No-one ever travelled to the Equator because there was hearsay of dragons and goblins walking the Earth there. Holly has a fondness for escapades in her airship. She has been on her expedition, with her brother Andrew, for roughly a month. They’ve seen the greatest parts of the world together.

Holly navigated the airship through the mysterious black yonder. The atmosphere turned hostile, sending shivers through our bodies. Without warning, a spear shaped silhouette advanced through the cloud bank towards our airship. What is it? Where did it come from? As I tried to pacify Andrew, a figure emerged into the hazy horizon.

1. A golden feather, precious and delicate, to provide a streak of luck and desires.

2. A pearl necklace that has a radiance to forewarn danger approaching.

3. A bag like Mary Poppins, wonderous and mysterious, to flabbergast us with accessories.

4. A mystical varnish to offer camouflage when danger draws near.

5. I would take fire proof shields and gleaming armors so I can give sanctuary to my crew.

6. I would take a parachute disguised as a torch so I can disembark to the terrain when unavoidable.

A dragon’s looming overhead like a dark cloud of thunder.

Its tail is a spear zooming through the wild blue yonder.

His wings are monstrous leaves dancing in the stratosphere.

The legs are herculean, like a bodybuilder after a workout.

His teeth gleam in the moonlight consistent to razor sharp knives lined up in succession.

The eyes beam down at me like pools of black ink.

His skin looks comparable to cabbages, corrugated and resilient.

As he exhales, I get engulfed by the swelter of his ignition.

As quick as a flash, he darted off and the luminescence is restored.

You are a flightless bird drifting through the trees,

swooping over them looking like scarecrows dancing in the breeze.

A flightless bird looking for its treats,

soaring high and low to locate an apple that tastes sweet.

You are a flightless bird gliding near a river,

darting to and fro never frozen in fear.