In the centre of the shady, damp forest, plants stood like soldiers whilst wide waterways washed.The once hovering skyship,the WildSpark, was now mysteriously led on the muddy ground like a lone wolf in danger.Trees shivered in the cold breeze as if they were being shook by an earthquake.Jerald ran to the hills -which were bathing in grass- as Captain Tuenne, Professor Eada and layla followed.They stared at the natural environment of mountains trees and mud.Below the grass on the hills, was a part of there skyship which had sunk below the layers of green;they had an idea.As Jerald fixed his eyes, he noticed some things: the reflection of the dark, ominous trees on the still lonely water,the sun shining down on a single flower alone and the birds’ song in the distance.The rustling leaves sang a soothing melody as they slowly stept in curiosity and the haunting shadows of branches danced.

In the freezing busy town (which has stood for decades awaiting a change) I stand confidently ready to set out for my expedition.Stood next to me is my cockapoo companion Laila -a two year old guard dog from the from the future- to keep me company.I look up to see Captain Tuenne grinning and chuckling right at me.As her sceptical eyes meet I try not to stare and stay put.
Although she doesn’t believe me, I am resilient and believe in myself.The Wildspark, the skyship assembled decades ago, looked old and abandoned, Laila hugged close to me nervously as if she was about to be captured.

I entered the skyship with Laila while Professor Eada welcomed us and Captain Tuenne took my coat.I wandered around and heard Professor Eada shout “Oh no!” I ran to him and Captain Tuenne. “There’s a ring of trees and we have to fly over them.” We made it to the border and i repeated impatiently how much longer.Before anyone could answer me there was a blaring, echoing, ear splitting noise “We have crashed into the brail mountains.” Professor Eada exclaimed. There was nothing to do, so we are stuck.

A mythical pen (only he can see), 

so he can note down what he will do to his next wife.

The world largest cake -bigger than the Eiffel Tower-,

so that he doesn’t get hungry any time soon.

An emerald sword ,freshly sharpened,

so he can behead his next wife.

The brightest fireflies trapped in a jar

(with a wooden top made from the finest wood originating from deep in the black forest) 

to keep it light in a dark room.

A diamond ring (only seen if there’s no love)

so he can divorce another wife.

Behold my electric dragon,

A creature for chaos and desruction. 

Its beady blue eyes stare into souls,

With a lightning gleam.

Its strong jaws chomp on human bones, 

Whilst its teeth chew the skin.

Electric scales shimmer with blue,

As it glows in the darkness.

Its lightning wings,

Formed a bright shine in the sky like fireworks.

Sharp,curved talons like miniature knives,

Dig into the ground.

Its spine as strong as a bone, 

And its skin is as rough as sandpaper.

Its uneven,dry tongue slithers through its mouth,

And its sharp,blue claws,

Curved like a hook. 

You are the light in the sky,

Making a path to heaven.

You are a lonely snowdrop,

Waiting for the sunlight of spring.

You are a frozen lake,

Reflecting the midnight moon. 

You are an innocent puppy,

Sleeping in the moonlight sky,

Like a newborn baby.

You are the sunrise,

Waking kids from deep sleeps,

For school.

You are a smile on a little girls face,

Like rain changes to sun.

You are like the taste of burnt firewood,

Crackling after being lit.

You are the breeze of summer air,

At the rainbows end,

 waiting for what will never arrive.

You are a forgotten dream,

Abandoned in peoples head.

You are the joy of the homeless on christmas,

Seeing all the presents they were gifted.

You are the blood of a grazed knee,

From a little boy falling in the playground.