Claxton

Chapter Six: Competition of the Ninja

Song: "African Breeze" - The Fiechters

        Eventually, the storm passed. The rain stopped, and the wind slowed. The dark clouds began leaving Seabrook Island. Very faintly, the sun poked out from behind one of them.

On North Beach, Makenna's surfboard still rested where she left it, but there was no sign of her. Powerful waves and foam crashed onto the shoreline.

As they crashed, they said, "Beware, Seabrook Island! This isn't the last time you'll see a storm like this! Another powerful one will come, and we can guarantee somebody will get hurt!"

Another large wave hammered the shoreline. That one grabbed Makenna's surfboard and whisked it out to sea.

The sea continued across the rough Atlantic Ocean until it finally fed into a small, mysterious island filled with vegetation. Numerous coastal trees and even a volcano stood and overlooked the ocean. The island's beach was covered in fluffy, white sand, and small waves crashed onto it.

Resting on the sand on her front, still unconscious, was Makenna. Whoever rescued her had taken her to the island.

Makenna was out for a few hours. When she finally woke, she groaned and rubbed her nose on the sand. Lifting her head, she spat out sand and coughed up a storm. Ugh, she must've swallowed half the ocean.

When Makenna managed to catch her breath, she dropped her hand from her chest and peered behind her. "What the—?" she asked, rising to her knees. She brushed the sand off her, but feeling her dress, she peered down and gasped at seeing her new outfit. Oh no, she was still wearing her fairy-like attire!

Makenna gasped again and jumped to her feet. In a feeble voice, she whispered, "Oh gosh." She twisted her head, and her eyes landed on her tiny wings.

They waved "hello" at her.

Makenna stared. She then screamed and reached for her head. "Ah! I really am a freak! No." Makenna shook her head. "I may be a freak, but I am not a fairy! Get it together, Makenna!" She next peered back at the forest. Makenna nervously said, "That does not look like Seabrook Island." Her eyes were fixed upon the volcano. Makenna shook her shoulders and stepped toward the island's forest, adding, "Oh, please, say there's someone in that forest that will take me back."

Taking a deep breath, she brought her hands to her chest and approached the forest. Soon standing before it, Makenna nodded. "All right, here I go." She stepped forward, but it happened again just before she entered the forest.

Makenna's wings flapped, and she was thrown into the sky. "Ahh!" screamed the young fairy. "Oh, God! Oh, God! Oh, God!"

Purposely, the wings dropped her, and Makenna yelled as she crashed through some tree branches, but she managed to grab one of the branches and break her fall. She closed her eyes when she felt the branch bending. Soon, Makenna hovered over a rocky, rough river in the forest.

The sun's rays, which poked through the clouds, scanned its bed, and plants waved in the wind.

Makenna held on for dear life. Opening her eyes, she said, "Uhh," as the branch continued to bend. A faint cracking sound came from it. "No, no!" Makenna begged. "Don't break on me! Don't break on me, please!" Before she knew it, the branch broke, and Makenna fell toward the river, yelling. However, just before she hit it, her wings flapped and caught her an inch from the river's surface. Makenna gasped as the tip of her nose touched the water, and her eyes widened at the sight of the rocks.