves into the dungeon, Mr. Phillipé pointed at a microscopic, golden dot which was spreading the aura of depression and aggression. One step… two steps… three steps… the golden dot had transformed itself into a spectacular, golden sword now. My finger grasped the edge of the sword as the owner of the sword woke up. This time, the centaur wasn’t alone. Everyone joined in, smashing, punching, kicking, and boxing, doing a mini celebration when the owner finally gave up fighting. Everyone had learned a lesson there- Two brain is better than one and nothing is impossible when the whole group’s participating. “I, Zeus give Harold Fordman a permission of being a Greek goddess as he did me a gigantic favor of bringing the world’s peace back. I couldn’t do it without you, Harold, thank you. Secondly, I give Posideire a permission to come back to the Olympus castle as he supported Harold and made his adventure more secure. Thirdly, I ask Mr. Phillipé to come back and once again become a guard as he kept the journey lively and enjoyable for everyone. Lastly, I request Cemoires, the centaur to become Harold’s assistant as a goddess as he proved his braveness by sacrificing himself for everyone’s safety.” Everyone had a huge cheer, congratulating themselves. They were reborn. Between Dimensions British International School Shanghai (Puxi), Tang, Emma - 13 he silence of the night was interrupted by a murmur."Where are you, warrior? Give me a sign." Across the mountains, a meteor lit up the horizon. T *** 2 days ago: Thomas woke up to find his vision heavily clouded by bright dots.