THE RING – VANESSA RAPSON Where am I? How did I get here? I panickedly asked myself. Everything around me looked like nothing but green. I could hear tweeting birds and I could smell the clean and pure air. The scorching and sizzling sun sunk into my body making my blue eyes slowly close. I started to lie down onto the soft grass but… “HELLO?” An aghast sound yelled from up in the trees. “Who said that?” I rapidly replied. “It is the King of the Jungle” he quietly whispered. “I have never heard of that in my entire-” But then I saw the massive King. He glided down from the top of the trees wearing a gold embroidered robe and a golden crown. His shoes were made of emeralds and his hair was silky soft. His eyes gleamed in the sunlight and they gave off a beautiful ruby colour. I was mesmerized by what I saw. The King kept coming closer and closer to me as I stepped backwards trying to keep space. Eventually, his face was only 2 cm away from mine; he closed his eyes. “You are the chosen one. You are the person I have been waiting for!” The King exclaimed. “Chosen for? What on earth are you talking about? I am extremely honored but I don’t even know where I am.” I answered sinking my shoulders. “Come with me, don’t say a word and look down.” The King demanded. I followed the King and after walking for nearly an hour he told me to look up. My eyes opened and I couldn’t believe what I saw. The azure sky was breathtaking and the trees were as green as emeralds. The birds were soaring like angels; the tigers and lions were sleeping with their cubs. I smiled like I had never before until the King came up to me and said, “You need to go through this jungle, pass the animals, go across the bridge and climb on top of the mountain to get my ring. My jaw dropped to the floor. “Your ring!” I shouted. “Go make another one because I am not grabbing it!” “If you don’t, you will be thrown off the bridge and that will be the end of you.” The King growled. My heart instantly beat faster; I immediately bowed and was on my way… Don’t give up… I started walking and then running and then sprinting through the jungle. Beads of sweat started to trickle down my face and my throat was getting drier and drier. My ankles were getting scratched by the sticks and sharp bushes scattered all over the floor. Don’t give up... 120 | P a g e
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