2003 School Magazine

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ORIGINAL W o R K S

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Pa in tin g Yr 8 Woolcock Lauren Baker, Antonia Morris, C!emence de Cosse-Brissac, Peta Masters Constance Huang, An 99elina Kwan, Sherlyn Hii. 158bel Brown

Sculptu re Laura Craig 11 Grimth

The Secret of N's vra it would have been a pleasantjourney under different circumstances. Clad onlyin a dress of coarse brown c ot an a c o y set off for the castle in search of her friend, the witch woman Shkrinzer. The Riders had captured the kin y witc an e As a practitioner of the good arts, Shkrinzer, the old woman, had always been a target for the Riders an t elf associa I y. neighbours wept as they recalled the pitiful sight of Shkrinzer, gagged and chained to the Rider's cart, as it trun e o in Hadcraw's Castle. Me 58'5 eyes still ached from Yesterday's tears. Now was the time for action. Mesa too, set off for the castle. The region beyond Morius was wooded with beech trees where light p aye coin or ing Y up crackle of leaves underfoot consoled Me 58 in her plight. BY the end of the first day, Mesa had travelle eyon a a w daunted by the changed scenery, Mesa found the beech trees had given way to a thick conifer orest: to . ar a g. in the strange movements and sounds of this bleak, soulless place Despite danger being ever closer, relief flooded through Mesa when she sighted the warm orange g ow o torc es or I g Veering from the road, Mesa made camp in the front row of trees, pressing herself close into the c I y groun or co Mesa removed a sina I parcel from the pocket of the cloak. She had no spell book to guide her, only t e 1st an memory p ' ' process to her. Cautiously, she swallowed the compound and felt a curious separation take place. She cou ee er o y y' g g ' earth, but she could also sense her mind wandering through the air, almost swimming. Up and over t e cast e wa , s e mind Startled by the Searching the passageways of the castle, she confronted the cruel eves of a guard, his burnis e swor , e a y confrontation, Mesa gasped, before realising that as a mere mental projection, she could neit er e seen nor The effects of the potion would soon wear off; she must concentrate, Methodical Iy, Mesa scanned the passageways, desperate not to waste time must force back the waves of weariness In a gloomy corridor, there was a door studded with jewels and bolted with thick iron screws. Carved into the woo was e wor , " ' I mind could not enter the room; 't must have been enchanted to restrict metaphysical access. That I not in a er, o Shkrinzedr's prison. Why else would it be subject to magical protection? As her body and mind were reunite once more, place where she had drunk the brew, drifting off into an exhausted sleep Waking early, Mesa donned the cloak, and approached the castle, intending to slip unobtrusively t roug t e ga e wi y g Suddenly out of the mist there rose a creature, a short solid animal, slimy and calculating. Long green inger ai fidgeting with a greasy Yellow strand of hair that trailed from its head. As Mesa warily approached, t e wet green sca es g ' in its eves and the foul stench it exuded, repulsed her. Mesa knew the creature meant her no goo .