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Secret of the silent librarian Chapter 1 “And this is the sydney Harbour bridge.” I yawned, as my teacher listed all the possible ways to bomb the sydney harbour ( seriously, who would do that?)We were on the bus heading to the state library. The weather was storming. I was excited, not because of the two million books but because I could sneak away to the look at the interesting collection. It reminded me of my dad. He had taught me how to do weird things such as conjuring up sword no one could see. When we arrived I was the first one to get out of the bus. There it was, standing solemnly in the rain. The large building looked sinister in the rain and storm. By this time the class should’ve gotten out. I looked back, the bus was not there! Then I looked at my watch, it was exactly 12:38pm. Of all the peculiar things that happened to me this was the most crazy. Running to the entrance I noticed something, a murder of crows. I approached the door. With simple pull of the door handel I was in the library. Chapter 2 Mr david scott Mitchell Advancing towards the Mitchell reading room I felt scared. Goose bumps were creeping up my arm. This was not good. Every step I took, the courage inside me lessened. After what seemed like an hour of creeping toward the reading room I was there. Everything seemed normal until I saw the shelves. Books were arranging themselves, gliding through the air. The books all seemed dead. A sort of wispy mist energy was being channelled from a unknown hand. This was very, very bad. Then I saw a figure suspended in the air. Its form was flickering like a candle. The exquisitely patterned ceiling was glowing as if it was blessed by the figures presence. The figure was gliding very slowly, using the mysterious energy to arrange the books. Suddenly he spoke, “I am expecting YOU Miss Molly Mcguire.” He spoke quite calmly. His voice was ringing in my head. “It is time” he continued. “I am Mr David Scott Mitchell, you will refer to me as the silent Librarian. “David Scott Mitchell…” I thought.“Are you the founder of this library?” He replied “quite knowledgeable Miss Mcguire.” I took that as a yes ( old fashioned people are so formal). “You are this century’s Guider of the dead.” “For centuries Mcguires have guided sprits to the great afterwards.” “I have remained here because I have been unable to go to the great afterwards.”“It is your duty to also protect spirits. “I have called you to guide me’’ “And your predecessor is your father. I briefly remembered my dad saying that to guide spirits to whatever the “great afterwards” is to bring the spirits “resolution”. “Umm what is your “resolution”?” “My resolution is that I have been murdered by William Barter, he is immortal in the memory which means he is still alive in a spirit form.” “Resolving this would ensure he would not keep terrorising the living.” “I need you to bring me and him to justice.” We walked outside the reading room. We kept walking and David was arranging the books again. I suddenly saw something a dark and mysterious shadow. The shadow seemed to tell me to keep walking. We walked into a gallery. The paintings eyes seemed to follow us. Suddenly a big thing pounced on me. “One of William Barters living creatures, infused with the power of the dead.” “I am powerless against this.” David sighed, then he disappeared in a puff of smoke. I closed my eyes tight and a transparent sword appeared in my hand. This was one weird things my dad taught me. I had used it once to break a glass pot. Then, I charged and stabbed into the creatures head. I kept stabbing. Black stuff came out. “Its the power of the dead.” said David reappearing. “ I must warn you this is just a minion the power of William Barter is greater.”

Into the wilderness Chapter 1 I go to the unknown I closed the book and warmed my hands against the dancing fire. I sighed deeply and watched the glowing embers.I watched the endless scene of mountains. We had made it past the border and had trekked 6km north. The bitter North wind slapped my face. My friend Elian Iwaedal Tyrak was setting up camp and his falcon was dutifully guarding us . I felt fur underneath her tired feet. It was Stormeye, my loyal snow cat. A snowcat was a large cat with fur like snow leopard ones. There was something wrong. Chapter 2 I play dodgeball with Mr dragon An aroma of dead meat wafted through the bizarre landscape. Dead, burnt trees. Bones of their long lost owners scattered the ground. We had reached the peak of the infamous arachnid mountain. There was a cave and inside icy breaths blasted out of an unknown mouth. We ventured deeper into the cave. The menacing moutians loomed over the our tiny beings. Shards of delicate light raidiated out of the sun. A cold breath breathed and the animals scattered... Ice ,cold, drain and death were all I could think about. The cold was more intense. Then we saw the sight that would stay in their minds until a century passed. There was a giant dragon. It was no ordinary dragon. Its smooth white scales were as shiny as moon beams. Its horns were chestnut brown. Its eyes stared down at the us as though daring to fight… I was quite startled. But I had no choice. The dragon blasted ice out of its mouth. We both doged the blast. But where the blast had landed the was a few metres of icicles. This dragon was dangerous. We were doging its blasts quickly. Suddenly I spotted a couple of dry sticks and dashed to it. I rubbed it together furiously. “Come on …”I muttered to myself. Finally, to my relief a roaring fire was created. The dragon stopped firing and backed away. We took the oppotunity to ecsape. Just as we started to run, a silvery mist slipped into one of my empty botanical bottles. Chapter 3 unexpected mutiny We had a little rest stormeye was munching on a bit of grub which was … unusual. I decided not to care. But then I heard stormeye growling. He pounced on to me aggressive. Elians falcon was trying to attract stormeyes attention. Stormeye swiftly raced for the falcon but stopped. He seemed to be in mental combat with his bad side. “Wait a minute, is that herbilicus storn ?”I blurted out. The shrub stormeye was eating a minute ago was indeed herbilicus storn. That had caused him to be aggressive. I quickly mixed out the antidote and smeared some on stomeyes snout. This worked. I jumped into the air with joy. But little did I know there was danger. Chapter 4 the do are die chess match The next day we hiked through the shriviling forest just 5km away from civillisation. We were stoped in our tracks by a bizarre creature “I’m called the eternal vermin to pass my lands you must play a simple game of chess”he said in a very squeaky voice but he made the ‘’simple ‘’ game of chess sound menacing “But…” we glared at him.“if you loss you die.”He made the die part sound like a casual stroll in the city. In front of our very eyes the so called “enternal vermin” conjured a chess board floating in mid-air. My mouth hang open it wasn’t everyday that you see a creature inviting you to a do-or-die-chess game. During the chess game I couldn’t help wondering why the thing was grinning. Things weren’t going that well. When it captured half of my chess pieces. I peered under the chess board without it looking it was carefully manipulating my chess pieces, I was enraged!! He was cheating. I pulled out my hunting knife and shouted”enough is enough”Elian had realised the trick too and had pulled out his sword. Stormeye growled and elians falcon flapped its wings ready to reach top speed. The eternal vermin just laughed and conjured a glowing magic shield. I threw my knife and it just bounced of and hit my shoulder. I cursed in agony as the vermin cackled. Just as I fell to the forest floor I fell in to a trance my hands gripped the bottle with silvery mist and… uncorked it and the full power of the ice dragons breath blasted out and evaporated the eternal vermin. Suddenly the birds were calling and the forest was greener it was no longer the shrivilled forest. The forest gods spirit was with me. I heard the birds rejoice “the curse has been lifted!” Epilouge These are the last words I shall write about the expedition 6 years ago: why settle when you have a lifetime of memories in the wild? Dearest reader, the wilderness is a place where you can connect to the land please use it wisely.

An aroma of dead meat wafted through the air. It was highly unpleasant as both Charlotte and Elian had to avoid passing through a cloud of yellow putrid gas. The peak of mount arachnid was just a dry bare landscape. There was a cave, in the cave an icy breath blasted out of a unknown mouth.

Asterix grasped the jeweled book and ran. The voices got nearer and nearer. She ran out of the library and slammed the door shut. She ran along the hallway to her room where she reached for her phone and put next-to her book. She opened it and held up her phone to take a selfie. Then, She opened the book. Her heart skipped a few paces. She was flying through space and time. She fell. She was hopeless. She opened her eyes. She was standing in the middle of a market in ancient Rome. Shoppers barged past each other. Women wrinkled their noses at her. She looked at her phone. Strange there is still wifi, she thought. Suddenly everything stopped. Horns could be heard. A procession was heading towards a building. Soldiers marched with pride. Prisoners hid their faces and people jeered at them. Asteriex was standing in the way of the procession and her jaw dropped.