Unstoppable

Author's Note: This is the third installment of the recent story I have been writing. I am trying to put metaphors in my writing. I am also trying to purposely write the four different sentence types.

Together they were unstoppable, except, they didn't know it yet. Hito had one more discovery to make until they could truly realize this. Hito still needed the help of one person to discover this. This person was somebody he never would've guessed.

It took mere minutes for Hito and Anita to become friends. They got along like best friends who had known each other for a long time. Anita had to show Hito around the house so he could know where everything was, and so he never got lost. Hito thought that this was the most amazing and magical house he had ever been in. When he got to his room, Hito's mind was blown. The walls were snow white, and they seemed to glow. A king size bed that looked to Hito like it was really fitted for a king sat against the far wall. Against the opposite wall was a gigantic flat screen TV. Hito was surprised that their was such a big TV, he had never seen one before. Underground they were a rarity, because it's hard to get a good signal. The wall facing the door had a ginormous cabinet with a large mirror on the front. After a few minutes of Hito staring amazingly into his room, Anita got worried, and lead him out. When she brought him back downstairs, she went back to the dining room. Shilleve was sitting at the head of the table, sipping a glass of wine.

"Hito sit down, we have important matters to discuss. Anita, you are dismissed to go to your room and work on your exercises. When you are done, you may do whatever you like, but do not disturb us," Shilleve commanded. Anita hurried out of the room and went up the stairs. After a few seconds Shilleve stood up. "Please sit down. Is there anything you would like to drink?" Shilleve asked. Hito shook his head and quietly sat down. Shilleve got another glass of wine and sat down. "Before I say anything else, I must tell you this, Hito, do not be surprised by what I am about to say. Hito you have a power locked inside of you that no human being on Earth has had before. The Force is inside you, and I will help you unlock it."

Controlling the Action

Author's Note: For a writing exercise, we had to make a writing piece with only one action, starting with what Mr. J put. My part is in red.

The saloon grew quiet as Carl stood away from the brass rail and looked to his left where the Sheriff was poised, arm extended to draw his colt .45 with the flick of his wrist. The citizens of Tumbleweed were prepared for violence, they were constantly living in a state of fear as was most of Arizona in 1885.

Carl drew a long puff of his cigarette, and flicked the butt of into the crowd of what was destined to be witnesses to one more death, one more needless act of violence, one more scar on the soul of Tumbleweed.

As the smoke rose from the shrinking cigarette, Johnny realized that this was not his world that he should be living in, but it was. He could've had fame and fortune, if he wouldn't have made that one mistake-- the mistake that changed his life forever.

Johnny was an up and coming football player at his local university, and in his freshman year, he had been the star player. He had also come close so to winning the most prestigious award possible. The night after he came within reach of it, he had his first drink. The fallout that happened after that was catastrophic. He became a drunk, and had to go into rehab, his NFL stock fell from first round pick, and maybe even first overall pick, to "should we even draft this guy?" When he came out of rehab, America had moved past Johnny Football, and hooked onto to another young player that had risen to stardom.

 Sitting in this old western bar, Johnny watched the fight with little intent, this is what his life had become, sitting in a bar with a bunch of drunk cowboys watching them match wits? He was disappointed in himself. Without turning his attention to the fight, he heard a loud BANG, and the bar did the best thing it could do. Silence.

Anita's Passage

Author's Note: This is the second installment after The Discovery. This story actually took place a few weeks before The Discovery. I am working on using better word choice and  I want to include a better conclusion.

Anita wished she could live a normal life. If she could start over fresh and clean, and get rid of her "ability", or her Passage, as everybody called it, she would jump at the opportunity.  She didn't know it, but her opportunity was coming soon.

Anita could read minds.  When she did it, it gave her migraines that would last for days. She had to focus on the person she wanted to mind read, and their thoughts came flowing into her mind. She had mistakenly asked somebody about one of their thoughts when she was young, and then everyone said that she had The Passage.  Anita never understood what that meant, so she just assumed it meant that she had a talent.

At school everybody avoided her, not wanting her to listen in to their personal thoughts, even though she would never do that. Even the teachers were scared of Anita. Anita wished that people could understand how much it hurt her to read minds. Everybody thought her radar was always on, when it actually took intense focus to turn on. Anita was shocked when she figured out that her parents were even timid when they were around her. Anita knew her life was heading for the pits.

Anita was waiting at her bus stop, right at the edge of the cul de sac, dreading school, knowing it was going to be another day where nearly nothing happened. Staring at her feet, she heard a vehicle coming. Thinking it was the bus, she looked up, prepared to get on and drag through another day of school. What she saw instead was a clunky old pickup truck. A man stepped out. Thinking he was a kidnapper, Anita started t0 run away.

"'Wait, Anita. Stop! I just want to talk to you," The man yelled to her. Anita screeched to a halt. She turned around on her heels and slowly approached the man.  "My name is Shilleve," the man said, "and I came here to help you start a new life. I am leading a revolution, and you are part of it. You would be second in command, only to the chosen one, who you'll meet later. The best part for you is, nobody will know about you Passage. The choice is yours. What will you choose, your current life, or a life filled with adventure, where you'll be treated normally?" Anita was shocked. How did this man know about her Passage? And how could he make such a preposterous offer? She didn't know what to think, but pretty soon, she had made her decision.

"I'll join you," Anita replied firmly. Shilleve got in his car, and Anita hopped in behind him. Shilleve started the car and they drove away. Anita noticed that they were headed for the surface, which confused her, because there was almost nothing on the surface that was interesting. They stopped at a small house, and Shilleve got out, without waiting for Anita. Anita quickly got out, and sprinted after Shilleve.  She barely made it into the house just as it closed and the lock clicked. In front of her was a magical place. Inside the small house was a mansion.

Over the following weeks, Shilleve showed Anita around the place, showing her rooms that she never would have imagined. He also helped her hone her Passage, giving her exercises, so that after a few weeks, it took less effort for her to read minds, and she didn't get killer headaches, which she still got if she went overboard. One day, she was working in the weapons room, a room filled with a ton of weapons and other things, doing a few of her exercises, when she heard the huge doors that led into the room creak open. She whipped around, sensing someone was with Shilleve. She read his mind and instantly knew he was the Chosen One.

The Discovery

Author's Note: This will sum it up. All of my stories have been leading to this one. In this piece I will work on using better word choice, being more descriptive in some of the words that I use. I also want to include a better conclusion.

Hito's world was perfect. Everything, everywhere, was perfect. Humans had found a way to live in harmony with the environment while still being able to use modern technologies. The simple solution was this, almost everybody and everything moved underground. What Hito didn't know was that he came from a great line of heroes. Heroes that nobody knew about.

One morning, Hito's father approached him and told him that they were going for a walk. Hito got dressed and ready, and met his father at the front door. "Now Hito, no matter what happens today, do you promise you will always remember my favorite saying?" His father asked casually.

"Yes father. 'When in doubt, turn left'. I don't understand why you say that," Hito responded monotonically. His dad sometimes confused him with weird sayings.

Hito followed his father out, and his father took him to the surface. As they walked down the clean streets of New Hampshire, Hito marveled at the outside world. Even though he had been here many times, he always was amazed at the way the world looked. When his father stopped, Hito saw that they were outside an old house, one of the few that remained on the surface. His father led him to the door stopped, and gestured for Hito to knock on the door. He did, and someone answered almost immediately.

"Hello, Hito. We have been waiting for this day for a very long time. I'm Shilleve. Please come in," The man, apparently named Shilleve, at the door said. Hito followed him in, and he was blown away. When you stepped inside, you felt as if you were in a mansion. There were great, ornate chandeliers, and fancy carpets. Shilleve led them to a dining room with a huge table, except it was only set for two on one end of the table. When Hito saw that, he turned around to ask his dad why they were eating alone, and he wasn't there. Hito thought that his dad had come in with him, but apparently he had not. Shilleve motioned for him to sit down at the table, and when he did, food instantly appeared on his plate. Not just any food, the food that Hito had been wishing to eat. A big, juicy hamburger, and a large plate of fries.

"Good selection, you must be hungry," Shilleve commented when the food appeared. "Now we have more important matters to talk about. You are the chosen one. You are the one to lead us Hito."

"Now wait a minute. What are you talking about?" Hito responded, confused. He had no clue what Shilleve was talking about.

"Hito, your destiny is to lead the Rebellion. The fate of everybody, anytime, is in your hands. If you accept,h that is. Hito, you come from a great line of heroes. Your distant grandmother was the first person to make their imagination reality, when she thought of her best friend, Willi. Your great grandfather was the person to win the Quick Games, and start and lead the rebellion that took President Quick out of power. And your father was the person who took out the last line of rogue beasts and mutants left over from the Quick Games, when he found his father at the bottom of The Pit, the place where the people who wanted to kill the mutants met. Now it's your turn."  Shilleve said back. This blew Hito out of the water.

"What do you want me to do?" Asked Hito, dumbfounded, overloaded with thoughts. He had no clue that his family was so remarkable, especially his father. His father seemed like a very normal person to him, yet he had done this spectacular task.

"You must lead the humans back to the surface. Even though it may seem perfect, it's not the way humans were meant to live," Shilleve replied calmly. "Our plan is to have you, along with a few others, to rise up and defeat the Government. Plan A would be to kidnap or kill the Director."

The Government was the one government body of the world. It was made up of one person from ever large country or region. The Director was the head of The Government, voted every other year by the members of The Government. For 10 years in a row, Kendrick Paine had been voted Director.

"Although Director Paine had been nice to the people, spies that we have inside The Government tells us that he plans on getting rid of The Government and becoming the lone ruler of the world. We plan on stopping that and returning Earth to the way it was before humans moved 'downstairs'," Shilleve informed Hito, "And this is how we plan on doing it. Please come with me." Shilleve asked Hito. Hito was tentative to follow Shilleve, but he still did. Shilleve brought him through different corridors and stopped at a huge set of doors chain locked together. Shilleve took out a key, unlocked the doors, and brought Hito into the amazing room.

The Games

Author's Note: I got my inspiration for this story from several places, including the book that I am reading and a story I read on a friend's blog. I am trying to add some semantic devices, like personification. In this story I bend the rules of grammar a little bit, by starting sentences with conjunctions. Using it gives the right feel to my story.

I need to get out of here. The dark storm clouds are yelling at me, telling me to find shelter. But I know I can't. I don't have time. I keep moving, churning my legs even though I'm not sure how long they will last. Up ahead I see exactly what I didn't want to see. Critters. I take a hard left turn, running for my life, not caring  about the building pain in my legs. As I'm running I see the ruins of a burnt building. The Rats probably did that. Seeing that building brings back the memories of the days before I was thrust into this nightmare.

I lived in a nice suburb in the middle of Idaho. Our family was a well oiled machine. My threes sisters and I went to school during the day, to get our mandatory education. Our mom stayed at home manning the house and keeping it clean in preparation for the disaster that would come when we all came home. My dad worked at an accounting firm and racked in a good sum of money. Don't get me wrong, we weren't rich, but we still had some money.

And then, when I was only 11 years old, the people of America elected Symeon Quick as their president. This was probably the biggest mistakes Americans made in their history. Quick started out doing things that made him a hero to the American public. He cut taxes and added millions of jobs around the nation. But it was not meant to be. He soon created the worst reality game imagined, although it was wildly popular with those not participating, called the Quick Games. The government walled of and evacuated a state, a different one every time, threw about 50-100 people ages 18-30 in the state, and made them fight to the death. Alliances were quickly made, although the better term would be gangs. The winners became wildly famous, and lived a life of luxury. The losers, of course, died. The one rule that was not constant was the amount of winners. Sometimes five people walked out victorious, sometimes it was only the last man standing. This sick tradition continued, never coming to our state. But then one day, when I was 21 the Committee showed up.

They said that everybody of the right age in our area were to be tested to see if they were good enough to enter the Games. I would've slacked so I wouldn't make it, but then I would've encountered serious punishments. So I gave it my all hoping that there were too many other people that were better than me so they wouldn't accept me. But they did. I had six months to prepare because there still was a season going on. I worked hard, knowing that since I had already been accepted, I might as well try to win.

The season started and the state chosen was Louisiana , which was bad because it was rainy season, and some of the cities were below sea level. The biggest, and the meanest, gang called themselves The Rats. Quick had added one more thing into recent Games, to make it a little more interesting, which he called Critters. They were hideous creatures that were part rat, part dog, and part spider. It had the snout of a rat, eight legs, could sniff you out like a dog, and was fast. You did not want to be caught by one of these creatures.

On March 23rd, my late mother's birthday, I was sent to Louisiana. The next day, The Games started. I survived the first few days, staying alone and finding a few packs scattered around the western border. The Game Masters left packs of food, water, and supplies around to help out the contestants, but they were always guarded by a few Critters. That's what had happened leading up to me getting in this wild chase with Critters.

Up ahead I see the perfect getaway -- a dense forest. I push even harder for it, which I am surprised I can do. Once I break through the tree line I slow up, but only a little. I weave my way through the woods, trying to lose the Critters. I am so focused on where I am running that I nearly smack into it. It's a log cabin. I quickly go in, hoping the wood walls could protect my scent from the Critters. Looking around I see the best thing possible for me right now. Another pack. I had already gotten away with the one that the last pack of Critters were guarding, and now I had this one. Inside was the one item I was hoping for, matches. I collected some wood from the forest and brought them to life with the matches. It made me feel like I was in heaven. But I had to be wary. Critters, or other contestants for that matter, could be lurking around any corner. Unfortunately for me, I drifted off to sleep and woke up to a nightmare.

The Boy

Author's Note: As I write this piece, it feels as if I am writing in a similar fashion to that of the book I am reading.  In this piece I am trying to work on adding more connections and adding more semantic devices, like similes and metaphors.

Part 1

I walk through the door and stop. I can sense somebody watching me. I slowly turn left and right searching for the presence that I sensed. The room appears to be empty, but then I catch sight of it. A dark figure huddled in the corner, silent. Slowly I approach it, and when I reach it I see something that I never would have expected. It was him.

Two years earlier...

I'm walking to school on a normal day. As I walked past an alley I saw him, not knowing that this side wards glance would change my life forever. That day at school I kept thinking of him, sitting there in the alley staring at me, not even acknowledging everything else that was going on. I was itching to go back there and talk to him. He seemed so mysterious. After school I approached the alley tenatively, looked around the corner and gasped. The boy wasn't there.

For the next few weeks my life continued normally, school, homework, sports, but then, about ten days after I first saw him, I found him. Actually I think it would be better to say that he found me. I had just woken up and was about to get ready for school when I screamed. He was sitting in the corner of my room, staring at me. A moment later, my mother burst into the room.

"What's wrong honey?" she asked quickly. She was out of breath, probably from running up the stairs too quickly. I was about to reply to her when I looked into the corner, to see if he was still there. He wasn't.

Part 2

I had to find him. This was driving me crazy, chasing him around only to have him disappear right when I wanted to see him the most. I knew that the next time I saw him I was going to get him. But that turned out to be a lot longer than I would have liked.

Finally, one day, after waiting way too long for this to happen, I saw him. Not only did I see him, I went after him. I was riding my bike to the grocery market to do some errands for my family, and I saw him sitting on the sidewalk. I made a quick decision to stop my bike, hop off, and go after him. I approached him tentatively, and got my first good look at him. He had his hair in a short buzz cut, as if to say he was serious about life, his other features were not very unique, except for the one thing that stood out more than anything else. His eyes were as cold as ice, but he didn't look like the type of person to anger quickly. I don't know what it was about him, but his presence seemed to calm me, almost as if we belonged together. But then I snapped back into reality. I was about to start to grill him for answers, but then something very strange happened. An elderly man exited the store behind him. The boy walked up to him, raised his hand, and disappeared.

Part 3

I was scared. I didn't know what was happening. I had thought this boy was just a guy who could get away  quickly. But know I didn't know what  I was supposed to do now that I had just seen this very strange event. Should I tell my parents, or even the cops? I already knew what I had to do though. I didn't do anything.

These run-ins with the boy were getting frustrating, so I knew that next time I saw him, I would for sure get the first word in, and get it in fast. I hate to say this, but, I had to wait very long to do this. Much too long in my opinion. I look back and realize that this time away from the boy actually gave me some time to think, get my life back together, and make me more sane. I had practically forgot him, but when I saw him next, it would be an event that I would never forget.

I was returning from a long, grueling Friday at school, walking in the wastelands between town and my neighborhood. I was passing the landfill, thinking about the awesome weekend ahead of me, when I saw him out of the corner of my eye. He was sitting, leaning against a particularly large pile of garbage. I ran up to him fast, as to make sure that he didn't get away. Right when I reached him I started talking, spitting out the words at him, so he could understand I was angry. "Who are you? Why were you following me? How did you just disappear that one day in town? So, do you have any answers?". And that's when he did something that totally knocked my socks off. I will remember this for as long as I live. The boy talked.

Pendragon

Right now I'm reading a series called Pendragon. It's about a boy named Bobby Pendragon who suddenly finds out that he's destined to become Earth's Traveler. Traveler's travel through space and time through flumes to different territories to help when help is needed.

In the first book Bobby gets thrown into the middle of a civil war that's about to happen between two tribes in the territory Denduron. At first Bobby and his Uncle Press think that they need to help the weak tribe of the Milago rise up and take over the rich tribe of Bedoowan. He learns along the way that an evil Traveler, Saint Dane, is trying to make every territory fall so he can become the ruler of Halla, which is every territory, every person, every living thing, and every time. Bobby also meets Osa and Loor, Travelers from a different territory who have come to help save Denduron. Before the war even starts, Osa dies protecting Bobby and Loor.

When they first get to Denduron, Uncle Press gets captured by Bedoowan knights. Bobby goes back to Second Earth, which is what they call our Earth in the book, to get supplies to help rescue Uncle Press, even though Press said that you can't bring things unique to one territory to the next. With the stuff he gets from his friends Mark and Courtney, Bobby rescues Uncle Press.

Then, right before they go into war, Bobby, Press, and Loor figure out that the real enemy is tak, an explosive that's being mined by one of the Milago. The Milago plan to use a battery, from a flashlight that Bobby brought, to make a tak bomb and blow up the Bedoowan. Bobby, Press, and Loor know that the bomb will not only blow up the Bedoowan, it will also blow up the Milago. They rush in and stop the bomb, but Bobby and Loor find out that Saint Dane was really Figgis, the Milago mining the tak. He plans to just wait until more Milago mine the tak so Denduron can go into chaos, but Bobby blows up the mine.

The book is in the format of journals that Bobby sends back to Mark and Courtney on Second Earth. It switches between Bobby's adventure and Mark and Courtney on Second Earth.

Right now I'm on the second book, The Lost City of Faar. Bobby is in his second adventure on Cloral, a territory covered completely with water.

The Unanswered Question

Why? Why is one of the most common questions in the English language. Yet, it is often the most unanswered questions. People often ask "Why?" to religious questions, but never get one set answer or even similar answers. When children ask "Why?" to their parents, they rarely ever get a straight answer.

Eventually  in life you learn that asking "Why?" isn't important so much as "How?".Sometimes you need to be asked "Why?" because then you can get to that next level in the thought process you go through in order to answer the question. That's the reason for Academy 21, getting us to think on that next level, to really dig deep and figure out "Why?".

I think that no matter what, there really is no right answer to "Why?", which is why it is, and always will be, the unanswered question.

Picture Day

           When I look at this Go Cowboys sign, I remember that football season is just starting. Ironically, the Cowboys played the opening game of the season last night, and won. Football is a very popular sport, especially in the United States. Last year 111 million people watched the Super Bowl in the United States alone. Football is a tough sport not many people make it. There are 1,696 players on an NFL roster and only 22 per team start each week and about 30 get good playing time each week. That means that each week only 960 out of 1,696 players play a lot in the NFL each season. With the NFL season starting, that means two things. One, college football is starting which gives you more options to watch games. There is 15 games each weekend in the NFL, but there are about 50 college football games each weekend. Two, Fantasy Football is starting. Fantasy Football is a game in which you draft real players onto your own team. You score depending on how well your players do in real life. For example, if somebody on your team scores a touchdown in real life, you get six points for your fantasy team. Football is back, and I'm glad that this sign reminded me of it.

          This Tampa Bay Rays cowbell reminds me that the MLB season is wrapping up, which means it's almost time for the playoffs. The World Series is very popular. In game seven of it last year, 25 million people tuned in on their TV's to watch it. This year there's a very tight race for the AL wild card spots, with Tampa Bay right in the thick of it. They're one and a half games back from the second wild card spot, currently held by the Orioles. Just because the wild card team usually is the worst, it doesn't mean they'll do the worst. Last year the Cardinals won the wild card on the last day and went on to win the World Series. The MLB season is wrapping up, and can thank this cowbell for reminding me.

              Parrots have been all over history. We always remember them as the sidekick on the pirate's shoulder. But they have been in other places that you might not have guessed. Queen Victoria had one that could sing "God Save the Queen". Andrew Jackson, our seventh president, had a parrot named "Pol" that was taught to curse in both English and Spanish. Martha Washington, wife of our 1st president, George Washington, owned a parrot "Polly" who George supposedly didn't like. It is said that they kept a close eye on each other when they were in the same room. Even as far back as the ancient Egyptians we see parrots. Ancient Egyptian hieroglyphics depict what appear to be pet birds. Parrots have appeared all over history, including this one.

Fall DWA

Wizard vs. Wizard

Tyson was on his knees trying to conjure up one final spell to finish off the evil wizard Rashad.  Tyson thought of the perfect spell and said the magic words.

Tyson wasn’t always a crime fighting wizard. He was just an average accountant, until one day. The day he found The Flashlight. Tyson was coming home from a pretty bad day, his boss had sat down with some of the employees and went through a long boring meeting which Tyson thought was pointless. At the corner of Third and Eighth Street, one block from Tyson’s house, he looked down in the gutter, waiting for the sign to say walk, and saw it. It was a green and blue flashlight, but it seemed to be glowing. But the flashlight wasn’t on so Tyson didn’t know what was happening. Of course, out of curiosity, he picked it up.  Instantly he felt a tingling sensation.
“Of all the people I didn’t think it would be you,” Suddenly Tyson whipped around and saw a man wearing strange robes. Tyson figured it was him that spoke because no one else was around.
“Yes, it was me who spoke. I didn’t think you would be the next Protector.”
“Wait, how did you know what I was thinking. And Protector of what?” Tyson asked because this was starting to get strange.

“Because The Flashlight chose you, you are to be the next Protector of the Council. The Council of Wizards. Yes I’m wizard, that’s why I could read your mind. You have a lot of training and hard work over the next two weeks.  I am to be your instructor.  My name is Ragnar.” The man said. Johnny just stood there dumbfounded. “Come we must train,” Ragnar finally said. Out of the blue a swirling portal appeared. Ragnar ushered Tyson through. When he stepped in he was suddenly in a place full of bustling wizards.

“Welcome to Wiztopia, the secret city in the city,” Ragnar said. It was amazing, with breathtaking skyscrapers. Unfortunately, Tyson couldn’t see much because he was quickly whisked away to a beaten up one story building that said “Training Facility”. Inside  the were numerous items, most of them magic, but some things looked like they had been on the wrong end of others magic.

“Okay, lets start. First let’s see if you can destroy this vase. It is the easiest spell of them all. If you can do this, you’re on the right track to becoming the Protector,” Ragnar explained as he set a vase on an empty table.

“Right, um, how exactly do I perform a spell?” Tyson asked.

“Ha ha, I forgot that you used to be a common Citizen. You switch the Flashlight on and say the spell. The reason the Protector uses the Flashlight is because it is the most powerful wand ever created. Just focus on destroying the vase and say the spell, and watch what happens,” Ragnar replied. Tyson switched on the flashlight, said the words, and... BOOM! The vase shattered and shards flew everywhere. It sounded like (and looked like) a bomb had exploded in the room. “Nice job. . . for a beginner,” Ragnar said after the dust had settled.

“Nice job!? That’s all I get for almost destroying the room and knocking down the building. That was AWESOME!” Tyson said back, as if Ragnar didn’t know how thrilling and awesome that felt.

That’s pretty much what Tyson’s training went like. Ragnar gave him a task that he wasn’t sure Tyson could do, but Tyson did everything. Finally after a week of training, Tyson had passed all the tasks that Ragnar had given him, and Ragnar approached him.

“Since you’ve passed all the tasks I have given you in half the time I thought you would, I challenge you to a duel. Whoever can knock down the opponent first wins, but remember, we’re not trying to kill each other, ” Ragnar said, surprising Tyson. Right away, Tyson used all the spells that Ragnar had taught him, but they had no effect.

“Ha ha, I am not really Ragnar, teacher of the new Protectors, but Rashad, the evil wizard. I also gave you the Flashlight, the weakest wand ever created, but somehow you managed to master every spell, you might actually be the Protector, so I should get rid of you. With you out of the way I can take over Wiztopia finally. So let’s continue,” Ragnar, no Rashad said. Then Rashad shot down Tyson and was about to finish him off. Tyson thought of one last spell to use and said it. POOF! Suddenly Tyson was by himself. He had used the spell no one had ever used, or even tried before. The Banishing spell.

After a little bit later, some men approached him wearing robes like Rashad’s, except they were brightly colored.

“Thank you Citizen, for getting rid of Rashad. He had been causing a lot of trouble and if you wouldn’t of gotten rid of him, I’m afraid that Wiztopia might have fallen. We, the  Council of Wizards, hereby declare you, Citizen Tyson, to be our new Protector. Our old Protector Rashad but he turned corrupt and tried to take over,” The person that looked like their leader said to Tyson. “By the way, how did you get rid of Rashad?”

“I used the Banishing spell,” Tyson replied to what seemed like a silly question.

“You’re going to be one good Protector Citizen, one good Protector.”