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Element Masters







             hErE once were element masters   at the top when suddenly a strong wind   take the risk?”. “yes”, the Ice Master replied.
             on Earth but one couldn’t control   came flying in at him. he pushed himself   So the master cast a spell on him and
        This powers. It was the Ice Master,   harder than he ever had before and got up   melted the Ice Master but only to the point
        wherever he wandered winter followed. he   to the top. Then the Ice Master said, “Can   that he could control his powers.
        was the only one that couldn’t control his   you teach me how to control my powers?”
        powers and he was misunderstood a lot.  “yes and I used to have a job and it was a   So then he wandered off feeling bright and
                                            doctor”, the master answered. “Show me   happy to show people that he wasn’t a bad
        One day he wanted to control his powers   your ice blast”, the master asked.  person after all.
        so that people wouldn’t treat him bad. So
        he set off on a journey to see the elemental   So the Ice Master shot two snow flakes   By Matthew Schembri
        master of all elements. he started off slow   from his hands out to the sea. “Wow that’s   Year 5, St Luke’s Primary School
        then he ran as if he was racing a cheetah.  cold”, the master paused. The Ice Master           LALOR – VIC.
                                            thought all was lost but then the master          Teacher: Miss Angelucci
        As he ran he noticed people staying inside   said, “I know a solution but it’s risky. It
        shivering with fright. he was soon almost   could kill you, are you sure you want to


        “You are the chosen one”





          MAgINE if these are the first                                              more than harmless baby toys, the
          words you ever hear, the first                                              fire having no impact on my infant
        Iwords that someone speaks                                                    body.
        to you and the first words that
        enter your ears and deep into                                                 The nurses called paramedics
        your brain, like thick, wispy                                                   and the fire brigade, but I
        smoke. Imagine if the first                                                      was completely unharmed. I
        thing you ever remember                                                          watched lots and lots of people
        is as an infant, lying in the                                                    look over into my bed to take
        hospital bed, with a tall, wise                                                  another look at the miracle
        and mystical person looming                                                     ‘fire baby.’ I heard the nurses
        over you, looking deep into                                                     ring every News station on the
        your eyes and even further into                                                 platform to come to the hospital
        your soul.                                                                      to made reports on me. But just
                                                                                       as the News cars pulled into the
        This was me. 4 days old, a baby girl                                               car-park, the mysterious
        named Phoenix, different                                                              figure came to my bed.
        from the start. Firstly, I
        was born with a huge                                                                      “you are the chosen
        head of fiery red curls.                                                                  one.”
        There wasn’t just a little string of hair. It was   Okay, maybe it wasn’t that dramatic.
        fully-grown, bright red locks that billowed   But  I  like  to  picture  it  that  way.  My   That was all he said. Five words that he
        down to my tiny shoulders. Secondly, my   parents cradle me, with my frizzy hair   uttered under his breath, but five words
        eyes are different. Not a colour with a black   and glistening eyes, and they gently lay me   that I heard, and even as a tiny baby, I
        centre at all. In fact, it was the opposite. My   into my soft bed, smiling down at me, and   somehow understood. I understood that I
        eye colour was a dark, dark grey, and the   this beautiful – if weird – person that they   wasn’t like the rest, not at all. I was unique.
        specks on my pupils were a burning red.  created, when suddenly the red in my eyes   I was different. But most of all…
                                            starts flickering and the whole bed turns
        But the thing that made me different, that   into a bed of fire. It singes my Mum’s hair   I was dangerous.
        made me separated from the other babies,   and my Dad’s clothes. They run out of the
        that made my parents leave me running,   hospital ward, screaming and yelling that         By Alice Kennedy
        was the strangest, the most curious of all.  their child was the devil.            Year 7, The Geelong College
                                                                                                    GEELONG – VIC.
        As soon as I was laid in the cot, the sheets   All the while I lie in the fire, playing with   Teacher: Mrs Rhonda Browne
        burst into flames.                  the flames happily as if they were nothing

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