The Story of a Legend

Little Ron came out to play in his back yard. It was a sunny day in Switzerland. He walked toward the forest. Ron had enough privileges to go in the forest. It held many secrets. Ron heard many little voices when he walked inside. He liked animals. He would make a legend…

Meanwhile, thousands of miles away, at the same time…

Place USA. Time 12:00 A.M. Date 12/31/2000.

The eagle and the gastropod flew from the scene of the crime. Well, the gastropod couldn’t fly so the eagle carried it. “Darn it!” the eagle said, “We couldn’t find the requirements!”
“We’ll have to try Switzerland. They have more magical things like the phoenix feather. We just need to find that! Got your potion Eagle?”
“I’m drinking it right now.”
“Good. It’s going to be a long trip.” The animals flew off.

Ron was walking to the heart of the forest. He was 10. He could walk by himself. Then a flash passed by. He heard a voice in his head. “He’s after me!” The flash turned out to be a raccoon. Then a cry pierced the air. The cry sound painful and had melodic tone to the cry. Then the cry stopped. “What was that?” Ron thought. It was getting weird. He decided to go back home. Something was going to happen on New Year…

Eagle and the Gastropod arrived in Switzerland. 12:00 p.m. was the time. They heard the cry of the Phoenix and it was afraid of the creatures that were going to … get the Phoenix angry. They saw a boy run back into the house near by the forest. No matter he could not hear the voices of the animals. The animals arrived in the forest. There was a lot ahead to do. They had to recast the evil spell…

Ron didn’t tell anybody what happened. When he told somebody there were any animals talking to him, the people just said “It’s the voices in your head.” He had little time to play in there so he decided to go again. The voices… he didn’t care about them. He liked the forest.

Blood everywhere from the Eagle and the Gastropod. They had lost lots of blood trying to get a feather from the Phoenix. But they managed to get the feather. “Where are we going to cast the spell?” said the Gastropod.
“Probably in that boy’s backyard.” Replied the Eagle.The nearest house was the house where that boy ran in too.