Tolly: Look, I know it's short, but this is just a preview for a story that I may or may not decide to write. I've forgotten the name of the cave that had a portal in it. You know, the one in book #4? Oh well…
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"Hey guys, come look at this!" shouted Irma from inside the cave. The guardians were at the beach and, for once, weren't worrying about saving the world. Although they were less than a hundred feet away from a portal to Metamoor, they were just having fun. It was a short-lived feeling.
Will, Taranee, Hay Lin and Cornelia looked up as Irma ran out of the cave, waving a piece of paper.
"Look!" she said again, handing it to Will. The other girls gathered around to look.
"It's a poem." said Hay Lin.
It read:
My fingers start to tingle and crack
As pure joy arcs through space
Forcing things into life
Stunning tiny quick stars start jumping
And distant thunder rolls in my ears
My power comes to life
It can send huge soldiers through the air
And frighten the small ones
With it racing through me
I can fight and win any battle
Or it can be just a small warning
To those who mess with me.
"But who wrote it?" asked Taranee.
"I don't know," said Irma. "But look at the back."
Will turned the paper over and her eyes widened in shock. Written on the back of the paper was one word: Guardians.
"You found this near the portal?" she asked Irma. Irma nodded.
"Great. Another monster for us to deal with." said Cornelia, put out that her day at the beach had been ruined by this bad news.
"A monster who can write poetry?" asked Hay Lin skeptically.
"Whoever wrote it, we need to find out who they are." said Will.
Tolly: Well, do you want to find out more about this mysterious poet? Tell me, and I'll write it! R&R!
