Spring2023

I wake up, my home is bare
My family beaten, not able to stare,
Stare at the unforgivable, merciless destruction
My country continues to face,
From the endless suffering and anxiety.
When will the pain and loss cease?
As I am lost in this maze of grief?

With bankruptcy and national insecurity already at my country’s door,
The brutality of conflict leaves us vulnerably confused in the midst of a war.

From Afghanistan to Libya, a quarter of the population is threatened,
Threatened by the insecurity of violence and conflict,
Death, malnutrition, illness and
As those who remain convict
To the indescribable conditions of warfare and bombing
See the world around them crumble as they are watching,
Innocent and helpless.

I run,
I flee,
From the challenges of war.
But now I face displacement,
Like the 110 million people in the same boat as me.
As we face the reality of illness, dehydration, kidnapping and extortion,
Like criminals we are killed, shot or tortured.
And to the 200,000 people killed in their hope for a better life,
I empathise with their plight.

So,
Now as you reflect on your peaceful life,
Think of the women and children who are innocently caught up
In this cycle of strife.
This war with no winner
In this futile destruction of economies and lives,
Where future generations are scared from their pasts
And current memories are lost in the piles of rubble from the blasts.
So, as my generation grow up as future leaders,
Let’s work together to make a brighter future!

Icebergs, they’re dying,
they’re crying,
lying
sighing
in the ocean.

Penguins,
polar bears,
Seals, we all need them.
But now their habitats, their homes,
Are being destroyed by us.

The water is rising,
Rising above,
Above the icebergs.
Melting them,
And soon enough,
All of them will be gone.

Floating away in the deep blue until,
Until the temperature gets too hot,
Too hot for the world,
Soon our own race won’t be able to survive.

But we can still do more,
We can still do more to change our lives,
To change our earth’s life.
We need to,
We need to save our own race,
Other races.
So we can save our own planet Earth.

Ever since human evolution,
Hundreds of species have been driven to extinction.
Yet all we care about is contradiction
to
Sustainability.
The UN
Eating,
Drinking,
Sleeping,
Then we do it all again.
Soon the whole earth will be defaced,
From our litter and waste.

But we can do more,
We can do more than driving around in our flashy Lamborghini Aventadors,
We can do more.

I hate climate change!
Do you?

Quick, let me check my feed,
A hundred likes are just what I need.
Let me compare my post
It’s important that I am liked the most!

Disregarding everything that surrounds me,
Instead, I choose to live virtually
Where I can create a fake personality,
And live like someone that’s not me.

Down I spiral,
Down, down, down,
in this social media pool,
I drown.
I focus on comments
from those I barely know,
In order to create
the perfect show.
My life connections,
are lowering by the minute,
But that doesn’t matter
because I don’t live within it.

They say social media
gives everyone a voice
But how you use it,
should require
a considered choice.
The trolls, the comments, the nastiness
that exists,
Can impact mental-health – the issues persist.

All the illusions, creating confusion
When will we realise, it’s all a delusion?

On the outside
you can see the confidence and smarts,
When really the inside
is filled with fractured parts.
Everyone sees him
as secure and fun,
When all he wants to do is
Run.

His only escape
is to the beach,
Where he relaxes
and feels that happiness
is within his reach.
But like the islands that he surfs
He feels isolated on this earth.
Slotted in the perfect wave
he feels moments of peace,
However, it only offers a temporary
Release.

The future and expectations
are too much to handle,
His hope and belief are blown out like a
Candle.

Too many young lives
are being lost,
To things that should be avoided
At all costs.
To families and friends
it is like a dart to the heart,
Losing someone you have loved from the very
Start.

Inner feelings
becoming immense
Until it becomes
too intense.
Our ability to express our feelings and talk
Helps us come together,
to support and forward walk.

Like the reef coral spawn
There is an opportunity
we can regenerate each dawn.
Check in with your mates
and take care of each other.
It always helps
if you open up and talk,
to your brother, sister, father or mother.

Sun shines, wind chines, waves are purely guidelines,
This is the reef of happiness,
For so many creatures this is their home,
But there is a different kinda creature on the roam!
A creature who leaves banned cans,
And starts an
Incredibly
Complex
Problem.

Colours turning into dust,
Beautiful creatures starting to rust.
Crumbling away,
Further and further away.
No way to stop,
This
Incredibly
Complex
Problem.

Boat racing across smashing waves,
Through the grey gentle haze.
One is caught, then two, then three.
Soon 10,000, full of glee.
He grins to himself,
And adds another factor to
This
Incredibly
Complex
Problem.

So how can we help?
How can we help the turtles and fish?
We can’t pray, beg, wish,
But there is hope.
Beautiful, bright, hope.
A way to stop,
This
Incredibly
Complex
Problem.

So start reducing plastic,
Start to educate youth,
Start to reduce your emissions,
And we’ll maybe save
These animals that try to behave,
In
This
Incredibly
Complex…

Why do different races, with different looking faces,
Get discriminated against?
Because of the country they call their place.

What’s so bad about,
Having different skin tones?
How does that make people inferior
Just because of the colour smothering their exterior?
How come certain races have more rights and get into less fights
About where they come from?
How come only indigenous races were cruelly treated slaves, until they went to their graves?
Why were people even doing slave work in the first place?
Treated like they were a disgrace,
All because of the colour of their face,
Their race,
And the space from which they came.

These things make me pray,
That racism would go away,
Instead of lurking ’round every day.

Lurking like a predator to its prey!
Waiting for the right moment to strike,
Violently attacking people just ’cause they don’t look alike.
Can’t this world be nice?
Can’t this world be calm?
Can’t this world be just and fair and just… have a little charm?
After all……….
We’re ALL the HUMAN race!

Why does it have to be a world of gender discrimination,
Racial vilification,
Shootings at my train station,
White supremacist ideation,
Homeless starvation,
Extreme dictation,
Over-the-top aggravation,
Innocent assassination?
How can ANYONE deal with all of this without significant mental degradation?
We must rise up TOGETHER as the HUMAN population,
And save this world from eternal damnation.

It’s destroying us all,
Getting people into violent brawls,
Where they end up getting mauled,
So they weakly call,
For help whilst they crawl,
On the ground, looking ’round, hoping they get found, and don’t get drowned,
In their own blood…………………
We ALL bleed red, even if people think some are inferior instead.

I’m tired of this blood lost,
Tears wept,
Under the carpet swept.
If we do nothing, it’s all in vain,
We can’t carry on doing it all the same.
No one deserves the label “strange”
Something’s got to change.

Because,
we’re ALL the HUMAN race,
No matter the colour of our face,
No matter the space we call our ‘place’.
We forget we all come from the same place in space……….
A space we call “Earth,”
The place of birth,
Of the ENTIRE human race!

Clouds of dust blow in the wind. Red dust, bursting upward from the orange-brown dirt, up and up into the bright blue sky. It’s a nice day; silky clouds float above me. I stand in front of the big house gazing into the tall hills and lush grass behind it. Vast meadows of bright yellow flowers and dark green grass spread before me. A big dam, bursting with water sets the scene. I stare into the sky, covering my eyes with a hand as the hot sun glares at me. For a second, out of the corner of my eye, I see a dog, a small greyhound, staring at me, panting, watching me. But there’s nobody there. Not a single soul.

“You coming?” calls my friend, in the distance. I turn to walk towards him, nearing the end of the road when I hear a dog bark behind me. I turn around but nobody’s there.

1% of the population holds nearly half of all our wealth,
Some people don’t even get basic health.
Two billion children in the world, one billion live in poverty,
Is this how it will be?
Others get pools full of money a day,
While the poor are forced on the streets to stay,
We are lucky.
Not like the homeless people over in US, Kentucky
Our life is sunshine and rainbows.

Yet they live in our shadows,
The streets calling to them just like how our home calls us.

Kids have no education,
Struggle for food,
Forced to skip meals,
Can’t clean themselves,
Barely any basic needs,
Insecure,
Don’t feel safe,
Bullied and judged.

Homelessness is all they see,
A punch to the chest if you ask me.
They have to set up shelters in a bad place,
Beg for money, it’s the answer that they have to embrace.
Nike, Apple they’ve never heard of them,
But what are we doing to help?
They are speaking for change, but people don’t hear them yelp.
It can increase death by over 40%,
Which can leave the population with a dent,
Makes me sick in the stomach to know this.

Poverty.

More than 22,000 children die every day due to bad living conditions,
Eliminate poverty, that should be our mission.
Some races and areas are bound to have more poverty rates than others,
People die, even their brothers,
And yet they still get ignored,
They have minimal or no money,
While the richies laugh at them, this isn’t funny.
Nothing fancy,
“What’s internet?” the kids ask their mum Nancy.

Parents can’t supply for their family,
So, then they get a bad mentality.
They get treated differently because of their appearance,
Their voices aren’t too coherent.
This is what poverty does,
So, we need to help,
Quickly.

The radiant sun shone down upon the protected stretch of beach, a protected paradise guarded by a lengthy sand bank, shielded from the harsh waves of the ocean beyond. The tide was out, exposing sharp, holey rocks, the homes of the elusive beach crabs that were so common in this area.

In the middle of the bay, a small, sandy island stood alone, exposed by the low tide that prevailed every afternoon. The sun stood low in the sky, protecting the warm serenity that the bay held. Not too hot, not too cold, the stretch of beach was the perfect temperature, a beautiful medium of peaceful warmth that pervaded the air. A soft breeze blew the natural aroma of the sea salt out of the bay, ready to calm the nearby town with its pleasing scent. Small waves lazily lapped against the flat shore of yellow-white sand, quietly breaking against the coastline.

A gentle sloping hill of sand led up to a concealed fence, behind which greenery grew untamed, providing a serene backdrop to the bay.

Under the surface of the crystal-blue water, a bountiful ecosystem of seaweed, fish, and even the rare Stingrays glided under the water, bringing the waters of this sanctuary to life. Shoals of fish moved in unison through the glistening water around the rocks and through the seaweed. Beyond the sand barrier, the ocean waves crashed and foamed, almost angrily.

This is my sanctuary, Halcyon Bay in Dunsborough.

There was a bang and a clang the sounds of metal monsters roaring the sound of gun fire getting ever so much quieter while the fighting was getting ever so frightening the grip of victory was tightening.

But the cries and lies that were told by surprise with the devilish look in their eyes and with an evil disguise telling the people lies that are fed on the rise of victory and victory is the only thing we get then you forget the lives that thrived but have dived into war with no scores and no fantastic four to save them and then it’s over.

And then we go on with our lives and things survive but there is another clash and we get the guns that were funded by us but then it is also us who mourn and blow our horns while we are torn to tell each other to never do this again but then around the bend we contend.

To see if left or right will be victorious and more glorious but we don’t give a thought about the men who fight those wars and up the scores until it’s over and then we think it’s over but it is just an endless cycle of where we all fight for survival and lower are own population.

To fight for a nation that seems to have no destination but creation did not make us to fight battles that could be avoided without the push of a button.

So I think this is the time to change put the metal monsters back in their cages rip the lies out of the pages this doesn’t have to be multiple stages there just needs to be changes to the wagers that go to the pages of greed and mead.

But not to see them bleed but for them not to lead or feed on the people and the people have a right not to fight so you have a choice a chance to change this.

So will you?

Life can be as chaotic as the branches of a tree.
Some days
they bloom in beautiful cherry blossoms,
and others,
you feel like you’re withering.
Whether it is scripted in fate,
or it happens with the change of the world.

Life will always be unpredictable and unknowable,
like the change
of the seasons.
But sometimes the chaos allows you to grow into,
something
bigger and better.

How come we are allowed to walk around every day with the feeling someone isn’t going to grab us and take us away?
That’s because we have rights, right?
Well how come animals don’t have rights?
They were the first, right?

This poem isn’t about emerald meadows and joyful sunflowers,
But poor, painful, problematic, pesticidal animals,
Who struggle to stay alive and live like an unwanted caterpillar in a beehive.

Have you ever heard of a dogfight?
Well, if you know it’s quite a fright when an animal the size of a
Bite is introduced to a bullfight where there is no bed light just the big, bruised dogs in the
Nightlight trying to survive despite being betted to die.

An orca’s pod sings through the night,
Until a prison is casted on its head.
Where the killer whale’s family is deemed as dead
And the lonely orca is taken away,
To a place called SeaWorld.

He is placed in a tank not a fancy, prancy tank but a dirty, disgusting, diabolical tank.
The orca’s fin starts to bend as the orca knows this is the end,
The hero from the fairy-tale comes for the rescue as the orca’s eyes sparkle just find out it’s an Evil chap,
Who’s ready to ride the orca around the toxic pool where the orca’s eyes will start to drool.
But the humans love it.
So, this version of the devil whips the orca some more so he can go faster and get the fans to Adore,
SeaWorld says we promise to take action, but they only say this as a distraction to the poor orcas Suffering.

I come home to my pet dog Nye but notice he isn’t here.
A salty tear appears in my eye I don’t know why probably a fly.
No not a fly something else or should I say a someone.

Well now’s he is abused for a simple mistake,
No one will ever give him his favourite cake.
Peanut butter with strawberry sprinkles,
The waves of wrinkles when he smiles,
None of that just alarming, absurd, appalling, awful, abominating abuse.

Have you heard of the horse called Zach?
He made many betters become as wealthy as Elon Musk,
But for Zach it was a stab from an elephant’s tusk,
The scars on his chest shining like a star.
Every race from the molten, metal gates
His heart would pound, chest inflates,

Then one day, his leg came down,
Everyone told the horse that he is a clown.
The cheval was smacked, beaten up,
Told that he is a failure then struck with a knife.

His so focused brain started to fade out,
And after a while he was completely blacked out.
The jockey of Zach was annoyed below,
But this horse was finally free.

Now you have heard the stories of the unlucky folk,
Go say Hi to your pet give them a stroke.

Please take my words as a meaning,

For animal cruelty.

Clay, Roy, Glory, Sunny and Starflight were lined up, military style whilst Tsunami whispered – hissed at them. “Wehave to get out of this stupid cave!”
Roy could see that Tsunami was extremely angry and his first thought was, “What else is new?” but, he could relate.
That night, Kestrel the selfish SkyWing had “caught” the dragonets talking at dinner. She obviously liked silence so, of course she blamed Tsunami, Roy and Glory because they were some of the most frequent dragonets to stand up toher bullying and “disobey” her “authority”. “Come on! Clay, you are so brave, and you have great ideas. Glory. You can camouflage in the cave, and even better, the guardians don’t know that you must have some idea of a way to escape? Roy… you are a complete fantasist… you can turn invisible… HOW DO WE ESCAPE!”
Roy could definitely hear the desperation in her voice and, somehow, it cleared his mind. “Hey guys?” His voice sounded hollow, “Have you tried the sky hole? No, no, no I mean, have you tried to melt it down – it’s obvious that we can’t fit through unless it is bigger. Why don’t we make it bigger? Whilst we escape, I can create a hologram withmy light manipulation ability and the guardians won’t know we’re missing, until we’re long gone.” The dragonets allstared at Roy as if he was a golden NightWing. “That’ll definitely work…”

The gloomy, cold, sarcastic words left hatred drenched inside of Roy. The dragonets all violently spun around so fast that Roy cricked his neck. Pure shock was etched on the dragonet’s faces as they saw who the words belonged to. In front of them, framed in the dark sleeping cave entrance, as still as a statue, stood Webs, the spiteful SeaWing… 1000thoughts clouded Roy’s mind. Accusations, criticisms, but most of all questions. This SeaWing had taken away Roy’s beloved sister from him. This

SeaWing had taken Glory away from him. “What do you want!” Roy snarled down at her, the words were a little more forceful than he expected but, he didn’t care. Although he was far taller than her, her notorious cold-as-ice glare was still extremely intimidating. “Your plan is a good one, FlashWing, yet you overlooked one major problem. Evenif you do manage to melt down the sky hole, you’ll have to deal with Queen Aquila, Queen of the ScavengerWings.” The sleeping cave was filled with silence. An unspoken thought radiated around them. “And why would Queen Aquila try to hunt us down all of a sudden?” Queen Aquila, Queen Sparkle – Socks as Roy liked to refer to her, was the most feared Queen in all the Secret Islands. She was the most corrupt, power-hungry dragon to ever exist. “Well, as a guardian of the dragonets for the talons of peace, it is my duty to ensure your isolation from other dragons. I suggest you stop glaring at me, that’s my job, you should most likely leave. She will be here any second.”

Wordlessly, Roy and the dragonets flew gracefully up to the study cave. Without a glance back at Webs, they all started to spurt out waves of flame at the sky hole except for Roy and Glory. He was using all his concentration and from his paws formed himself, Glory, Clay, Sunny, Starflight and Tsunami. There was no time to celebrate Roy’ssuccess as just then Clay had returned through the sky hole. Roy realised that Clay had already taken all the other dragonets out, minus himself, Roy and Glory. “Come on you two. I will lift you out!” At that very moment, when Roy had hastily grabbed his sister’s hand, he heard a sound that made his heart stop cold.

Clay lifted Roy and Glory out of the cave when they saw a banana-yellow shape spread eagled on the ground. There, Sunny was unconscious. There was a swoop and then Starflight and Tsunami joined them. “No!” Glory screamed. Tsunami was the best at fighting out of all of them, if she could be beaten so easily then what would happen to the rest of them… “Whoever you are, I suggest you show yourself or we’ll, um… we’ll open fire on you, or… something.” A fully grown female dragon appeared right in front of them. “Well, hello there gorgeous!” On the edge of the cliff, silhouetted in the three moon’s light, stood Queen Aquila in the flesh. Roy could make out a scarlet claw shaped scar across her left eye. There was an eerie diamond encrusted aura around her as if, when someone walked near her, they would turn into a diamond or something. If anything, they would probably just turn into dinner. Roy could see that over her shoulder Sunny was badly injured. Clay seemed to look in the same direction, but he soundedsurprised when he said, “Hey look, it’s another ScavengerWing!” Roy looked at the solitary tree that Clay was pointing at, and he could see that there was another ScavengerWing, but as soon as Queen Aquila looked around, theScavengerWing fell off the tree.

“Oooof! That’s got to hurt!” muttered Roy.

Roy felt sick in his underbelly. He knew that the only way for Queen Aquila to leave them alone was to sacrifice himself. “Wouldn’t it be nice to have a FlashWing skin coat that changed colour? Well, I will come with you back to your kingdom and willingly give you my skin, if, and only if, you leave my friends and my sister alone.” Glory looked astonished at her brother’s stupidity, and she was speechless. Clay, realising what Roy was trying to do wasalso speechless and he looked grim. No you didn’t think you’d escape that easy, did you, precious?” Roy calculatedrapidly… “Glory, when I say jump, I want you to grab Sunny and fly off the cliff to the Rain and FlashWing kingdom, hopefully they’ll protect us. Clay you’ll need to grab Tsunami and Starflight and follow Glory… I’ll try to stall Queen Sickly-Sweet as long as I can… I can try trap her in the sky hole. Before you two say anything, yes, I know it’s dangerous but it’s our only way of escaping.”

Roy said his plan from the corner of his mouth so that Queen “Wig head” couldn’t hear him. He spoke to everyone ina loud booming voice, each one of his words echoed in the valley below. “So, guys, I guess this is the end of the line for us… The only thing we could do is…JUMP!”

Time seemed to stop as Clay and Glory snatched up their targets. From the corner of his eye, he could see Queen Aquila charging towards him. He clutched to the hope that he would see Glory again and… he ducked and clawed at Queen Aquila’s underbelly, through her from the tail and kicked her in the wing. “Arrrhgh,” she moaned. Foolishly she charged. Once again Roy caught her tail and hurled it into the sky hole snout-first. All that was left visible of herwas her sparkly feet. Roy couldn’t resist, “See ya, Sparkle socks!” And with a smirk on his face, he flew off. Eventually he caught up with Glory and Clay. Apparently, they were much slower flyers when they were holding the unconscious forms of their friends. In about ten minutes filled with Roy explaining how he had beaten Queen Aquila, they landed happily on luscious fields overwhelmed with tropical fruits and trees. It was an absolute paradise… “Hey didn’t I see you fall off a tree?” There stood the clumsy ScavengerWing Clay had seen in a tree… he was hiding (badly) behind a tree. He had long majestic golden-blond hair and a smug smile. “Didn’t I see three of your friends getting beat up my evil Queen?
Roy smirked, “You’re not evil are you, care to join our tribe…?”
He looked hesitant, “My name is Scruffy, and what tribe would this be?”
Glory wasn’t listening, she was asleep… “Hi my name is Roy, this is Clay and on your right is my sister, feel free to refer to her as sleeping beauty, and my three unconscious friends are Starflight, Sunny and Tsunami and this would be the tribe of the dragonets…”

Splinter was sitting in his leafy room. He was looking at his reflection. A great array of different shades of beautiful greens on his chest and back, long black claws, splinters crawling along his spine with a whip thin tail. He was the son of the queen, Queen Leaf. Splinter lived in the palace. It was stunning, shelled into the biggest tree on the island.He lived on an island called Alaria, where the most ferocious tribe lived, the TreeWings. His mother was the best queen in all Pantala, holding the strongest army in the world. Their palace was very secure because of the harshweather dragons had to overcome to get to the island. Splinter would guard the palace gates every few days. He always wondered why his tribe never went to battle.

The next few days were a blur, with hunting, training and guarding up Splinter’s sleeves. But the next day, as he was leaving his post, the other guard exclaimed “Your Majesty, would like to see you – Prince Splinter.”
Splinter silently made his way up to the enormous tree palace and eventually got the courage to fly up to thevineyard. This was where the throne sat, in a beautiful garden full of flowers and olives.
“COME,” boomed a loud, fierce voice.
Splinter wobbled in and bowed. “Your Majesty, you wanted to see me?” Splinter asked.
“Yes. I wanted to talk to you. All the HiveWings are in battle, including our allies. I want you to lead a squadron of 100 dragons into battle. Now go! The sooner you leave, the better.”
Splinter nodded and sprinted out. He was leaving the forest. He was leaving everything.

Splinter was flying outside the gates. He had a golden chest plate and a sharp spear in his right talon. Before he knew it, they were already at the ocean. Thunder and lightning pulled dragons into the rough ocean. The storm was justending when Splinter saw land ahead. There, on the cliff waiting for them, was a battle in full force.
“CHARGE,” Splinter shouted.
After that call every dragon swooped down into the battle. It was every man for themselves. Splinter saw TreeWingsgetting murdered and HiveWings getting stabbed. It was going terribly for the enemies.
“RETREAT!” called a dragon who must have been their boss.
As Splinter watched the enemies fly away, he saw the dragons around him. Bloody, injured, dead.

The TreeWings had gathered all remaining survivors from the battle, getting ready to go back to Alaria on the clearestday. Everyone was battered and beaten, but they all wanted to go home. Splinter put on his now dented, golden armour and grabbed his spear. He then flew into the sky and spiralled upwards. He flapped his enormous wings and searched the sky. Tomorrow, he thought, tomorrow, we will go. Splinter flew down and told the rest of the TreeWings.

The soldiers soared over clear skies. They flew in perfect weather with no clouds in sight. Splinter saw a distant island over the horizon. Home, he thought. They flew for hours without stop, eating what salvages they had left. Soon, they were at the gates of the palace, where Splinter was greeted with a feast and a gathering. Everyone was relieved he returned home.

A long time ago in a place far, far away, there was a world of dragons called Pyrria. But eventually, three generations of dragons discovered a new set of territories in the stars. These dragons, the Timewings, the GalaxyWings and the MoonWings, constantly fought over their territories which started a series of brutal wars. There were two sides during the last war so far, The Timewings, StarWings and GalaxyWings on one side and the MoonWings on the other. This is where our Timewing Air-space fighter hero, Troy comes in…

Like any other day in this brutal war, Timewing commander Troy and his squadron refueled and rearmed before they started to prepare for takeoff. “See you at the far-right position,” said Troy half-heartedly to his Timewing friend Churchill. He got an enthusiastic response from Churchill when he said, “You bet!” Suddenly Troy sped down the runway and used his talon spring pads to give him the boost needed for take-off. He soared through the air and glided at cruise altitude in a set position. He used his built-in radio to contact Churchill. “Churchill-Churchill do you read me?” radioed Troy.

 “Loud and clear, Sargent!” came the inevitable ever more enthusiastic response from Churchill. Little did Troy and his squadron know, but they soon would face the biggest challenge of their lives.

After some time, Troy and his squadron glided calmly until they started to spot dots in the sky rapidlyapproaching them from less than a kilometre away and flying at an altitude roughly one hundred to two hundred metres below them.
“Captain Troy to Squadron: prepare to engage unidentified targets but only fire if confirmed targets; copy, prepare for possible engagement,” ordered Troy on the radio. Suddenly a stone tracer whizzed past his skull as the unidentified targets confirmed their hostility, as stone bullets raked the squadron! “Hostilities identified, take evasive action!” both sides broke formation and picked which enemy to single out first. Troy zoomed around as he messily evaded the stone rounds aimed at him! They whizzed past as Troy kept diving towards the MoonWing as he went under him and then pulled up as he flew towards the underside of the dragon. Just as he was about to crash into the enemy, he let loose his stone machine guns, hit the target and pulled out of his climb while he dodged the MoonWing corpse and added a tally to his long list of confirmed kills.

As Troy and his squadron regrouped and reformed, they saw the formation of GalaxyWings bombers they had beenordered to escort. Troy and his squadron spread themselves out throughout the bomber squadron as they flew towards home with the sunset gently lighting up the horizon. As Troy and his squadron landed, Troy asked his friend Churchillwith a lot of enthusiasm, “Do you want to spend our fortnightly leave passes?”
Churchill responded with, “Yes-yes I would.” And the two walked off laughing and smiling into the distance…

The snow felt heavy, Elise and the others were freezing. They were on a mission to retrieve a Mysterious Mythical EarthWing egg. The appearance of the EarthWings are green rocky scales that glow in the darkness which will turn neon green. These scales will help navigate other EarthWings when it is pitch black and on a mission. Under scalestend to be a shining grey, which has a pattern of black continuous circles. When the body of the EarthWing gets wet it will automatically change colour into a blueish brown colour. The body is half the same to the other dragonets, but they all have other unique features that are special to them. All the EarthWings have gold on their bodies, but all in different points. This gold symbolises that they are an EarthWing. This helps the dragonets navigate the others if they are in trouble. The gold shines so bright that all the EarthWings can navigate each other when they are in different places. What is so unique about the gold is that when the beam is shining, only EarthWings can see it. This really helps because if an enemy could see this, they would locate the dragonets and attack them, which means they could be outnumbered because other tribes attack in packs. All the EarthWings have a special sense of smell and this smellcan identify what dragon tribe are they from. This sense of smell is really useful to tell if there are other dragons nearby. Not only do they have a scense of smell, but they also have outstanding hearing. The average EarthWing can hear a conversation from up to three km away! This really helps the dragons listen in to secret conversations that the other tribes will be discussing. The EarthWings have numerous amounts of spikes continuously going along the top of the dragnet’s body. These spikes are something that EarthWings are unique for. The spikes aren’t just any normalspikes, they are irrelevant to any other dragonet species. These spikes have a vast colour that has no capacity and is completely invisible to any other dragon tribe. Also, all the EarthWings have a unique Earth style to them – this includes green, rocks, black, brown etc. These colours symbolise the atmosphere of the element earth. TheEarthWings are such a unique tribe that consists of great colours and powerful dragons.

The egg was guarded by the Blizzard dragons. Elise and her friends were sent by the EarthWing King. The EarthWings set off to fly over the land of Blizzard, to get a brief sighting of the Kingdom. They dove down at thespeed of light and hid behind an enormous rock. They started to scope the Kingdom out to try to find an unguarded entrance. Elise gasped; there was an entrance, but they had to be stealthy. Elise and Elliot went to the entrance and activated their invisibility.

Maria and Clint stayed back on the lookout. Elliot and Elise went through the side door, but they had to time it perfectly, as the guard was walking back and forth. Elise snuck past and now it was Elliot’s turn. Elliot decided to steal the guard’s keys which he hoped would unlock the door to the Mythical Egg. Elliot didn’t do it stealthily; hestabbed the Blizzard guard with his tail directly into the spinal cord. Elise was shocked and was frustrated why he did that. Elliot didn’t care one bit and went straight into the kingdom. With no regard whatsoever he went straight to a door that said DO NOT ENTER. Elise followed without hesitation, but little did they know Queen Blizzard appeared out of nowhere.

“Well, well, well, look who we have here, some worthless EarthWings.” Elise didn’t know what to do, so she yelled in EarthWing language, but before she could complete her sentence Queen Blizzard shut her mouth with her talon.

Whilst Maria and Clint were waiting, they heard a glimpse of something. “What is that?” Clint said. Maria was curious of what that was. So, they lifted their wings and went to find the others. As Maria and Clint were here to savethe others, they saw over 20 guards and the Blizzard Queen. The four EarthWings were standing there in disbelief. “So, what are you going to do now?” Queen Blizzard laughed. They tried to escape, but they were cornered in every direction possible. The Blizzard tribe all thought they were superior to every other tribe in existence. “That’s it!”Elise had come up with an idea, but it was going to take all hands-on deck. The EarthWings were all in a huddle having a discussion about their master plan. “Ok, on the count of three, one two thr…”

Screech! An enormous cage had been planted above them. Chains appeared that instantly locked their forearmstogether. The Queen laughed. This could be a mission fail for the EarthWings.

Until Clint realised the guards had left and they still had access to their powers. Zap! The chain broke into pieces and Clint was free. “Quickly” Clint whispered. All the others did the same process. With haste they submerged the bars with their breath. “Activate invisibility ASAP” the dragons were invisible and were off to retrieve that egg. They spotted a door; it looked really suspicious. Screech! The door opened, so they walked straight into the room. It was a room full of lasers and obstacles. “There is the egg!” Elliot said with excitement. “I have to retrieve the egg; this is up to me” Elise said. But little did they know the Queen was standing right behind them. Maria turned around and saw the Queen. This was it the battle of history; it all came down to this. The Earth Wings came out of the room and were ready to battle. Boom! Queen Blizzard breathed out ice, Elise dodged. They fought back at the Queen. “This isn’t working!” Clint yelled. Elise gasped she had studied all about this. “Teamwork!” She screamed. They all stopped fighting and Elliot formed the force field. “We can do this; we just have to combine all of our powers together.” Maria was scared and said, “I don’t know about this.” Elliot got rid of the force field and the dragons merged every abilitythey have together. BLAST! All their surroundings had broken. They looked up and Queen Blizzard had disappeared. “It worked!” They screamed, but where was Elise? They looked back in the room and there Elise was holding a little baby Earth Wing egg, looking so happy that they had a mission success. Then they heard footsteps creeping up behind them. It wasn’t Queen Blizzard, it was several guards trying to examine the egg! THUMP! Elise blasted through the wall and yelled “Follow me back to the Earth Wing Kingdom.

They zoomed off with possession of the egg and returned to the Kingdom. Once they arrived, they went straight to the Earth King and returned the mythical Earth Wing egg. The King gasped and said, “You have completed the mission impossible, you’ve retrieved the egg. Now hurry and put it in a pile of hay.” The dragons rushed to the hay and placed it down. Once the egg was resting in the hay, the dragons had to wait and wait in silence.

Creek! The egg had a crack; the dragons gasped. Creek! It cracked again. The talon had made its way out of the egg, and slowly the rest of the body. At last, the mythical egg has finally hatched. “What is that?” Maria said with confusion. It was an EarthWing, but it didn’t look anything like one. The Earth Wing had a luminescent colour which looked astonishing. The dragonet made its way out of the egg and onto the hay. The mythical dragonet started at something, when boom! A log of wood was disintegrated into pieces! The other dragons were in shock; they hadn’tseen anything like it before. They could not believe that a dragon that just hatched can already shoot lasers out of its eyes. “This is something else; this dragon is going to be the most powerful and dangerous out of all the tribes ever!” Elise said with glee. Elise rushed the dragonet to the king in a haste. Elise told the king all about it and the king said, “I know, this Earth Wing needs to stay protected at all costs.”

The Earth Wings now enforce their Kingdom and are ready to battle.