By Aanya Jayasuriya - Grade 4 “Welcome to Ithinlym!” Dame Heike smiled, holding out her arms and spinning. “Ah, just look at it! Isn’t it beautiful?” She beamed. Well, it' s a matter of opinion. Cheryl thought. There were clear glass buildings everywhere. The sunlight went straight through. “Well, it certainly is pretty, but-” Ardoch started, but then Lord Bonas interrupted. “Where’s the privacy, Heike?” “What? Do you mean that you haven’t been to Ithinlym before? I thought

By Aanya Jayasuriya - Grade 4 BONG! BONG! BONG! The town of Arcstead (also known as the capital of magic) woke to clear blue skies without a cloud in sight. Shopping stalls opened their shutters, townspeople threw open the windows, and Cheryl Sinclair was sleeping peacefully in the Arcstead library. “Could everybody please gather in the town square for a few important updates? Thank you for your co-operation.” A light, melodic voice blared from the speakers positioned at t