Magical Adventure Short Story

One day, before the daily process of waiting for dinner at home, Ozzy and Brian were walking home from school. Usually, these precious moment were spent reflecting on the events of the day. However, today was different; today was the day that they had an idea for a short story about their favorite topic: magical adventures. The brothers arrived home five minutes later than usual and they immediately went to their rooms to elaborate on their made up story.

On a spring morning in Slisi (the fake world of Ozzy and Brian’s imagination.) The homely Ozzy and his wise brother, Brian go to a marketplace lodge, where they are scouting for an adventure of massive proportions. The rowdy crowd inside the lodge, as loud as they may be, was very considerate

But the Black Swordsman of Slisi is not so easily daunted. “There seems to be only one possible way of settling this dispute. A race of sorts. The first person to reach the top of Mount Acanne, will be considered to be the winner of the dispute.” Zohar said with a deep growl that casted fear on the remaining members of the lodge. Ozzy and Brian are completely shocked to see the King of Mischief and the Black Swordsman of Slisi resolve an argument in such a childish manner, even more so the fact that the solution is a race to the most dangerous place in the land.

Once all the preparations were made, Ozzy, Brian, Claude, and Zohar lined up outside the lodge to begin the race. “ Ready, Set,G---” Claude started, but was interrupted by Zohar.”GOOO!!!”
All of the runners blasted out of the ruins of the lodge and separated from each other to reach the top of their dangerous goal. Brian and Ozzy stayed together because they were best friends and knew that they needed each

Brian thought that this might be a good idea to try. Summoning up all his courage, Brian walked up as composed as possible, despite the fact that he was scared out of his mind at the mere look of the guards’ faces. He approached the guards of the town gates and, trying to sound as undaunted as possible, asked for safe passage into the city. “ Well,well, well, what do we have ‘ere?” One beefy guard smirked at the sight of the seemingly miniscule Brian. Upon hearing the story, the guards looked at Brian as if he had a mushroom growing out of his head. Almost immediately, Brian found himself back with the now asleep Ozzy. He was getting pretty tired himself so he lied down on the floor next to his friend and hoped they didn’t freeze to