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The Dastur pricked his finger and smeared blood across the boy’s forehead. He bowed low and whispered, “A King doesn’t choose to be King.”
At that moment, I felt a tingling sensation over powering my body; freezing my brain; not knowing what was happening. I felt the blood on my forehead drip down onto my face and freeze up.
Suddenly, when Dastur took his finger off my forehead; and turned away I closed my eyes and saw my mother’s beautiful face; looking at me the way the Dastur was; in a loving but frightening way.
Something hit me. I got distracted by the Dastur as he dropped something. I looked at him and he turned back to me like he knew what I was doing.
Flashing red lights; a beast – like face appeared as the Dastur’s head. Was this really happening? I was frightened; I was scared. I couldn’t scream, my saliva clogged up inside my throat. I prayed for help but it never came. I closed my eyes, and took a deep breath, and wished this had never happened to me…
I drifted away into the darkness; hallucinating, I thought I saw the beast again.
Seconds later, I felt awake but my eyes didn’t open. I woke to the sound of my alarm clock. I felt sweat drip down my face and my arms and body were soaking wet.
I jumped out of bed and ran into the bathroom and took my crucifix with me. I needed to get to the church but I was afraid to leave my house.
Finally, I stood at the door of the church, I held my breath and thought to myself, “I can do this… maybe it’s just a dream.” The next thing I felt was…
By: Pauline and Keira – Year 7 Delany College
The crucifix moved, I dropped it, it hit the floor and smashed revealing a hidden scroll, I picked up the scroll, opened it and read the most important words of my life- the words “Your day will come my son, you will be king, protect yourself with the crucifix!”. I cast my eyes to the ground and saw the wreck that was my crucifix, something caught my eye, a growing shadow- I scooped up my crucifix and the shadow disappeared, what was happening? What was this shadow and why did it want me? I ran back to my home I threw myself on the bed, and a thought crossed my mind, the message wasn’t for me? Was it? Could I actually be a king?
Surely it was all a mistake. I went downstairs, deciding that if I did something normal, everything would turn back to normal. I opened the fridge and grabbed some juice, then went to the big cupboard for crisps, but as I pulled open the door I was engulfed in a dazzling light. I threw my arms in front of my face by instinct, then realised the dazzling light seeping through my closed eyelids was warm, and pleasant.
As I gradually became aware of my surroundings and my eyes got used what I now realised was bright sunshine, I realised I was no longer in the kitchen at home, I was on a beach. A beautiful beach. A beach where a big sign was being put up which said; “Coronation Ceremony, 7pm tonight. Come celebrate the new King.”
Just then a shocked voice asked, “Your Highness, what are you doing down here?”
By Sophie Harrison and Samatha Adams, Oakbank School, Keighley
I turned around to Dastur, the same man that was in my dream. I tried to respond, but he was gone before I had the chance to speak. I managed to follow him, using every last breath I had. His feet were getting faster an faster, and I could barely keep up. I finally got to the point where Dastur was, a dark graveyard. He was kneeling in front of a tombstone, sobbing with his head in his hands. I started to say something when I caught a glimpse of the tombstone. It read Alexander Graer Middleton, my name.
Olivia, Andrew, Christopher, and MaggieLee Junior HighMonroe, Louisiana, USA
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