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Kingdoms of the Lost Prophecy: The diamond of truth (shortened) Chapter An Derlia Veruli Tertulia was one of the worst people in the world. She lived on Vancouver Island. She would take all of your lollies, make you trip by tying your shoelaces together, throw your hat onto the road and heaps more. She was 15 years old, and was the tallest person at her school, reaching up to 2.23 metres /7.3 feet. She had long blond hair, and you could always see her wearing ripped jeans and a reddish-black dress. She had been expelled 43 times, breaking the current world record of 14 in 6 years. Her parents were outraged and were constantly trying to find a solution, but every attempt had failed miserably. ~ One day, precisely on Friday 27 September 2013, when Mr and Mrs Tertulia were walking down the city roads when they saw a skyscraper with a sign reading ‘Evil Children Fixers’. They immediately hastened to the building were they asked for an unbooked appointment. They were immediately put with their best man. “This might be dangerous, Mr T. Are you sure you want to risk it?” “Please do whatever you can, Mr..” “Call me Tefla.” Answered the worker. Little did they know that ...

Chapter Twain* When Mr, Mrs and Derlia Tertulia got home, Tefla was already inside, which was suspicious, because the door was locked. Derlia went upstairs, noticed Tefla, shrieked and ran to her room as fast as she could. She tried to ask her parents, but they changed the subject every time. ~ The next day, when Derlia woke up, she saw Tefla’s big, beady eyes staring at her. She screamed. “Don’t be afraid” hoarsely croaked Tefla, followed by Derlia’s “WHO ARE YOU AND WHAT ARE YOU DOING WITH ME, YOU INTRUDER?????” Tefla grinned evilly. “That’s for me to know and you to wonder about it.” And with that, he lifted her up, carried her to the door he had made and threw her inside. The door disappeared momentarily. *old fashioned word for two. When Derlia looked around, she saw that she was sitting on a floating tawny-brown rock next to a cliff, she could see her reflection in the crocodile-green sky; next to her was a black cage with a fern-green goblin inside, his ears were exceptionally long, they poked out the sides of the enclosure. The goblin asked if Derlia could pick the lock on the cage, which she was exceptionally talented at, so she did. It was actually a Eary ...

Chapter1 Derlia Veruli Tertulia was one of the worst people in the world. She lived on Vancouver Island. She would take all of your lollies, make you trip by tying your shoelaces together, throw your hat onto the road and heaps more. She was 15 years old, and was the tallest person at her school, reaching up to 2.23 metres /7.3 feet. She had long blond hair, and you could always see her wearing ripped jeans and a reddish-black dress. She had been expelled 43 times, breaking the current world record of 14 in 6 years. Her parents were outraged and were constantly trying to find a solution, but every attempt had failed miserably. One day, precisely on Friday 27 September 2013, when Mr and Mrs Tertulia were walking down the city roads when they saw a skyscraper with a sign reading ‘Evil Children Fixers’. They immediately hastened to the building were they asked for an unbooked appointment. They were immediately put with their best man. Chapter1 Derlia Veruli Tertulia was one of the worst people in the world. She lived on Vancouver Island. She would take all of your lollies, make you trip by tying your shoelaces together, throw your hat onto the road and heaps more. She was ...

Chapter 3 “Hand over the wand!” ordered Aunt Georgia. The whole neighbourhood had figured out the whole “evil neighbours” thing and were currently standing in my front yard. It was 20 v 3, so they were powerless (sort of). “NEVER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” protested Skulldeath, roaring louder than 20 speakers on full volume. “We’ll call the cops! NOW HAND OVER THE WAND!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” Skulldeath moaned. He threw his wand over to Aunt Georgia. I really couldn’t believe this got solved so quickly…… CRRRRRRASHHHHHHHHHHH! The wand smacked into the ground and snapped from the impact! Suddenly, purple electricity started coming out of the insides.(Dramatic music) “Uh- oh! RUN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” Aunt Georgia screamed. “RUN FOR YOUR LIFE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” Suddenly, the sky went pitch black. Towering violet flames rose out of the ground. I bolted away from the fire. As I ran for my life, I realized that the flames were burning away the ground!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I dashed away even faster. The blazes were starting to crawl out of my house and onto the street. Buildings, lawns, cars, ...

Chapter 2 Part I Believe me, yelling in front of three wizard assassins when you’re trying to hide is about the most stupid thing anyone has ever done in the whole dimension. Unfortunately, I didn’t know that right then. “KILL HIM! HE CANNOT GIVE AWAY OUR SECRETS!” yelled an outraged Skulldeath. “I HAVE CAUSED MAYHEM FOR NINETEEN MILLION YEARS, DESTROYED FIFTY-NINE THOUSAND PLANETS! A LITTLE BOY CANNOT STOP ME!” Skulldeath was roaring so loud, I think you could hear it from outer space! I have to tell Mum and Dad, I thought. But as soon as I started running, Skulldeath had already noticed. “Oh no, you don’t! Duratus feet!” As soon as the words left his mouth, I felt as though my feet were rooted to the spot. “ Now, for some fun.” sniggered Skulldeath. “Apolyo tiger!” There was a long, blinding, red flash of light. The air became foggy. As it cleared, I saw a giant tiger charging straight for me! “HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEELLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLP!” I screamed. None came. The tiger was getting closer, closer. I could smell the blood on its fangs. Goodbye, Aunt Georgia! Goodbye, Mum! Goodbye, Dad! Goodbye, Tommy (even though I always despised you) ...

Chapter 1 Part I Hello. My name’s Charlie Harold Veilay. I am 10. I live on 379 Leyle Lane, Camellia Ville. It’s not exactly the best street. For example, kookaburras are always chattering at about 190 decibels. The solution? Earmuffs. But that’s not all. The scorching, boiling sun is always shining, making it physically impossible to go outside without getting skin cancer. And I’ve been lectured by Mum about it 65 septillion times. We also always have to park our turquoise Toyota really, really far away and trudge back home. This is strange, considering that about 80% of the houses are on sale, but after all, we do have a gargantuan store. We only have about 70 houses not for sale on our street, and l know 2 of their inhabitants. First, there’s Aunt Georgia, on 381 Leyle Lane. She’s a black haired, kind, forgiving person in her mid 40’s. The only weird (And not the only good) thing about her is that she gives free muffins to everyone on the street on Saturday afternoons. Then, There’s Paul, a bald, red-nosed, 67-year old couch potato from 380 Leyle Lane. He watches news 24/7 (Seriously, can’t they make more kid shows ?). Here are all of his eccentricities: • Hates ...