Welcome back! Today we continue with the student versions of Unveiling the Wizards’ Shroud Chapter Three.
I’ve altered the line spacing to make them easier to read on WordPress, otherwise they are exactly as the students wrote them. I’ve copied the files from Adobe to Word to WordPress, so I hope I got the formatting as the authors intended. I take full responsibility for any errors in that regard, and I hope you’ll choose your favorite(s) based on content, not formatting. Please keep track of the ones you like the best. Voting begins September 18!
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Student Versions of Chapter Three
Group 5 Chapter Three
A mysterious glow: the crossing of Death desert
Owen and the magician then began to walk through the “Death Desert” under the unbearable heat of the sun. They allowed themselves a few breaks to gain back energy and quench their thirst.
The desert was vast but oppressing. Every step you took was like the heat of the sand was mysteriously pulling you down towards it. The background was sinister, the horizon of sand seemed like it never ended and the pathway was covered in corpses that Owen tried very hard not to look at, were impossible to ignore. Despite what he was seeing, the prince thought that the Desert wasn’t nearly as bad as what he had imagined.
After walking quietly for a day, the sun began to hide behind the mountains of sand to finally disappear, letting the temperature go down and leaving the two men feeling tired.
When darkness had covered the entire desert with its obscure and cold coat and blinded Cedric and Owen, they decided to stop and get some sleep around a fire for a few hours. They lay down on the incredibly cold sand after the sun had gone down, and tried to fall asleep hoping to escape into an endless and unreal dream.
The magician fell asleep instantly. Meanwhile, Owen couldn’t even close an eye. The temperature was so low that not even the trembling fire could offer him a second of peace. The vision of his poor father lying on his bed, unconscious, was floating in his mind and made him want to cry.
A long cry for help made him start. He had never heard a sound that loud and that terrifying. The cry stopped for a second then started again, like a response to the first one. Owen couldn’t move. The young prince turned to the magician who was sitting straight and looking very carefully towards the horizon.
“Cedric, what….?” is….
The magician put his hands on Owen’s mouth, leaving him no choice but to stare clueless at the dark behind the old man. Owen tried to push him away but Cedric had much more strength than him. He tried again but then stopped when he heard footsteps coming towards them. The magician let go of the child and took his wand out placing it in front of him for protection, and stepped on what was left of the fire. He turned to Owen and said: “Do not say a word”
In the heavy fog, thirty meters away from them, Owen saw a dozen tiny little lights glowing in the dark. When he saw them disappear for a second then reappear, the boy understood that those lights were in fact eyes.
The night was going to be long for the adventurers….
Come back for the rest of the adventure! (All links go live at midnight Central Standard Time on the date in parentheses.)
Group 6 (September 8)
Group 7 (September 9)
Group 8 (September 10)
Group 9 (September 11)
Group 10 (September 12)
Group 11 (September 13)
Group 12 (September 14)
Group 13 (September 15)
Group 14 (September 16)
Group 15 (September 17)
Let the voting begin! (September 18)
Unveiling the Wizards’ Shroud: Chapter Three (September 20)
Voting Closes and Winners Announced! (September 25)