Can you communicate with the flying unicorns of the north? Can you speak to the beautiful pegasus? Do you want to become the most powerful person in the country? Read on!!

Here in Daisyville we are in need of 12 Pegasus’. We need the majestic creatures as messengers, as our post-unicorn recently ran away. We believe the winged version will be more efficient for delivering letters and packages. A pack of Northern White Pegasus’ are said to live on top of a mountain near our town. The creatures are said to be friendly unless you harm them, so you shouldn’t be in danger.

If you manage to bring us 12 tamed Pegasus’, you will be rewarded with,

-A lifetime supply of the famous Daisyville parsnips

-Eight Purple goats

-Four customisable chickens

-£7

If this sounds easy peasy, please contact us at http://www.plshelpus.co.uk

Once you receive an email from us, saying you have been employed, set off into the mountains to find the creatures, and bring them to us at 87 Cabbage Drive within 2 weeks. If you don’t heard from you in those 2 weeks, we will employ someone else, and you won’t receive your prize.

Good Luck!

—Daisyville

The Siren is a half fish, half woman creature, much like a mermaid, but Sirens are very different, as they are evil. Read on to find out more about the Nightmare mermaid.

The Sirens flowing hair, elegance and beauty makes their job very easy. Their 6ft+ tails make them easy to mistake for mermaids, a common story  of Siren victims. Some Greek myths say that Sirens or half bird, half woman, but this report will focus on the half fish myth.

What do Sirens eat? Some believe they eat their victims, while others believe say they eat fish and other aquatic animals.

Sirens live in the ocean, usually depicted in dark, mysterious waters. Some myths say they can be found on an Italian island, near Naples.

Ok, ok, I’ll finally tell you what they actually do. Sirens are said to play beautiful music to entice sailors to their death. Sailors follow the music and Sirens capture them, drown them, or according to some, eat them.

How do they act? Sirens are solitary creatures, keeping to themselves unless with a victim, though they appear to be craving love, whether its romantically, platonically or familial.

In conclusion, if you see a Siren, you’re done, so be very careful when at sea.

The Flora

Sky-ships are usually a fun place to be. Wind blowing in your hair, looking down at all the wonderful sights. When you chose to take this trip, so you could get you your desired destination. Maybe for a holiday, or to visit family and friends, you were always excited on a sky-ship.

Maybe ‘excited’ wasn’t the best word. Maybe ‘anxious’ or ‘petrified’ would be a better word for some sky-ship rides. Such as the ones you don’t chose. The ones where the trip was necessary for someone’s life, or your own.

The trips where sky-pirates attack your ship, or vicious dragons set it ablaze. That’s when you wish you were safely down on the ground. That’s when you wish you had never stepped aboard a sky-ship at all.

Part One

“Pull the ropes harder!” Isabella barked at her younger brother.

“ i’m trying these ropes have been here since the 1800s!” Robin replied bitterly. The Flora sky-ship was one of the oldest on the Sunflower Isles, yet still the most glamorous. Isabella Pomegranate stood tall on the wet, wooden deck, peering down over the islands. They were just passing over Daffodil Valley, and the yellow of mid-April was blinding.

“Uh Isabella” Robin said wearily.

“What? I’m busy” Isabella replied sourly.

“What’s that ship, in the distance?”

“Where?”

“West.”

The incoming ship was massive, about 3x the size of The Flora. Shouts and screams were coming from it. As the ship got closer, Robin could see around 5-10 people. And not just any people. Sky-pirates.

Their mother had told them stories about sky-pirates. Savage, psycho, killers. Isabella grabbed her bow a handful of arrows. Robin clutched a sword. Isabella drew back an arrow and aimed. The pirates were clearly visible now and they were headed right for them. Isabella hit their balloon but it nothing but anger the pirates further.

“Please don’t hurt us!” Robin pleaded.

“Erm no” the pirate with the biggest beard laughed. Isabella shot him in the chest.

“Oi! Get them!” A pirate shouted, and hit an arrow into their ballon, making a hole the size of a small car, causing the, to plummet through the clouds into the unknown.

Part Two

“AHHH!” Isabella and Robin screamed in unison. Isabella managed to steer the ship ever so slightly, in hope that they would land on solid ground. Robin clung to the banister for dear life as the ship fell hopelessly through the sky.

“I see land!” Robin shouted to Isabella, peering over the side of the ship.

“Is that…” Isabella said wearily.

“THE FOREST” Robin finished in utter shock. The sibling looked down in fear as the tall trees came to meet them. ‘The Forest’ was the most feared place on the Isles.

“Dad will kill us when we get home” Robin complained.

“If we get home.” Isabella replied, putting emphasis on the ‘if’.

Once they had landed on the leaves and mud of the forest, Isabella and Robin set off to find resources to fix the balloon. Trees taller than anything they had ever seen towered over them, casting dark and ominous shadows. The smell of wet leaves filled their noses as they darted through the forest.

As Robin stuck leaves together with tree-sap, something shiny caught Isabella’s eye. A small, golden compass.

“Isabelllllaaaaaaa” Robin moaned. “I’m donnnnnne.”

“Okay, okay” she replied, picking up the compass.

“What was that? Stop making weird noises, Robin” Isabella scolded him.

Robin made a confused face. “I didn’t say anything. You’re mental. Let’s go.”

Part Three

As they made their way back to the ship, Isabella noticed something about the compass. “Robin?”

“Whatttt?”

“This compass doesn’t point north.”

Robin stopped. “What?”

“We should follow it!” Isabella said excitedly.

“No.”

Isabelle obviously didn’t listen, and bolted off in the direction the compass pointed her. Robin sighed and followed her reluctantly.

Isabella gasped. Sparkling blue eyes looked up at her lovingly, long dark eyelashes batted at her. She picked up the small, delicate unicorn and a glittering pink horn pierced a hole in her white dress.

“We should call her Violet” Isabella stated, and took her back to the sky-ship.

Part Four

“It’s a beautiful night” Isabella said quietly, staring out into the night sky. The siblings looked up at the bright white moon. Pale outlines of the two were cast onto the deck, by the light of the stars.

Isabella sat on the side of the ship, swinging her tanned legs over the edge, dangling them into the deep void of the sky. Robin came to join her, struggling to get up onto the edge.

“You’re supposed to be asleep” Isabella said lightly.

“So are you.”

That’s when they heard. Scratching on the side of the ship. Isabella sneaked over to the railing and peeked over. A bright pink eye stared back up at her.

“It’s another unicorn!” Isabella screamed with delight, and the unicorn, who they named Lavender, joined them.

The dark night faded into a beautiful spring morning, and they sailed off in the direction of home.

Maybe.

As they made their way back to the ship, Isabella noticed something about the compass. “Robin?”

“Whatttt?”

“This compass doesn’t point north.”

Robin stopped. “What?”

“We should follow it!” Isabella said excitedly.

“No.”

Isabelle obviously didn’t listen, and bolted off in the direction the compass pointed her. Robin sighed and followed her reluctantly.

Isabella gasped. Sparkling blue eyes looked up at her lovingly, long dark eyelashes batted at her. She picked up the small, delicate unicorn and a glittering pink horn pierced a hole in her white dress.

“We should call her Violet” Isabella stated, and took her back to the sky-ship.

“AHHH!” Isabella and Robin screamed in unison. Isabella managed to steer the ship ever so slightly, in hope that they would land on solid ground. Robin clung to the banister for dear life as the ship fell hopelessly through the sky.

“I see land!” Robin shouted to Isabella, peering over the side of the ship.

“Is that…” Isabella said wearily.

“THE FOREST” Robin finished in utter shock. The sibling looked down in fear as the tall trees came to meet them. ‘The Forest’ was the most feared place on the Isles.

“Dad will kill us when we get home” Robin complained.

“If we get home.” Isabella replied, putting emphasis on the ‘if’.

Once they had landed on the leaves and mud of the forest, Isabella and Robin set off to find resources to fix the balloon. Trees taller than anything they had ever seen towered over them, casting dark and ominous shadows. The smell of wet leaves filled their noses as they darted through the forest.

As Robin stuck leaves together with tree-sap, something shiny caught Isabella’s eye. A small, golden compass.

“Isabelllllaaaaaaa” Robin moaned. “I’m donnnnnne.”

“Okay, okay” she replied, picking up the compass.

“What was that? Stop making weird noises, Robin” Isabella scolded him.

Robin made a confused face. “I didn’t say anything. You’re mental. Let’s go.”