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Tav didn’t trust the giants. It wasn’t just Tav, Minnie was quiet but her worried frown said everything. Tav decided to get more paperwork off the giants and was gone for a while which worried Freddy. There were many meetings in Vapaus going through each character’s story and which one to put forward for the giants. Eventually half way through the meeting, Tav turned up, with documents in hand, scattering them on the table. ‘What happened?’ Freddy asked, ra

It had been a few months now and unbeknown to the new kingdom, they were being watched. One day there was a strange request that came through. The gate guards, which were a giant troll and a talking unicorn, answered it and couldn’t see who it was so they asked Freddy and Tav to have a look. Tav and Freddy answered it. Narrowing his eyes, Tav looked around. There was no one there. ‘Down here,’ chirped an irritated nasal voice.

‘You’ve managed to kick yourself and two kids out your kingdom?’ Tav laughed. He had got all three and they were up in the old castle ruins again. Tav managed to get some chairs and tables and all four were sitting together. ‘The garden we all go in, it’s a large piece of land,’ Freddy said, leaning forward. ‘Could you turn that into our kingdom?’ ‘I’m flattered that you think I’m that good,’ Tav rolled his eyes. ‘I can’t create a whole kingdom with no r

A few days later, Freddy saw the young princess and the Witch in the garden again. They were in the same spot as before, but whispering low. Freddy came up behind them, grin on his face and arms crossed. ‘Back here, again?’ ‘Thanks for helping us,’ Princess Beatty said, turning around. ‘We were just wondering if…’ the Witch tried to say. ‘Very predictable,’ Tav was suddenly there, looking at his fingernails. ‘You want to come

Freddy was in his room, getting ready. Now the ceremony and story were over, he just had to turn up to classes about maintaining his looks and fitness. He thought it would be over when the story ended but it was just another dull routine he needed to get used to. ‘So…’ Freddy heard Tav’s smooth voice. ‘Up to much?’ Freddy’s eyebrow raised, he looked down at his neckband going white. Smirking, Freddy pulled on his shirt, he thought out loud, ‘

‘She’s coming. She has the cloud with her.’ ‘One second,’ Tav reached over and buttoned up the top button of Freddy’s shirt to hide the band. Freddy raised his eyebrow. Tav just smiled. Princess Keira ran up the wonky stairs of the gloomy castle, sword ready in hand. Bashing at the door, she bellowed, ‘I am coming, my Prince’ She managed to hack the door down. In the room Prince Alfred was chained to the wall wit

Freddy felt so dazed. He could hear the sharp clinking sounds when he moved his wrists. Shaking his head, he blinked more, trying to get his vision back into focus. There was an old building smell around him, dusty and dirty. ‘Awake now, sleeping idiot?’ Tav was suddenly in front of him, smirking. Feeling his arms ache, Freddy looked at them. They were both above his head, chained to the wall. Freddy tilted

Keira was an eighteen-year-old princess. She had long brown curly hair, deep blue eyes and a slim waist with a perfectionist smile. She wanted to find the perfect apple and her friends told her to walk through the woods to a tree that produce the crispiest red refreshing apples she could have. She was warned there was a price for this, as many princesses had been before and never returned, all of them thought it was nonsense that anything bad would happen simply from getting a

‘So, I go to stab you,’ fourteen-year-old Freddy leaned forward, prodding Tav’s side with a stick. ‘Yeah,’ Tav said, flatly. ‘Come on,’ grinned Freddy, poking at Tav. Tav rolled his eyes. Pulling a ridiculous face, he clutches his hands to his cheeks and rolls his tongue. ‘Dead.’ He states and then shakes his head, mortified at the acting. Freddy laughed and then sat down on the grass.

‘This lesson is about Tavarious scales,’ said the tutor. ‘So, you already know Tavarious is different sort of wizard with scales instead of skin that change colour and dark eyes. His mother and father were cursed by?’ Freddy remembered seeing Tav’s deep dark large eyes, he remembered how his eyelashes were quite long and it was almost hypnotic to watch. He almost distracted him from reaching out and touching his soft dark hair. ‘Um, they were cursed by, um, anot

Once upon a time, in a place very far away from the real human world, there were two kingdoms. One kingdom, called Phaenomenon, was bright, full of colourful buildings, golden paths and the smell of sweet cinnamon was always in the air. The people who lived there were called Golosinas. The kingdom was so beautiful and sparkled so much that the young Golosinas forgot that this was a training camp, a training camp that moulded them into fairy tale heroes. The ot

Outside the human world there are two kingdoms, Phaenomenon and Damp Cook, they both perform plays to giants who take their stories from these kingdoms and pass them onto certain humans, inspiring the creation of ‘fairy-tales’. Both kingdoms have strict training camps, Phaenomenon designing perfect good guys, handsome princes and princesses and Damp Cook designing and training up the best bad guys, evil wizards and witches. There is always a good guy, and there is always a bad guy. But between these kingdoms is a hidden garden, where a young prince and young wizard accidentally meet, and it all changes from there.

All of a sudden, I’ve lost my footing No warning. And I fall. I fall backwards into a dark hole, a dark pit I’m falling really fast; my head can’t keep up with what’s happening Automatically my arms reach out, hands trying to grab at anything to stop myself or slow myself down I’m frightened on how fast I am going. All I can see is the sky above me And I scream for help But the sky is getting smaller and the darkness around me getting longer I sc

Blink. A minute. Yawn. It’s a year gone. What have I done with the last few months The last few years. It’s going too fast, so much has happened And yet nothing at all. This shouldn’t never happen to someone like me, I will survive the centuries past Time makes me so angry. It’s a race I will never win Time reminds me of all the accomplishments I never reached, or should have reached It’s a climbing rope that I can’t manage to get hold of. T

Poem written after another long walk.