Chapter One: In Which Babies Are Born (Don’t You Love Those Sort Of Chapters?)
There was a month before the winter solstice, a time where the whole Silver Snake Kingdom was in chaos. Everyone tried to decipher the sock puppet’s mysterious omen. What did it mean when it said one would try? Try what? And how would one be already dead? Everyone had different theories, but everyone agreed on one thing- the prophecy was bad news. Hopefully it wasn’t as bad as the last prophecy, about the Ice and Fire War.
Prologue (Which You Must NOT Skip, But Certain People Do): In Which A Prophecy Is Spoken
The sock puppet hadn’t spoken in centuries. Ever since it predicted the Kingdom War, it was like it lost its magical powers. It just sat there on the glass table, unmoving in the middle of the ancient temple on the Crumbling Frozen Peak, less like a magical prophetic sock* and more like a piece of old cloth with googly eyes. But the leader of the Silver Snake Kingdom, every sixth month, would make the journey to see it, hoping that it may someday provide the important prophecies it did long ago. But as years went by, it never did, and the sock puppet became like a legend, the journey made simply for the sake of tradition.
By Kaylee C.
Hi! Starting from now, the Media Club website is going to have a Stories page! Feel free to submit your stories, poems, or any other writing pieces to the Creation Station and have them show up here! And to keep you entertained, I'm going to be writing a serial (regular installments of a story). It will be called the Snowflake Chronicles, and I'm going to be posting more sections weekly, so be sure to check in every week! (There might be cliffhangers, weird names, and maybe even a character or two dying.) So enjoy!