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Grotte-Personal Narrative

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As I lay on my back I watched the leaves dance in the wind. I’ve lived in this grotto for years now, that I have forgotten what the outside world looks like. To others this place would look like a sanctuary with gorgeous green trees with fruits of every kind, vibrant coloured flowers, soft green grass and a sparkling lake, but to me this is prison cell that I can’t escape. Mountain high walls cage me in, making everything feel tiny and crushing any hope of freedom. I never knew how I got here. All I know is that went to sleep and woke up with giant walls surrounding my lake. I grab an apple from a nearby tree before I walk over to the left side of the grotto. As I near I sense that something is off. I look around trying to see if anything is different and sure enough there is one tree whose leaves have started to brown and fall off. This couldn’t be right. I definitely know I visited this side of the grotto two days ago and all the trees, including this one, where all starting to grow. I don’t understand, I look after all the plant life here in the grotto as best I can, by watering a bit with my lake, even though it makes me a bit weaker. I walk back to my lake wondering how on Earth this could have happened. “ Is one of your poor trees dying? What a shame it was very beautiful, but I …show more content…

How did you get in here? How did you know about the tree? And what did you mean its beauty is yours?” I question while I search for where the voice is coming from. “ You know who I am, Nevaeh, and I had a little help from a magical friend of mine and, for your tree, it was me that poisoned it.” The voice replies. The voice seems familiar; I’ve definitely heard it before, but where? Suddenly it clicks. It’s Calisto, they say she is the most beautiful girl in my village, well that’s what I last heard before I was trapped here. “ I know it’s you Calisto”, I yell out, as I turn around in circles trying to find her, “and you still haven’t answered one of my

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