By Gace Young, Grade 11
Theodore was an adventurous possum who loved exploring into the unknown and discovering what hidden treasures laid behind the borders of the village. Some possums called him crazy, others avoided him in fear of coming in contact with his insanity. Why would any creature dare leave the safety of the village for fun? What joy did taking such a daring risk have?
For Theodore, venturing into the dark, mossy woods was not a challenge or a risk but a part of his life. Sitting around, tending to the family farm, grounded him from the possibilities lurking in the unknown. It was not the life he wanted and so one day he left home and traveled down a dirt path, wandering farther away from home than he had ever been. Where it led to he was not sure but it was all a part of the adventure.
Five nights and six days he walked, only taking small breaks to write down interesting things he saw. Strange colored flowers, unknown creatures with electric blue wings, and tall trees dotted with purple spots.
As the journey crawled on, the land around Theodore changed. An odd bright yellow color slowly took over, twisting trees, plants and animals into a strange vairy of different shades of yellow. Blinding neon yellow flowers, warm yellow trees, soft light, yellow grass.
The answer explaining why this yellow land existed soon became clear when Theodore discovered a small village all themed around different shades of yellow. Yellow-stained windows, yellow-colored bricks which houses were built from, yellow-painted doors, and so much more which overwhelmed Theodore.
The presence of his arrival didn’t go unnoticed by the villagers. A moment later a small crowd surrounded Theodore. Hushed voices whispered, “He must be new, why look at the colors he wears. He is not from around here.”
Suddenly, a larger possum, his body encased with iron armour, shoved through the crowd, reaching Theodore and loudly shouting, “He is the chosen one! The one our gods of yellow spoke of!”
Whatever God and their story this possum rambled about, was not one Theofore knew of. He tried to protest, clearly stating he was not this magical creature and he was just a regular possum, hungry for knowledge of unknown things. His words hit a brick wall and had no effect.
The metal amour possum, followed by a crowd, dragged Theodore over to two royal guards. He also told them, “He is the chosen one! Our gods of yellow have blessed us!”
“Now I’m pretty sure you are wrong,” Theodore whispered, trying to squeeze his way out of the crowd but he couldn’t. Not with thirty possums stacked against each other like stones forming a secure wall.
Two guards escorted Theodore to a castle carved from yellowstone. They placed Theodore before their king, a possum fitted with robes of golden silk and a wand also made from yellow wood with a yellow jewel fitted on top.
“The chosen one has arrived,” The guard announced and gently pushed Theodore forward.
The kind observed the unknown possum standing before him. For the story passed down from the gods who built the village stated a stranger from far away lands will arrive one day and when placed by the magic of yellow will reveal the power held by the chosen one.
The king waved his wand. A light stream of yellow magic flowed and engulfed Theodore.
“For you are the chosen one, decided by the gods of yellow.” The king announced, bowing before Theodore who was transformed into a blinding dazzle of yellow, the physical magical being created by the mythical deities of yellow.
And so Theodore became the god of yellow, ruling over the Merrygold kingdom and living a golden life.
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