Wysi·Wyg Volume I, Issue 3

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by Grace M.

The sun had nearly reached its peak in the deep blue sky. A young girl stood anxiously next to her parents, wondering what the elders were going to tell them today. It took only a few minutes for this young girl of only 7 to get bored. “Mommy, I wanna go home,” she whispered to a young woman, pulling lightly on the end of her dress.

“We’re here for an important meeting, sweetie. And the elders said to bring the children.” The woman held out a comforting hand for the young girl to grasp.

Suddenly, the main leader of the town stood up from his seat. “My children... we are here with grave news. First I would like to ask who the bravest of the children of the village are.”

A teenage boy, brash and too tall for his current clothing, stood erect and called out, “I am! I can face anything!”

The elders all regarded this boy with their wise eyes. He was almost a man; in only a few years he would be old enough to apprentice himself to a shop.

the great leader stood before that boy. “You come up, volunteering for something that you know nothing about. Either you are quite brave, or completely stupid.”

“I assure you, sir, I am the bravest of all the boys in the village.”

Sighing, the great elder sat down again. “You certainly are the most impatient. Fine, go speak with Ellana and wait for the others.” His eyes were wary with sorrow when he spoke those words.

The boy triumphantly strode toward the woman known as Ellana, confidence exuding from his soul.

Just then, the little seven-year-old bounded up to the elders. “I wanna go on an adventure! It’s boring here!” Her eagerness to play overshadowing all other emotions.

Looking at her with stern eyes, the great elder finally decided, “Fine. You can go on the “adventure”...” unseen tears were forming around his eyes, but the village could never see them fall.
The young girl skipped over to Ellanda, smiling brightly. Suddenly, she noticed the sunken look in the boy from earlier’s eyes. “What’s wrong?” she asked timidly.

Ellanda sighed, “Something terrible has happened to the world. We need your help to make it better.”

“Oh boy! That sounds like fun!” the girl whispered excitedly, jumping up and down with joy.

“It won’t be, sweetie. It pains me to say this, but you may die.”

The color drained from the girl’s face faster than any time before. “You can’t mean that...” she whispered naively.

“I do. Now let’s wait for the others. They will come soon,” Ellanda looked over to the elders, with their deliberation of who would go to their doom. She could feel the pain of the great one more than any of the others, because she knew him best. He was crying, horrible, hot tears on the inside, for the children he was sending from his own village into doom.

Slowly the seven-year-old and brash young man were joined by others. A jittering, scared young boy of 12, a headstrong tomboy who looked around 16, and a preened, lovely girl with curled, primped hair.

Untitled by Grace M. The sun had nearly reached its peak in the deep blue sky. A young girl stood anxiously next to her parents, wondering what the elders were going to tell them today. It took only a few minutes for this young girl of only 7 to get bored. “Mommy, I wanna go home,” she whispered to a young woman, pulling lightly on the end of her dress. “We’re here for an important meeting, sweetie. And the elders said to bring the children.” The woman held out a comforting hand for the young girl to grasp. Suddenly, the main leader of the town stood up from his seat. “My children... we are here with grave news. First I would like to ask who the bravest of the children of the village are.” A teenage boy, brash and too tall for his current clothing, stood erect and called out, “I am! I can face anything!” The elders all regarded this boy with their wise eyes. He was almost a man; in only a few years he would be old enough to apprentice himself to a shop. the great leader stood before that boy. “You come up, volunteering for something that you know nothing about. Either you are quite brave, or completely stupid.” “I assure you, sir, I am the bravest of all the boys in the village.” Sighing, the great elder sat down again. “You certainly are the most impatient. Fine, go speak with Ellana and wait for the others.” His eyes were wary with sorrow when he spoke those words. The boy triumphantly strode toward the woman known as Ellana, confidence exuding from his soul. Just then, the little seven-year-old bounded up to the elders. “I wanna go on an adventure! It’s boring here!” Her eagerness to play overshadowing all other emotions. Looking at her with stern eyes, the great elder finally decided, “Fine. You can go on the “adventure”...” unseen tears were forming around his eyes, but the village could never see them fall. The young girl skipped over to Ellanda, smiling brightly. Suddenly, she noticed the sunken look in the boy from earlier’s eyes. “What’s wrong?” she asked timidly. Ellanda sighed, “Something terrible has happened to the world. We need your help to make it better.” “Oh boy! That sounds like fun!” the girl whispered excitedly, jumping up and down with joy. “It won’t be, sweetie. It pains me to say this, but you may die.” The color drained from the girl’s face faster than any time before. “You can’t mean that...” she whispered naively. “I do. Now let’s wait for the others. They will come soon,” Ellanda looked over to the elders, with their deliberation of who would go to their doom. She could feel the pain of the great one more than any of the others, because she knew him best. He was crying, horrible, hot tears on the inside, for the children he was sending from his own village into doom. Slowly the seven-year-old and brash young man were joined by others. A jittering, scared young boy of 12, a headstrong tomboy who looked around 16, and a preened, lovely girl with curled, primped hair.