Glinda
I felt close to crying. I was stuck on the icy plains and didn't know which way to get back home! A tear was rolling down my cheek felt like it was slowly freezing up. Then, I heard a loud rumbling and quickly turned around.
Large, white, frost-covered vines erupted from the icy plains. Arctic foxes and hares quickly ran to their dens for safety. From the middle of the vines was the unmistakable moon goddess Artemis, out unconscious, floating mystically.
"Artemis!" I cried. I scrabbled over to the vine cage. Artemis slowly opened her eyes.
Her skin was deathly pale, and I couldn't understand what was happening!
"Glinda..." Artemis said in a slow, struggling voice. "Get out! The prophecy..."
I shook my head. "No!" With the harsh look on Artemis' face, I quickly changed my answer. "Yes! Ok! But where would I go?"
Artemis reached out with her long, skinny arm and slipped a ring onto mine. "Use this ring and follow the light it gives. Good-bye... See you in the stars."
"What are you talking about?" I demanded. "Artemis, are you leaving?"
But without an answer, Artemis disappeared and the vines slipped back into the ice. The holes still remained.
And for a minute I felt lost.
Artemis. I thought. Please help me.
Suddenly, a blue, lazer-like light pointed to the top of a snowy hill. I began to climb the icy hill and saw a distant cliff, just a mile away. Rush the rush of energy, I darted across the tundra, hearing the snow crunch under my feet. Then I met the grassy, but rocky, hill. It was almost a mountain, but it was that steep.
I climbed, using rock ledges for support and weeds to pull me up. I smelled campfire, and the distant voices of a boy and girl.
"Lucas, we have to find Glinda." The girl said.
A boy spoke, probably Lucas. "Uh-huh." He said. "But how can we find her, in miles of snow?"
"We'll just have to see." The girl said.
I was now pulling myself up, skipping one rock ledge. But the next weeds I pulled, were by accident. They were dead and pulled out by a rabbit. I slipped, and tumbled headfirst towards the ice.
I squeezed my eyes shut. "HELP ME!"
I imagined the pain of hitting the ice from above. I imagined me turning to mush or break a ton of things. But then I felt a warm, furry thing catch me.
I opened my eyes and saw a gruff man catch me by the scruff. I whimpered, not knowing what to do. He carelessly stuffed me into a rusty old cage. But even though it was rusty, it had to be enchanted somehow. Even the rustiest parts I kicked, it just wouldn't break.
"Help me!" I said. "Help,"
Help.
"Hope is a waking dream." ~Ariostle
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