Creative Corner
Fiction
Part I
Guardians of Earth
2
What would you do if someone came up to you and suddenly said you were a wizard? Yea, probably laugh, walk away, threaten to call the police for stalking, etc., etc. You go home, sit down, and turn on the TV. Then all of a sudden the same guy comes on the TV and starts talking to you. You rub your eyes in disbelief and look again. He’s still there. Yes, he’s talking to you, like he can see you. So, you go and decide to actually listen to him.
Sometimes I ask myself why I did.
That happened 3 years ago. I’m Mae. I am 14 years old. I’m not telling you anything else. It would be dangerous, very dangerous, not only for me, but for you too.
Well, almost as dangerous as what happened last week.
Most of what you know about fantasy is actually true. Wizards, mermaids (I’ve actually spoken to one in the Atlantic, she was pretty nice), werewolves, -what was that? Oh, you’re asking me about vampires? Don’t be ridiculous, that’s pure fiction.
I’ve known that I was a wizard since I was in 6th grade. I still go to school. Did you really think anyone knows about this but me? Why?
A) Government scientists
B) Lots of monsters
C) The Council would kill me before you could say oops.
What’s the Council? It’s The Council. They’re in charge of all the magical happenings on Earth. Well, only for some of it. Some people and the Council don’t really see eye to eye. They see no problem letting the world know they exist. The Council had a fight with them after the 2000 incident. They almost destroyed the world on New Year’s Eve…..not on purpose, but the Council didn’t care and exiled them. They vowed revenge and formed a group called the Formi. Ever since they’ve been plotting evil schemes to overthrow the Council and take over the world. So, the Council left us, the magical beings, to deal with them. We’ve managed for 13 years to keep the earth from exploding, but there was a close call last week.
And, I surprisingly lived to tell the tale.
Watch out!”
A fireball flew over my head as I ducked. Jeremy and I were trying to stop a bunch of Flame Fairies from overrunning New York City.
Jeremy is a wizard too. There are about 7 of us wizards in my school. Each of us has special abilities. Once you are claimed as a wizard, an ancient scroll decides what type of wizard you are. It’s what kind of magic you specialize in. I am a Tempest Wizard and Jeremy is a Fire Wizard. Tempest wizards can manipulate water, rain, lightning, wind, stuff like that. We also have a talent for things with electricity. There are many different specialties. Fire Wizards are great with fire, heat, the sun, etc. Frost Wizards deal with snow, hail, and cold. Life Wizards can make plants and animals do whatever they want and can heal others. Lastly, there are Death Wizards. They are kind of creepy and mean. The only wizards that specialize in Death Magic are usually part of the Formi. Death wizards can raise the dead and have a queer ability to transfer life from one being to another. Well, back to the story.
There was a tall brick building to our right. We both ran and hid behind it, panting from exaustion.
“How in the heck are we going to stop them?” Jeremy asked.
“I need some water”
“Really! You want to stop and get a drink while we’re being attacked?”
“No! We need to find a water source! They are Flame Fairies!”
Still not following my train of thought, Jeremy ran around confused. About a block away I saw a water fountain. It wasn’t much, but it would do.
“Jeremy, go over to the water fountain and turn it on!”
“Bu-“. “Just go!” I interrupted.
He ran over and pushed the button. As soon as the water came out I redirected it towards the Flame Fairies. When the water hit them it sounded like putting a hot pot under cold water. As they disappeared, Jeremy ran back.
“I hope the Formi can try to keep their attacks off of school hours.”
“It’s fine, we haven’t missed all of 3rd period yet. I have late passes from our guidance counselors. I had an appointment last week, but they forgot to write the date in.”