Balmoral Hall School - Optima Anni Yearbook (Winnipeg, Manitoba Canada)

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crown covering his deep deep blue eyes. The pure velvet cloak with white fur around the edges hung over the most magnificent clothing which seemed to have a picture of land and sea on it. He walked in clamly and firmly and asked where he could find the princess Blue Moon. He was shown to the drawing room where he found Blue Moon. Blue Moon, he said, getting right to the point. I am King Septem, king of the seven seas and seven continents. I am the richest man in the universe and I amquite handsome too. So, will you please marry me? You are the King of the seven seas and continents? You are the richest man in the universe? And you want to marry me? But of course! said King Septem. Why, why, certainly I will! she exclaimed. And so in seven moons King Septem and Blue Moon were to be married Nine million, nine hundred and ninety-nine thousand, nine hundred and ninety-nine people were at the wedding. The church was built just for the wedding and it was the most beautiful church in the world. The ceremony started and King Septem stood in the aisle in all his glory. A hundred bridesmaids filed into the church and took their places neatly. A hundred little page boys filed in behind the bridesmaids. Up by the altar were fifty flowergirls on one side and fifty on the other side. But the best was yet to come. A hush filled the church as Blue Moon stepped in. Her dress was made out of mother of pearls and she had a veil made out of cloud dust and sunshine! Yellow daisies peeked in and out of her hair as she tip-toed down the aisle. She reached the middle of the aisle and King Septem was taking up her arm when all of a sudden a cloud of smoke filled the air. When it was gone everyone was frozen, all except Blue Moon and a strange man clothed in black. Who are you? What are you doing? gasped Blue Moon. Why, Blue Moon, don't tell me you have forgotten me as you have done the others. I am the prince from Strogmesteel. I have come to visit you as my real self, a war1ock! chuckled the strange warlock prince. So why must you complain? I have turned down others because of my great beauty. So why should you complain and make such a fuss? I have found my equal and it is he whom I shall marry. Blue Moon cried, pointing to King Septem. So, leave! ' You seem to forget that I am a warlock. All you care about is your beauty. And it is true, I have never seen such beauty in all my life. So save your beauty I will, but spare your life as a human being I will not. In a second's time he was gone, and when the people in the church unfroze, they did not see Blue Moon, but instead a peacock. Sara Richardson, Grade 'I X W-N-,X . 1 '.,sV '5.M l ffj .r wa ' ..

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PLEA FROM A MADMAN Earth, 21st Century I pray that you, whoever you are, will have found this in time to save the world. I hope that you will be able to understand what I'm trying to tell you, for it is imperative that you realize what is happening about you. You, who are reading this, are perhaps the only one who can do anything to save the human race, for you will have the knowledge to do something. I can only pray that it is not too late. I have been passing my time Qfor how long I couldn't begin to imagine, perhaps a few years, maybe moreg I have no conception of time herej in confinement, away from all human contact. My captors guard me through automation. I have very little personal contact with others and I assure you, they are not human in any sense of the word. My world consists of four whitewashed walls. A machine wakes me up. A machine brings me my food. A machine brings me liter- ature to occupy my long lonely hours. A machine simulates night by switching off the lights, presumably at the same time every night, not a second sooner, nor a second later. A camera surveys me every minute of the day and an infra red camera observes me at night. I cannot recall the number of times that I have attempted to write this warning. Each time my efforts have been in vain. My captors have found them everytime, but they continue with the charade that they do not realize what I am doing. Then just when I feel sure that I have succeeded they find it and take it away. After they have a good laugh over it, they burn it and return the ashes to torment me. At last I have succeeded in concealing my efforts from them. They will find no evidence of its existence. The truth will be heard through you and the world will no longer be ignorant of the enemy's threatening power. My name is of no consequence, as you would probably have no previous knowledge of it, but I once worked for our enemy. I was their puppet and did as they wished. I built their bombsg tested their equipmentg designed their defense systemsg launched their rocketsg and helped them grow in strength and power. Almost too late I realized what was happening. I went over all the data that was taken during all those underground nuclear tests. The contamin- ation is building up under the earth's crust, seeping into its faults and cracks. Unless somethingis done it will kill millions, including their own people. And why? Merely as proof of their power. They were so overpowered by the necessity to prove their strength that they gave no thought of its aftermath. I could not allow myself to be an instrument in the death of millions of people. 1 I tried expressing my dissent, but was quickly and efficiently suppressed. Desperately I crept into the hidden complex one Q night and tried to sabotage those ungodly death machines. Regrettably I was stopped before I could do much damage. Immediately I was labeled as insane and my presence was eliminated by throwing me into this god-forsaken hell-hole. V' They easily find ways of quickly disposing of anyone who will not conform to their authoritarian ways. I I assure you that I am not insane, and I feel that my testimony is proof of my sanity. Your enemy is the same one ' that put me here. They are crafty, beware! They have spread throughout the earth like an undetectable plague. Your enemy may pretend to be your friendg again, beware. They have brainwashed the world into thinking that they are friendly and that their ways are the best. And yet, they conceal so much from us. While they profess to giving under- developed countries freedom if they submit to their power and join the enemy's nation, their own people live in bondage. They are unable to express freely what their beliefs are. I am not merely using you as a tool in my revenge against them. You must believe me and in what I say. My y I enemy is your enemy, is our enemy. Take it upon yourself to inform and warn our fellow human beings, for again I . say that they are not human like us, they have no feelings, only an unquenchable lust for power. They have, and still I are trying to fill us with delusions of their good intentions. They are brainwashing everyone into believing that they are the best power to rule, and they are succeeding! They promise peace, and yet only through a complete take over of the world can this ultimate peace be obtained. Their complete control is imminent unless we, you, can do something. E There is no room for individualism in their worldg no time for emotions. They hope to gain perfect control of the en- I vironment, as well as the people, to sustain only the important lives. Soon they will start selecting those who they see fit to continue livingg those who will submit willingly to their power. You must rebel now while you have a chance, I while they are still a small nation. K