Jayde, Matthew, and Brandon were standing on the doorstep of the old, abandoned library that stood on the corner of Windsor Rd. They had only been the twice and were still eager to explore. They walked in and straight away, an eerie silence filled the room; if you dropped a pin, it would sound like multiple bells ringing
â€śLetâ€™s go to the back of the room,â€ť suggested Brandon, â€śwe havenâ€™t looked there yetâ€ť
Matthew ran up to a bookshelf with fantasy books and started to rummage through them. From the back of the shelf, he pulled out a crumpled piece of paper that looked like an old map, and an old, rusty compass.
â€śWhat did you find?â€ť asked Brandon.
â€śWhat if itâ€™s a magical map and compass?â€ť wondered Jayde, who was always looking for an adventure to start.
They walked out of the library and headed to the small river that ran behind the block of houses, and sat on the bank. Matthew took out the compass and the map. He looked over the compass, trying to find a name or a date but found nothing. He looked on the back of the map and found a small paragraph that looked like instructions. He started reading them aloud.
When Matthew had finished reading the instructions on the back, a bright flash of light hit them like a wave. When the Jayde, Matthew, and Brandon opened their eyes, they saw something that looked like an opening into the sea. It was all water like and looked like someone had dropped a pebble in the clear water, with the ripples forming the opening.
The portal was appeared so close to them, that they could feel a pulling sensation, the kind of feeling you get on those Vomitron rides. As a matter of fact, it was pulling them in. They were slowing getting sucked inside. Jayde was the first to suddenly disappear and the other two followed. When Matthew felt he was getting closer to the portal, he held onto the map and compass with all his might.
A few seconds later, they found themselves standing in the middle of green, sun-drenched fields, with patches of multicoloured flowers; scarlet sages, Iceland poppies, butterfly weeds and candytufts. They were also surrounded by a thick forest, with tall, bushy trees, through which the sun splintered into tiny fragments and fell to the ground. All around the three teenagers, birds flew from tree to tree, singing their songs. There was no larger animalâ€™s insight, which made the three give a sigh of relief.