he Tale of the Trolls: The birth of the beginning by Jon Agard, age eleven

Prologue:
A starship soared through the blackened space, leaving a trail of roaring fire to dissolve. In a split second peaceful flying turned into complete chaos. Beep, beep, beep, the siren blared. The pilot ran into the sleeping hanger and yelled, "Up, up up: Emergency!" We are heading into a black hole! The ship morphed through the vortex, leaving the passengers extremely uncomfortable. The doors were opened, and the three captains piled out. Even in their pain, they were speechless - for there in front of their eyes was a land of intense beauty. They found many amazing things; waterfalls the size of skyscrapers, vast deserts, trees with roots over fifteen miles long. and, to their great surprise, aliens! Thousands of different species of aliens! They could not believe what they had finally found: life!

The aliens made friends with the men, and they all learned great things. The aliens taught them their language and ways, and the men taught them their technology. Soon a whole new world was born.

The three captains that landed the ship were named  Harold Sheridan, Sandoval Sarvis, and Jerry Hellsting. One day the three men were taking a hike, exploring the new land. They walked over a hill. Jerry saw something. There was a giant pit filled with crystals. A huge earthquake happened. One guy fell into the pit. The others asked him if he was alright. "Yeah, I am, he said, as he all of a sudden flew up out of the pit, saying "What the...I'm flying!" The crystals were sources of power. Sarvis said, "We can use this power to take over the universe. Hellsting said, "No, we can use these crystals for good, keep peace among all living beings." Sarvis grabbed a crystal and ran away with it. Hellsting and Sarvis became enemies.


Chapter One:
Five hundred years later an alarm clock rang and danced on a desk. A male in his thirties awoke and scratched his head. He rose out of his bed and checked his calendar. A small sprinkle of rain fell along the streets of Tenochtillen City. The man opened his garage door and hopped on his motorcycle. As John McMurpheen drove along the roads, he swerved around a crazy stoopid, a small creature with a loud voice and a big mouth. A few minutes later, doors were opening and cars started filing onto the streets. The rumbling of John 's motorcycle stopped as he walked into a dreary bar that had a sign that read Parkinson's Pub. A man with a hump on his back bellowed, "Hey, John, how're ya doing?" "Pretty good, a raspy voice replied." "Got a few people who answered your ad," said Rumble the bartender. "Oh, good," said John. "They'll be here soon," said Rumble. "Do you want a drink while you wait?" "I'll have a coffee," replied John.


To be continued...