A Place So Special

Rhys was going on an escape with his friends. But his friends quitted early in a hike and left him by himself. But they could have gotten a chance to see A Place So Special. WARNING: THIS IS NOT TRUE

A PLACE SO SPECIAL

Date: 1940, June 20

Hello, I am Rhys.

I am writing in this diary, something so beautiful, something so special I saw in a hike.

Since the world war started, this year, me and two of my friends, Kar and Offa went on a boat to escape the UK as the Nazis were attacking and bombing our country. We used our maps, compasses, astrolabes and quadrants to escape. We reached South Africa and stayed there for a few days. We started talking to each other. Offa asked me, "Should we also go through the Cape Of Storms?" I said "What?" Kar said to Offa "It has changed. Cape Of Good Hope." I froze; I didn't want to go on a risky ride. But both of them seemed to be agreeing. So, I agreed with fright. "Oh, come on, it will be fun." Kar said. But I knew it was no fun.

The next day, we sat on the boat and said our byes to Africa. We sailed Eastwards. It was night, and we were tired, so we decided to sleep in the boat. I woke up in the night and was terrified. There was a Terrible storm. I woke my friends up. The storm came closer, and closer. We held our food and water supply and other stuff quick. We carried our maps, quadrants, astrolabes and compasses. I looked at the map, and realized Africa was a mile away. But it was too late. Our boat and us got in the storm. Then we didn't know what happened next but we either fainted or blacked out.

I woke up next morning, with my friends staring at me. I saw them fixing the boat. "It's fine Rhys." Offa said. "We can leave whenever we want." I said to them, "Theres this mountain I see, and there are tigers nearby, I can see it from those plateaus. Why shall we not chop some wood and build a house on high elevations?"

They agreed. So, we took our axes and took wood on top of the mountain. We started our hike, and they made me go first. But suddenly, I realized my friends were no longer behind me. They were sitting in my boat and took all items! They left me! They are not true friends! They tried to kill me! So, I hiked upwards and restlessly built my house for the night.

I took some berries nearby as they were the only food sources. And I ate them.

The next day, I hiked upwards to find more food and any coconuts or lakes. But when I reached the peak, I saw a glorious view! There was a snow mountain with lava coming out, a city brown and white filled with moss and cherry, ebony, mahogany trees with a river flowing. There were many chickens and goats for meat. But I don't know if I will return to UK again. I have navigation though.

REVENGE SERVED

Date: 1948, September 16

I am back to my country! I had to build a boat out of wood and make nails from the iron I mined in a cave I found. It was a lot of pain. I lived in the city. The tigers would come to drink water, so I had to stay in high places, and the food was decreasing. I somehow reached UK by going to South Africa and then sailing back to UK. I went back home and saw my wife who was alive and told her everything. I asked her where my friends were. She said, "Honey, they were sent to jail because of killing people, even they killed their own friends." I was shocked. It would have been a bad ending for me if I went back with them. I am lucky!

Author's Note

No children can read as it contains violence.

Reviews

[Jeyanthi]

Very good narration... we think surviving the storm is the biggest thing and then surviving the less habitat place then it becomes the trust is the biggest thing of the survival...

[Martiya Daman]

Thanks for reading Jeyanti!

[Soren]

It seems that the moral to the story is that trust can beget deceit and that good triumphs over bad despite it taking its time to do so. Nicely written

[Martiya Daman]

Thanks Soren!