by Billy
I hear in the distance, a sound that I know. You get pretty good at recognising the different noises on this mysterious island when you have been here for years. You see, when I was just a young girl my parents and I took a helicopter flight from my home in Tasmania, but we tragically never made it to our destination of New Zealand. We encountered a storm and crashed into the Tasman Sea. The next thing I remember was waking up on this island all alone, or so I thought.
The sound that I’m following belongs to the mischievous fairies who inhabit this place. Their giggles get louder and louder the closer I get. I look around but become momentarily blinded by a glistening light. All of a sudden something falls from a tree above me. I look down and discover a tooth. This isn’t an ordinary tooth. It feels like a mossy rock and it is enormous. At that moment the fairies giggles turn into frightening screams. It sends shivers down my spine. I look up to see the mischievous fairies pointing behind me. I turn around and see the most hideous beast that has haunted my dreams ever since. But those ogres aren’t the only thing that fill my dreams.
I have encountered many extraordinary creatures during my daytime adventures. The fairies follow me everywhere I go, they have become my friends. They spend their days collecting the teeth of the hideous ogres and make potions to protect me from the other creatures. Creatures like: slimy octosquid who live on monsoon madness where it rains all day everyday; giant man eating plants which fill the fantastic forests; enormous mammoths that roll down the snow capped mountains saying “Timber”. These creatures are the least of my worries. It’s the night that scares me, for the fairies are sleeping and no one is around to protect me.
At night I have to be weary of: the abandoned caves that are now teaming with blood sucking bats; baron deserts where it’s so dark you cant see a thing until you accidentally walk into a cactuses ‘’ouch’’; boisterous baboons that guard the fairies pixie dust, the jagged ladders are the only way to get across to the magical dust. Most nights I struggle to sleep, but if I do manage, I’m always sleeping with one eye open.
