Personal Narrative-The Mystery Of The Faerie Rings
Before you begin reading this -for lack of a better word- diary, you must understand the enormous danger you are undertaking. I, Nickolaus Alair Machiavelli III, am in no way liable for any injuries, or in the more likely case, fatalities that may follow.
Now, look here, youngster. (Indeed, my conclusion is that you are under the age of twenty years seeing as how children and teens have a distinct talent for getting into things that do not concern them AT ALL. Nevertheless, there is a chance I am incorrect, so spare me the hassle.) No matter what, you must swear. Swear it on your life, for that is indeed what is at stake.
SWEAR YOU WILL NEVER, I repeat, NEVER CROSS THE BOUNDS OF A FAERIE RING.
SWEAR IT.
Have you sworn so yet? I hope so, because …show more content…
"Let's leave and think this out a while before she comes up here."
"Good idea,"agreed I, grabbing a few books from out sparsely furnished room and setting out.
Lysander grabbed his newest favorite, a thick black book bound in leather. The title read "The Mystery of the Faerie Rings".
At the time, I rolled my eyes at such silly nonsense, but now I shudder at the very thought of such a thing.
We hurried down the narrow, creaking stairs of the lodging house as silently as possible, each fiercely hoping Mrs. Hooper had been out at the time of the accident.
Lucky for us, we were able to find our exit speedily, and without any sight of Mrs. Hooper. Moreover, it seemed that most of the other lodgers had been out at the time as well. Perhaps we could ask of them a small favor.
A soft, low breath of relief flowed from my companion's lips as we began walking the stone streets. "Now that was incredibly fortunate."
I glanced sideways at Lysander, who clutches only the one book against his chest.
He really should be studying, I think to myself. I then begin to chide myself. It is not my job to schedule my friend's studies. He really shouldn't stuff his head with that silliness,
Now, look here, youngster. (Indeed, my conclusion is that you are under the age of twenty years seeing as how children and teens have a distinct talent for getting into things that do not concern them AT ALL. Nevertheless, there is a chance I am incorrect, so spare me the hassle.) No matter what, you must swear. Swear it on your life, for that is indeed what is at stake.
SWEAR YOU WILL NEVER, I repeat, NEVER CROSS THE BOUNDS OF A FAERIE RING.
SWEAR IT.
Have you sworn so yet? I hope so, because …show more content…
"Let's leave and think this out a while before she comes up here."
"Good idea,"agreed I, grabbing a few books from out sparsely furnished room and setting out.
Lysander grabbed his newest favorite, a thick black book bound in leather. The title read "The Mystery of the Faerie Rings".
At the time, I rolled my eyes at such silly nonsense, but now I shudder at the very thought of such a thing.
We hurried down the narrow, creaking stairs of the lodging house as silently as possible, each fiercely hoping Mrs. Hooper had been out at the time of the accident.
Lucky for us, we were able to find our exit speedily, and without any sight of Mrs. Hooper. Moreover, it seemed that most of the other lodgers had been out at the time as well. Perhaps we could ask of them a small favor.
A soft, low breath of relief flowed from my companion's lips as we began walking the stone streets. "Now that was incredibly fortunate."
I glanced sideways at Lysander, who clutches only the one book against his chest.
He really should be studying, I think to myself. I then begin to chide myself. It is not my job to schedule my friend's studies. He really shouldn't stuff his head with that silliness,