A Pinch Of Magic (Discontinued)

#Story 4 - Land of Beirthorn! (with banner)

This is the below poem that I told you guys about, read the before chapter before you read this for better understanding why this poem.

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It was a world full of magic,
magic used for evil became tragic,
People got power from imagination,
It was the greatest creation,
The magic was unfortunately trapped in a well,
In the well a man fell,
The person was Mischief,
All with a single handkerchief,
The people had a problem with the giggles,
So no one could mingle.
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This is the story. Sorry there might be some childishness as I wrote it when I was in 6th grade:
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LAND OF BEIRTHORN!
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Found only behind the Mt. Blanca peak, lie the kingdom of Beirthorn once ruled by two valiant heroes, King Brotte and Queen Belana. Beirthorn's people had magic, which came only from great imagination. The greater the imagination, the more power the people possessed. Magic used for evil would backfire. So, no soul would dare use it for evil. This all seemed too good, didn't it? But no, there was a catch. If the person was born evil, they would be next in line to invincible. But they had no idea who was born evil or who was born a pure human. Only the Well of Wonders could judge what was bad and what was good for the kingdom.

Sazoder, an evil-born had found a way to decipher who was who by birth. By now the Well of Wonders had welled up pride and dignity of its high position amongst all. When it found out what Sazoder had planned, it was furious. The structure of the well was shaking and it could not control its rage and let loose. This affected the whole kingdom, even the Well itself! The major emotions of the people were replaced. They could change any times to a tremendous burst of giggles or a whole river of their sobs. The so-called great Well of Creations was helpless with all the kingdom's imagination trapped inside the well.

The replacement of emotions often caused commotions and misunderstandings between people. They would not help each other. They neglected the wonderful structures, carvings and statues built.

One gloomy day (like any other), a cheerful visitor came by, riding his horse. He was a teenager, about 17, with ruffles of pitch black hair matching his eyes, now wide in astonishment of the land beyond him nearly in ruins, with tiny specks of brown. He wore a black shirt with a chest pocket on his right and dark blue jeans. He was called Mischief (spelt Mi-sh-ief) He mounted off his horse, still clutching the reins walking into to the empty streets of once a colourful land now drained of its colours.

'So this is the land of Beirthorn, so much for my expectations' he scoffed mentally.

Mischief spotted a few people striding rudely and starring daggers at each other. The streets were a devastating sight, houses were dusty and cobwebs were all over, the statues seemed to be brooding over their plight and even -

Suddenly a booming voice echoed through the streets It was a burly guard

"The riddle to open the gate to the great Well of Wonders for today:"

Mischief perked up when he heard this. He was hoping all his life to visit the Well of Creations for answers about his parents.

He listened intently as the guard spoke.

"What is worth more than gold but doesn't cost a penny,

Very hard to find but easy to loose?"

He looked at a small crowd of about ten "Anyone?" he asked expecting no answer.

Mischief's mind gave a little spark, he scratched his chin and said "I got it! it's a friend! the answer to your riddle is a Friend!"