Dylan Drake and the Stupid Story That Repeats Itself by Belle Dancer (Noelle Forbes)
One day, Cyrus Nicholson, Jesse Barham, David Harrison, and April Weinstein were playing in the Misty Forest when Shane Dinanham showed up. As usual, he wore the most shiny and glittery outfit known to man.
“Shane what are you doing here?” Cyrus snapped as everyone glared at him. “Nobody likes you, so why are you bothering us?”
“It’s about Dylan,” said Shane. “He’s about to go on one of those dangerously suicidal missions again! We have to stop him before he does something completely stupid!”
“Oh come on, Shane,” said Dylan Drake as he showed up. “You know yourself. I was just down at The King’s Alehouse getting something to drink.”
“Please don’t tell me that he’s here,” said Cyrus.
“Who? Estazius Bloodworth?” said Dylan. “Please! That guy clearly doesn’t know when to take a break. Doesn’t he get tired of me beating him up and every other story?”
“You wish,” said Shane. “It’s not like he’s going to want to listen to reason. He’s a bad guy; it’s what they do.”
“Of course that’s what we do,” said the evil sorcerer as he showed up. “Prepare to die again, Dylan Drake!”
“Seriously? We gotta go through this again?” cried Dylan as he glared at Bloodworth. “Don’t you get tired of having to chase after me in every single book? It’s getting boring!”
“Like it or not, I’m still chasing after you, boy,” said Bloodworth, “and this time, I’m going to…”
Just then, the director of the TV show came out and said, “This program has been permanently cancelled, so goodbye everyone!”
Well, I have just discovered that not liking “The Chronicles of Narnia” by C.S. Lewis was going to cost me everything.
For the past six years, I had continuously rejected “The Chronicles of Narnia” in favor of reading “The Trees of Light” by D.B. Painter. Everyone I knew who read “The Trees of Light” said that the books were stupid and pathetic and not worth reading; they all suggested that I give up on the “The Trees of Light” and start reading “The Chronicles of Narnia”and other books.
Yet I refused to listen to their pleas to stop reading the books, as “The Trees of Light” had captured my imagination, leaving very little room for anything else. I spent countless hours locked away in my room pretending I was Princess Madeleine Fallsworth and going on many adventures with other characters.
So when I went into the closet in the abandoned house, I found myself standing in the snow and staring at a huge lamp post.
You find yourself standing in a room filled with weapons. There are an assortment of weapons to choose, but you’re not interested in any weapons. You just want to get out of the castle alive.
To be honest, you don’t know how you got into the castle in the first place, nor do you remember what happened BEFORE you came to the castle. But all you know is that you’re stuck in the castle with no way to escape.
Except through the weapons room, where almost no one dares to venture.
You eventually discover a secret door behind a row of suits of armor; the door swung inward, leading to a flight of stairs in a dark hallway. Taking a lantern by the door, you close the door and walk down the steps, but not before taking a small sword with you. After all, you need to defend yourself in the strange new world you’re in.
Juniper stood there, staring at a grave. Her grave. The people of Zogamont, California had buried her at Zion Memorial Cemetery when it was proven that she was dead. Juniper had no idea that when she disappeared, people searched for her, fearing that she was already dead. Now that she was at the grave, Juniper realized that her time as Juniper Chadwell was over.
“Juniper!” She turned around and saw Reege, Damon, and Rónand running towards her. How did they get through the portal when they couldn’t go through it at all, she wondered. Instead, she said, “How did you guys find me?”
“it wasn’t hard,” said Damon. “Not when we went through that strange village at the edge of your town.”
“You mean Wonderfair? The abandoned amusement park?” Juniper cried out.
“Yeah,” said Reege. “I know we shouldn’t have come here, but we just couldn’t bear to see you alone without anyone to take care of you.”
“He’s right,” said Rónand. “We never leave a friend behind.”
Juniper was about to respond when a police officer said, “Who are you and what are you all doing here?”
“We’re tourists,” Rónand said without hesitation.
“Tourists?” said the officer with a strange look on his face.
“Precisely,” said Rónand.
“And may I have your names, please?” said the officer.
“Certainly,” said Rónand. “I’m Reginald Wellington-Smith, this is my daughter Juniper Wellington-Smith, and my nephews Ramsey and Dorian Griffin. “We’re from the old country.”
“Let me guess: you’re all from England?” said the officer.
“Yes, we are,” said Juniper before Rónand could speak. “May we go now, sir?”
“I’ll take you back to your hotel room,” said the officer.
“No, that’s all right, sir,” said Juniper. “We were just leaving.”
As they all left the cemetery, Juniper said to Rónand, “How did you really get here? I thought you guys couldn’t come with me when I jumped through the portal. What happened?”
“We worried about you and what would happen to you if you were by yourself in this world,” said Rónand. “Besides, I am a wizard, am I not? So of course there was a way I had to find you.”
“Now that we’re here, what shall we do now?” said Reege. “There’s no way we’re going back to Eswoth, isn’t there?”
“Not for many years,” said Rónand. “But one year here is 100 years in Eswoth. Henfrey will be dead by then and the true king will rise. And we have all the time in the world to ourselves.”
“Why don’t we leave this place and see the rest of this world?” said Damon. “I bet it’s better than what we have here.”
“Of course,” said Juniper. “We do have 100 years to see it all. What happens next is up to us.”
As they continued walking, Juniper realized that she had had a family all along. Reege, Damon, and Rónand became her family through thick and thin to the bitter end. When she defeated Henfrey, she only succeeded because she had her family by her side.
She had no need to be afraid or to hide from the world, not as long as her family was with her.
As all tales must come to an end, so ends this story. Yet, there were more adventures for the four of them to have; those adventures won’t be written here.
Jacquel Katherine Nicole Rassenworth has had enough of people trying to mess up her story. Ever since she was featured in “Wonder Circus“, many people have written fanfiction about her. The fanfiction ranges from silly childish fantasies to hard-core teen drama. Not once has Jacquel gotten any respect for the things she has gone through while she was trapped in the circus.
I say this needs to stop right now.
What we must do is to write a story about her that isn’t stupid or unrealistic. And we need to hurry up, because she’s reaching the end of her patience.