Peter and the Azzip Woods

Peter and the Azzip Woods

Have you ever thought someone did something wrong when they didn't? Well that's exactly what happened to Peter. Peter lived in the land of Azzip. Peter had brown hair, brown eyes, and was very short and skinny. He wore a red tunic and grey boots. His father owned a special possession passed down from generation to generation in his family. It was a special hat that allowed its wearer to cast amazing magical spells. Peter only knew how to turn water into ice and summon a flock of roosters. The special hat, called the Wizard Hat, was blue with several stars on it. It could freeze time, teleport people, and summon a dragon. The Wizard Hat was passed down to the next man in a family when he turned 15. Peter had just turned 15 and his father was about to give him the Wizard Hat. He was very eager about getting the hat. An 18-year old named Patrick recently started bullying him about him being short and skinny. Patrick was really tall and slightly overweight. He had a small beard, and black hair. He dressed in a leather vest, leather shorts, and some leather boots. Patrick also stole some of Peter's rocks out of his rock collection. Peter wanted to get them back by teleporting into Patrick's house and snatching them while Patrick wasn't looking.
"Do you swear to treat this hat with respect, solitude, and never let it fall into the wrong hands?" asked Peter's father.
"I do." replied Peter.
"I bestow upon you the Wizard Hat." said Peter's dad.
"Cool!" exclaimed Peter. "I mean, thank you, father." Peter put on the Wizard Hat. It was definitely larger than his head, but once he put it on, it shrunk to fit his head perfectly. He played with that hat all day, flying around, making it snow and using telepathy to talk to animals. He was having so much fun he forgot to get his rocks back from Patrick. The next morning, the hat was gone.
"Oh, no!" cried Peter. "Father's going to be as angry as a tiger!" Peter didn't know what to do. He didn't know where he put it. He couldn't remember much of last night. Suddenly, Peter realized something.
"Patrick must've stolen it!" cried Peter. Peter's father walked into his room after hearing the noise.
"Stolen what?" asked his father.
"Um…" mumbled Peter. "Another rock!" he lied.
"Whatever." said his father as he left.
Peter decided to go all the way to Patrick's house and get it back. He climbed out the window so his parents wouldn't see him. He knew Patrick lived on the other side of the Azzip Woods. Peter got his father's old wooden sword out of the woodshed. He knew there were monsters in the forest. He had to hurry before Patrick used the Wizard Hat for something evil. He headed into the Azzip Woods. About one hour into the woods, Peter heard something in the bushes. It growled. Peter held the sword towards the bush. Suddenly, a Rebumuck jumped out of the bushes. Rebumucks are small, green creatures with brown arms and legs. They look kind of like miniature trees. They have hair around their face like a beard. They are very hostile. One bite from them can badly poison a victim and possibly result in death. Rebumucks have a brown tail with a green, bushy lump at the end. Their heart is in that lump. The only way to kill them is by cutting off their tail. Peter tried to get behind the Rebumuck, but it just turned around and lunged at Peter. Peter quickly jumped over the Rebumuck and tried to hit its tail. Unfortunately, he missed, and his wooden sword broke from hitting the ground. Peter didn't know what to do. He could try a spell, but all he knew was how to turn water into ice and how to summon roosters. He didn't have a choice though. It was try or die.

"Obstacles and boosters,
The blue sea and the green land,
I summon a fleet of loyal roosters
To fight at my command!"

Hundreds of roosters swooped down from above. The Rebumuck wasn't affected by them at all, but he couldn't see Peter too well with all the roosters in front of him, so Peter escaped. Peter, however, became lost within five minutes.
"Why didn't I bring a map?" he thought. He approached a river. The bridge was broken.
"I'll just turn it to ice." said Peter.

"From colder to hotter, From evil to–" Peter was interrupted by a growl. "Not another Rebumuck…" thought Peter. It was not a Rebumuck. It was worse. A goblin with a club jumped out of the river and grabbed Peter by the throat. It wore a cape and loin cloth made of animal skin and a necklace of rocks and teeth. It was very big and muscular, and was a mucus shade of green. Its breath smelled like a wet dog.
"Oh, it hard holding  breath under water for hour." said the goblin. "But me has lunch now." Peter struggled, but couldn't move. But then he had an idea.
"Wait," muttered Peter. It was hard to speak with the goblins hand squishing his throat.
"What is it, lunch?" asked the Goblin.
"I'm an evil sorcerer." said Peter. "If you eat me, you'll be cursed."
"But me hungry."
"I know where there's a whole town of people!" said Peter. "That river goes straight to a town with thousands of people!
"Oh, really?" said the goblin.
"Yup!" said Peter. "You'll have to swim to get there."
"Oh, okay." said the goblin. The goblin jumped in the river and swam away. Peter started to chant the spell.
"From colder to hotter,
From evil to nice,
Make this water
Turn into ice!"

The river started flowing slower and getting harder to see through. When it stopped flowing, it was solid ice. Peter walked over to where the goblin had swum. He was frozen halfway through the ice.
"S-s-s-s-s-o-o-o-o… …c-c-c-c-c-c-c-c-o-o-o-o-l-l-l-d-d-d-d…" muttered the goblin. Peter grabbed the club from his hand, still above the ice. He kept on going through the woods. He encountered some more Rebumucks but managed to knock them aside with his club.  
Finally, Peter exited the woods and reached Patrick's house. He busted Patrick's door open with the club.
"Whaddaya want shrimp, did ya get skinnier?" mocked Patrick. After not eating for a few days, Peter was a bit skinnier than usual.
"I want my hat back." said Peter.
"I didn't take no hat!" exclaimed Patrick.
"Sure ya didn't." replied Peter sarcastically. "Then I guess some ghost took my hat!"
"Dude, seriously, I swear I didn't take your hat." insisted Patrick. "You did come pretty far so I'll give you your pointless pebbles back." Patrick gave Peter a leather sack with his rocks in it.
"You really didn't take the Wizard Hat?" asked Peter.
"The Wizard Hat!? I'd never steal that!" exclaimed Patrick.
"Gee, I should've never assumed you took it just because you took my rocks." added Peter. "But then, where is it?" asked Peter.
"I told ya, I have no clue." said Patrick. "If ya lost a hat that valuable though, you outta tell your parents."
"I guess you're right." added Peter sadly.
Peter followed the trail he made to Patrick's house back home. He knocked on the door of his house. His father answered.
"Peter is that you?" his dad asked. "Oh, son, we were so worried about you!" Peter's father hugged him so tight he couldn't breathe.
"Dad?" Peter nervously mumbled. "I kinda… sorta… lost the hat." Peter sadly stated.
"You mean this one?" Peter's dad asked as he held out the Wizard Hat.
"Huh?" Peter questioned.
"I borrowed it one last time." His father said. "Where were you this whole time?"
"Well…" Peter said, "It's a long story."

~THE END~