I met a boy of Thunder,
His voice crackled I’m the night sky,
In the midst of a storm.
I met a girl of Snow,
Her skin as pale as ice,
Her lips scarily blue and thin.
I met a lady of Flower,
Her poppy seed eyes sliced throughout the crowd,
while her sunflower dress flowed behind her.
I met a man called Rainbow,
His head always in a cloud,
his pupils shone like a beam of white light.
I met a lady called Rain,
Her eyes dripped of salty tears,
Her blue-grey skirt soaking with teardrops.
Eliot started the huge skyship in worry.
Planet Genesis was god forsaken no one could survive the beasts.
At that moment a storm surfing basalisk shot a strike of lightning and set the ship on fire.
The stormy weather was making it impossible to see.
The basalisk roared, they wondered why but then tons of horrible snakes were summoned.
“Get the gliders and get off the ship!” shouted Eliot who had never believed in the mighty basalisk.
Instantly Eliot regrettted it but he felt wierd, he fell asleep. He woke in a room, a bedroom, was it all just a dream?
Knife-like claws and impenetrable skin, rough as sandpaper and as red as lipstick.
Eyes motionless, glaring at you above a gaping mouth, large enough to swallow an elephant whole.
Leather wings that flap in the air, with scales as colourful as a school of tropical fish.
Welcome crew member, you have been chosen for a mysterious mission and will be equipped with:
1. An eternal fire, contained in an impenetrable glass box to keep all crew members warm.
2. A bottomless bottle full of purified water from the deep blue ocean.
3. A self-crafted glide suit for a safe, emergency get away from an attack by, Smaug, the king of all dragons.
4. A dragon-slaying bow with flint arrows, fire arrows and tranq arrows.
5. A black metal suit of armour, forged in the deep cave of Segmose, by Megapithecus.
6. Refreshments to rejuvinate you (a mix of magical beans that give you energy, heal your wounds and makes you stronger and over-powered – makes you god-like for a few minutes).
7. A black as midnight, pygmy Wyvern that fits in the palm of your hand but grows to be a fierce, crystal dragon that scares aware those ugly, marauding goblins
8. A peculiar potion that we know nothing about – only to be used in the most dire of times.
9. A pair of tech boots that allow you to jump as high as the Misty Mountains.
10. An inflatable capsule, ready in seconds, like a cosy cocoon to protect you whilst you sleep.
Who are you?
You are a slow sloth
sleeping in the sizzling sun,
like a scruffy brown green rug.
You are a soulful singer
like a siren’s intoxicating sound,
dragging sailors into the sea.
You are a joyful bird
singing alluring songs,
bringing joy everywhere you go.
You are a motionless mouse
playing dead,
hiding from the danger of the hungry hawk.
You are a blazing log fire
crackling and keeping everyone warm
on a frosty winter day.
You are a cute tiny hedghog
with a prickly, spiny back.
You are the cold, fine rain
giving life to the woodland’s bright flowers.
You are you.
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