Dallastown Area High School - Spectator Yearbook (Dallastown, PA)

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He advised him not to be afraid of the many giants who roamed the same path, in that they were on the same journey, though they had begun it earlier. He also told him about the many new creatures he would see. They would look like horri- ble demons initially, but as time went on he would become familiar with them and may even grow to like them. Always, though, he would have friends in the Of- ficcrias dc Guidcncia. who sat in their mystical rooms in that very castle, sur- rounded by various ancient tomes. Brin- sley would also have many experiences that would be totally new to him, yet they would be exciting and romantic. The Sorcerer Senoj ended his speech with a hearty “Good Luck!” and disap- peared from whence he came. After Brin- sley had recovered from his surprise at seeing Senoj appear and vanish like the cvcrblinking light of the firefly, he no- ticed a door at the end of the room oppo- site the passage through which he had en- tered. He opened the door and gazed at a long passageway lighted by flaming tor- ches. Assuming that this had to be the way out of the castle, he walked down it slowly. He reached another door, but this one was large and strong. He opened it quite easily, though, and walked out into the High Kingdom. He gazed in wonder at the mysterious land around him. In front of him was a path paved in gold, and marked with a sign announcing that this was the “Path of Knowledge. Arrows showed him the proper direction to travel. Around the path were great trees with white trunks and bright blue leaves that seemed to reach for the glowing white clouds in the brown sky above. Giants, clothed in an endless myriad of fashions, walked back and forth before him on the path. Most ignored him or glared in cold disdain, but others either gave him a rough push or gently pointed him in the direction indi- cated by the arrows. Taking his fate into his own hands, he started off. Chapter 2 The first days of his journey were long and hard. He kept to the Path of Know- ledge with little difficulty, though many of the giants made staying on the path somewhat risky, sometimes shoving him onto side paths or pushing him backwards. He met others his si C and found that they, too. had gone through the same tun- nel to get to this land. He made friends with some of those his size, and with these friends he shared his meals at the food stops that dotted the path. These food stops were never famous for the quality of their food, but they served their purpose. Along with his friends. Brinsley also faced many of the creatures that Senoj had told him about. There was the many-digited. multi-variablcd algae mon- ster. forever mired in a pond of figures and solutions. There was a very social monster that was actually made up of two halves, one called the sike and the other the soash.

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He was in an underground tunnel, and at one end was a light, which seemed to be a beacon for him. Brinsley admitted to himself that he was afraid, but it seemed that the only thing to do was walk towards that light. He thought about the tunnel, and it seemed to him that it was probably a passageway under the great mountains which bordered his old home, the Middle Kingdom. Then, what lay at the end of this tun- nel, a new, uncharted land? As he was pondering this, the light drew nearer. Finally it was directly above him, and he stood in front of a steep set of stairs. Bravely he climbed them, one at a time. Soon he was at the door of a chamber formed from cold, mossy stone. It was from this chamber that the light emanated. Faltering, he entered the room. The light which had attracted him was created by an ancient candle-lamp which rested on an even older desk made of a deep red mahogany. On this desk and all around the room were scattered millions of papers, deeds, and documents, some rotting with age and mildew and others clearly as fresh as a new morning. Also in the room were many other smaller chairs, and other things whose real shapes were only hinted at in the many dark shadows that swallowed the corners of the chamber. Brinsley felt he had to wait for something, but what? Then, that something appeared amidst a vaporous swirl of ethereal stardust and dusty moonbeams. It was the Great Sorcerer Senoj of the High Kingdom. He was tall, austere, and awe-inspiring in his flowing capes and robes. He welcomed little Brinsley to this new land. “Greetings from the Sublimal Sorccrial Staff of the High Kingdom. I am the Sorcerer Principalia, Senoj. You have entered this land like your brethren for a long journey, a rite of passage that will be filled with in- tertwining joys and sorrows, trials and rewards. Despite the seemingly overwhelming odds against your finding the ultimate goal of your trek, the door to the mythical real world, strive to persevere by continual- ly working hard and by always giving your best effort. In the end, you will know the satisfaction of being able to grasp the handle of that door.” The Great Sorcerer Senoj then explained about the High Kingdom in which Brinsley Dustent was about to wander. He told him that he was now in a large castle which was inhabited by him and his assistants, mak- ing up the Sublimal Sorccrial Staff. This castle rested against the Moun- tains of Ytlucaf. He described the many crisscrossing paths that ran throughout the land often confusing strangers, and how he must stay along one certain path, the Path of Knowledge, and never stray from it c he would be lost for a long while. Continued On Page 8

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Brinsley faced a conjugated rammarg cre- ture as well as the compound mcch mon- ster. Yet he conquered these and others, and stopped referring to them as monsters, but rather as friends, or at least things he could tolerate. Facing these beings was an everyday occurrence, but Brinsley’s trip was especially marked by some over- whelming experiences. He had been along the path for a while now, and was becoming familiar with the daily routine. He was walking along a rather quiet section of the path when he espied a large gathering slightly off the path. He wandered towards it. interested in what might begoing on. The gathering was actually a crowd, rooting for some- thing. They were screaming and yelling wildly. Some members of the crowd were giants, while others were shorter. There were some even shorter than Brinsley. They jumped up and down, patted each other on the back, and shouted loudly, throwing their hands up as they did. Brin- sley squirmed through the crowd, until he got to the edge of it and saw what they were cheering about. It was nothing but a game of some sort. The game was called pcdcglobc. It con- sisted of two teams of uniformed players that fought each other in a most violent fashion for the control of an elliptical ball. Once one team had control of the ball it had the opportunity to score points by for- warding it towards its rival’s goal. It seemed savage and vaguely futile to Brin- sley. but after a while he, too. got caught up in the excitement, with the help of a group of young men and women who car- ried and played certain musical instru- ments with a maximum of volume. After observing the exciting game for a while, Brinsley’s gaze shifted to the boundaries around which the electrified crowd clustered. On both sides of the boundaries were groups of girls, one group wearing the same colors as one team and another group wearing the same colors of the other team. These girls would cheer, dance, and shoot off a large rocket when their team scored. Brinsley looked at each girl, then looked back at the game, but his gaze returned to one of these “rocketeers,” as they were called, in par- ticular. He asked a friend standing near him what her name was. She was called Jubilith Prensley. Brinsley had no idea what had come over him. but he know he had to talk to her immediately. From a- cross the playing field he tried to catch her eye, but the distance made it impossi- ble to know if she was looking at him or not. Summoning up his small reserve of courage (or so he thought), he began to walk over. After several minutes of straining and squirming and dodging to get through the raucous crowd, Brinsley found himself in back of the rocketeers for the High Kingdom squad. Again he tried to make eye contact, but she continued to jump up and down and move about. continued page 24