Saturday, 9 December 2017

The Eye of the Tiger by Clara

We were trapped. The tiger was blocking our escape. Harvey was trying to distract it, but there was no point. I sank to the floor, wishing we had never gone looking for the mystical treasure of Zirifion. It turned out that the treasure was the tiger. Apparently, every day, the tiger would lie down and create a diamond, life-sized version of it. Suddenly, I felt a surge of power. I cried, "Harvey, get away!" Charging towards the tiger, I shoved it to the side, grabbed Harvey's hand, and knocked open the door. The sunlight had never felt so amazingly rejuvenating.

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