Test #5 – The “LOST” Brother Wilfrid Story
The Book Without Words leaves a lot to the reader’s imagination. Here’s where you get to use yours to fill in a blank. You’ve been asked to write a short narrative, a story. Your story should be between 500 and 750 words. Anywhere you can, I want you to incorporate the five senses (to Show not Tell, more examples, and more examples -LoginID:student1000/Password:student).
Refer to any one (or more) of these rubrics to self-assess your story when you think it’s done: Rubric 1, Rubric 2, Rubric 3.
You must be able to show me
- (1) a rough draft that you wrote,
- (2) the fact that someone (other than yourself) proofread it
- (3) a final draft (posted below)
What does every short fiction story have?
- A plot (help on plot 1, help on plot 2, help on plot 3)
- Exposition
- Rising Action
- Climax
- Resolution
- conflict(s)
- setting(s) [help with setting 1, help with setting 2],
- Mood is delivered through the Setting
- character(s)[help with characters 1, help with characters 2]
- Tone is delivered through the Characters
In class you were asked to:
Re-read the monk’s tale (in Chapter 3 Section 16) about The Book Without Words and how the book came to be in Thorston’s possession.
Where do you think Brother Wilfrid spent the intervening years? Imagine.
- Imagine . . . how he must have searched for Thorston,
- Imagine . . . where he must have gone and
- Imagine . . . what he must have had to endure.
Post your story below . . .
You do not have to post comments/discussion on this one.
THIS ASSIGNMENT IS CLOSED. IF YOU HAVE NOT POSTED THIS ON TIME, BUT WOULDLIKE TO SHARE YOUR WORK WITH THE CLASS ANYHOW, POST IT TO THE STUDY HALL.
A cold and windy night, and still i haven’t found Thorston and “The Book Without Words”. Trees as green as supermans kryptonite. Searching for him in the forest busches and thorns cut my arm. Blood oozing from it. Coming to the end of the forest i see many distinct faces. Approaching one of those people i ask if they have seen a boy carrying a book. “Have you seen a boy about 5’2 and very filthy walking around” i asked. “Yeah about ten minutes ago. He walked down that way. He seemed to be in a hurry though. So if I were you and i were trying to catch up then i suggest you start running really fast about now”, said the fashionably yet grouchy man. Proceeding rapidly to catch up, trying to catch my breath i spot thorston getting onto a ship to depart this island. Running as fast as i could reaching to the ship, the ship sailed away. Thorston standing on deck looking down spots me and yells to me “You’ll never catch me” in that snotty tone of his. Noticing there are no more ships sailing, my feet start trodding now know i couldnt get to him. Five days later the ship comes back for another sail across the sea of the island. Seeking for a ride, i spot an open window and squeeze my way through. Not realizing someone was there when i got in. The lady swore not to tell. Sitting down, i realize that my cuts look as though to be getting infected. Cleansing it off and wrapping toilet paper around it to keep it from getting worse or dirty again. Landed,the ship dropped anchor and docked. Not knowing where Thorston was to be found, my mind wandered. Kept in a dark room, eating bugs as breakfast, lunch and dinner. Every so often would i leave to go search for Thorston. Now and then would i feel im getting closer to finding the book and Thorston. Making plans i thought to myself was the best way to go for now, until i can come upon the day when i can retrieve the book from Thorston and have it back in my hands. So for now I will just think and wait for that day to come.
To be continued…
p.3
I was so foolish to trust that Thorston. Heaven only knows what he’s done with the secret gift of eternity. I’ve been sitting here in this dark, empty room for years planning it all out and I think I’ve finally got the perfect plan. It’s time to take action! He lives in an enormous castle just two hundred miles from here. It’s tall, wide, and it’s all black. The lanky trees surround it as if it’s their main source. I’ve had a friend of mine break in to draw a blueprint if the evil dungeon. Day and night, night and day I’ve studied it from the different rooms it contains to every little rat whole. Today I think is the day I save Northumbria!
Okay this is my plan; I’m going to go down to the city where he lives disguised as a wealthy man. Everybody knows that Thorston loves gold and that he’s the greediest person that you could ever encounter so I’ll try to make a deal with him. A little gold for a little magic. There’s no doubt that he’ll accept. I’ll give him a sack of chocolate gold coins in exchange for the magic. Once he pulls out the book for one of the spells I grab the book and head for the get away car. Without the book he has no power. I know without a doubt in the world that this plan will work. But just in case it doesn’t there’s always a plan b. If he doesn’t fall for the whole chocolate gold plan then I’ll hit him where it hurts. Ill go to his servants. I know that they don’t really favor him anyway so I’ll promise them freedom in return of the book. They’ll be so foolish to recognize that I can’t really free them. Wow!!! I’m beginning to act just like Thorston. I guess getting this book has really changed me into a totally different person! I’ve got to go sit down and calm myself down before I end up just like that inhuman beast a.k.a Thorston. Alright I’m all calm. It’s to attack before it’s too late. I hope that he hasn’t eaten the three gold stones for eternal life yet.
I’m outside of the evil castle. I drove around it a couple of times because I was kind of hesitant at first but I think I’m ready now. I’m approaching the building, looking around and very cautious of my surroundings. Well you can’t blame me you have to be alert at all times with Thorston. I knocked on the door one time and no one answered. I could here Thorston’s voice, yelling at one of his servants Odo to go hide the book before he answered the door. Then I knocked again. This time you could hear things fumbling and falling. I was rejoicing inside just thinking about how the book use to feel in my hands its soft leather cover against my hands would just relax my hands lighting the tight grip. As I stood there reminiscing the great times that I’ve had with the book, Thorston answered the door. I did as I planned and just as I had planned he fell right for it! I’m just too smart for Thorston. Well at least I thought I was. Once I got home and opened the book it was Dr. Seuss Green Eggs and Ham!
It had been a week. A week since Brother Wilfrid lost his book. This book was no ordinary book though. It was magic, but could only be read by someone with green eyes. A man named Thorston had stolen it so he could use the book for evil. This very unfortunate event took place in the early afternoon when everyone around Brother Wilfrid’s castle was cleaning. Apparently, Thorston snuck in and disguised himself as a servant. Once he knew no one was watching, he sprung to the book and made a casual exit.
When Brother Wilfrid got the news about the book, you could see in his face that he was very angry, like a fire raging through a forest. His body was stiff and in total shock. He was almost paralyzed thinking about all the terrible things that could happen. Then he finally said “Round the troops, tell them to look everywhere for that book. They will not stop until the book without words is back in my possession.” Once the troops set out on their long search, Brother Wilfrid decided to as well.
Brother Wilfrid searched every corner, every house, every street, even every square inch of the vallies. The book was no where to be found. After a long of looking, Brother Wilfrid set up camp for the night. His supplies was scarce especially the food and water. Also his tent was not very stable and the wind was strong. As Brother Wilfrid was lying in the itchy grass he was shivering , and his teeth were chattering he didn’t get any sleep.
The next day Brother Wilfrid set out to the deserts. The sun’s scorching heat was beating onto his skin and sweat was driping down his face. Breathing heavily, Brother Wilfrid was limping through the thick sand. In just a few moments the wind started to pick up. It seemed that a sand storm was coming. Brother Wilfrid was franticly looking for a safe place. Luckly he found a small vacant cave, he would stay there for the night. Brother Wilfrid went as far deep into the cave as he could to keep away from the storm. Soon after Brother Wilfrid thought to himself “I might as well give up and let my men handle this.” In less then a minute he passed out from egsaution.
When Brother Wilfrid woke up the next morning he knew there was no way he could endure the desert to go back. He also realized that if he didn’t get help soon he would die. He did not know what to do so he just continued to sit there looking at the wall.
Soon Brother Wilfrid thought he heard someone calling his name and there was. A group of his troops had come to save him. So they brought him back to safety. A few days later a young 13 year old girl named Sybil showed up at the castle. She explained to Brother Wilfrid how Thortson was her master and she brought the book back for him. So now all is well in Fulworth.
My world went blurry and the only smell that drowned my nostrils was the reek of a goat. Thorston. That no good little teenage boy whom I trusted just attacked me and ran off with my book! The book that I was trusted to guard! The one with all the spells and secrets that I Brother Wilfrid was responsible for. Evil. As I battled my muscles and tried to regain my strength, a surge of pain shot up my spine. It felt as if a jagged piece of glass was being pushed into my back. I fell back down to the floor. “I need to get up.” I told myself. I forced myself to my knees. I crawled to the nearest tree and pulled myself to my feet. My fingers scraping against the sharp bark, peeling the flesh off the palms of my hands. Struggling to keep my balance I could see Thorston running off in the distance. I could still smell his stench. This made me so angry!! I trusted that little rat, and he betrayed me by stealing my book. I’ll never be able to get over this. “I NEED THAT BOOK.” I yelped. After putting all of my strength into getting up, I gasped for air. I knew I needed to get better in order to find Thorston. I took a step. It was pretty easy. I took another, then another, and then one after. I was walking. I walked to the apothecary’s shop, and bought some medicine and ointment for my bruises. That night, I slept in on a cot in the back of the shop. As I lay, I thought to myself. “No matter how long it takes me, or how hard I try, I MUST find that evil book……… Even if it’s the last thing I do”…….
SOME 50+ YEARS LATER
“I smell him. Goat. The wretch still smells like a bloody goat.” I said. He’s near. “AT LAST!!” for the past 50 some years I have searched for him. I followed the smell. I was standing in front of the old apothecary shop I had visited after Thorston stole the book. I walked inside. It was a small shop with a lot of shelves with potions, books, and glass jars full of different herbs and spices. He wasn’t there, so I left. Then in the distance I saw a rather familiar face. It was Thorston. He had aged a little, but he was still recognizable. “YOU!” I screamed and ran towards him. As soon as he turned around and noticed me he darted in the opposite direction. I chased him for about 5 minutes, and he turned into an alley, and hopped over a gate. I lost him. Frustrated with myself, I punched the wall. Blood trickled down my knuckles. My hand felt as if it would explode. Realizing the pain, I went into a fit of rage. I stormed around the alley knocking over old crates, kicking boxes, and tearing up old newspapers. “Ahhhh!! The one time that I find him after 50 years, I lose him!!! Now I might never get the book back.” My body throbbed with aches and pains. I feel to the floor, in shock, unable to move. What would I do now? What could I do now?
The night was cold the only light was from the sparkling night time skies. A chilly breeze brushed against Brother Wilfrid’s face. The road was hard and rocky but there wasn’t a single sound to be heard. Brother Wilfrid stuck up his nose and got a great big whiff of the air, not one smell of goat. “Saint Elfeda help me” he yelled into the air, causing an echo. Suddenly a giant gasp of wind shook the ground moving the trees in front of him. A little cabin was just around the corner. I bet its Thorston he thought to himself. She quickly ran to the window. He surprisingly found a woman sitting in a rocking chair. He gently knock on the door, looking through the window he could see her house was small which meant she was a widow. “Come in” she replied. As he calmly opened the door. He was greeted with a lovely woman with sparkling green eyes black long silky hair, and an amazing smile. “I’ve been waiting for you” she said anxiously…
“I layed there for about two hours. Hoping for some sort of help because at that time, I felt helpless. After night started to fall and the goat odor started to dim, I saw a white figure glide past my eyes. At first I thought it was my eyesight, fooling me out of desperation. But soon came to realization that Saint Elfleda had heard my pleads and came to help me. The figure flashed before me again, and I hastily got to my feet and looked down the path the Saint Elfleda figure had disappeared down. I followed her trail which lead me back to the small door -from which I came- that brought me back to the monastery.
I inched open the main door to peak outside. Luckily the intense violence had ended after the Viking Raiders thought they had killed every monk on the island. I made my way through the gory scene until the scent of the ocean slithered up my nose. Tied to a tree stump, I found a small, half-buried, hand-carved mukwa wood boat. At that age of my life, I had enough strength to dig up the boat, flip it over, and push it onto the water. I climbed in and pushed off with the oars. The ride was months long. Storms of wind and black clouds overtook me numerous times. My heart beat raced twenty times faster at the thought of a leak forming. Hunger struck me harder than a brick falling with the power of the most dynamic horse. Though the adventure was long, dangerous, frightening, and lonely, Saint Elfleda was there the whole way guiding me to the book.
After the extensive journey over endless seas, I had lost about fifteen pounds of my body weight. I arrived on a what seemed to be barren area of land. I needed a place to rest and something to digest. Saint Elfleda lead me to an abandoned house that was fairly small, but looked surprisingly fresh. I entered the house and found an abundance of cans filled with food. I made camp at that location for about a month until I was energized and my stomach was pleasantly satisfied. I needed to continue on. The white figure flashed before me again. It lead me on and on for how many miles and how many years. It was such a tiring and mind baffling tread, that til’ this day I have such little memory of how long it was and how I even managed toe survive such a task. But getting back hold of the book was such a vitality that my life was a small token to pay.
Eventually, I reached a city known as Fulworth. This city wasn’t exactly the most hospitable of cities, but it was where I needed to be. I walked the streets of Fulworth for quite a bit of time waiting for a lead as to where Thorston could be hiding. That is when I came to pass and apothecary house. Inside an uproar was in the process. I listened, and heard of a strange man being accused of alchemy, who sent a young servant girl somewhere between the ages of eleven to thirteen years of age, to buy odd items. He was in need of a green-eyed child, for he was near death. This strange unknown man was Thorston. I was close, so close, I had made it. But now I needed to find a green-eyed child to help me, get inside, and retrieve the book.
Period 4 .
Brother Wilfrid, a lonely Monk, sat on a Dusty Chair inside. He glared out the Foggy window, pondering about what had happened many years ago. He recalled a 13 year-old boy, Throston. Yes, Thorston was his name. He would never forget that naive, yet smart child. He took the book. The Book without words. Brother Wilfrid just said, “How could I be so foolish?”, to nobody in specific, not to mention he was alone anyways. Thorston, young and small. Passionate about what he did. His Rare love for Goats. Yes, Goats. He was very unique. He remembers the frightening look on his Face. Brother Wilfrid, desperate to find him searched EVERYWHERE. Trust me, I’am not exsaggerating when I say everywhere. He looked and looked, until he found his Home. He inspected it through the outside at first. Then, whenever Throston’s “Slave”, Sybil would go out to do some Mysterious Shopping he would quietly peek in through the windows, and that was the day, The day he spotted The Book without words, laying on an old Cabinet, almost as old at Thorston should be by now. He needed that book. His life would be hell, if he did not get it back. He must get it back. It was a need. The next cold morning, he spotted Sybil, the young 13 year-old girl, going out. What a coincidence. 13 years of age. Was Thorston up to something that Sybil wasn’t aware of? The Monk ofcourse knew already, Thorston needed the Girl’s life to live & Never Die. He had picked the right person. She was a “nobody”, meaning nobody would miss her. Nobody would notice she was gone. Brother Wilfrid quickly approached the girl & begged her to give him the book. The girl, knowing all Master had done for her, knew she couldn’t, No, she knew she Wouldn’t betray him. She just ignored his comments & either went back in or ran away. Brother Wilfrid had no choice, but to prove to Sybil what Throston wa really up to..
TO BE CONTINUED ….
Nightmares. More nightmares. Images of Vikings destroying his homeland and killing his mother mercilessly. Especially, the image of a 13-year-old boy stealing his most prized possession. Thorston. Nightmares.
Brother Wilfrid awoke, sweating immensly, gasping for air. His pupils were so widened, a slim ring of green could only be seen in his eyes. He quickly picked up his head and scanned the narrow city alley in which he had awoke for any movement. He found the area to be completely deserted. Relieved, the monk placed his left hand upon his chest and felt his weak heart beat pulse rapidly. He observed that his heart was getting more frail by the day. He was right.
Wilfrid got up slowly from his resting spot on the alley floor. He quickly snatched his tattered, torn and very dirty coat, the only thing he could call his own, and looked up at the black strip of sky above him. Judging by the position of the moon in the sky, he predicted it to be around four thirty in the morning. His time to get moving. He scanned the vicinity once more, took a deep breath, and the very old monk set off.
Walking through the city’s vacant streets, he thought of what today was. Today was the 73rd anniversary since the book was stolen from him. Seventy-three years of sorrow, misery, and most of all, regret.
Vivid memories flashed before his eyes of what seemed to have occured countless lifetimes ago as he walked down the damp, empty streets. The innocent, unknowing face of the 13-year-old boy Thorston knocking Wilfrid down, stealing the book, and running out of sight before he could recover to his feet. “Greedy, selfish, blind boy!” he remembered shouting. “That book will be the death of you!” He had gone through so much after that. He had nothing now. Seventy-three years ago, he had it all. A nice snug cottage, a lot of food in his belly and the prized possession of his monestary. Everything was lost. He, then, looked into the city’s bakery window. It read, “Cumberton’s City Bakery.” “Cumberton”, he thought to himself, ” I’ve covered some good land.” Cumberton was only two and a half miles from the town of Fulworth. Only Brother Wilfrid didn’t know of Thorston’s position. He wandered aimlessly around, depending only on one incredible stroke of luck. He endured very hot days with no water and food, losing his mind. He was dirty, old, and and very frail. He weighed only ninety-three pounds and most of it was from his colossal head.
Withered, and barely living, Brother Wilfrid stumbled into the town of Fulworth. No hope, no necessities of life, and no sanity, he scanned the streets to try to make sense of things. His eyes widened. Finally, his stroke of luck had occured. Exiting the apothecary’s shop was a 13-year-old girl with a small raven sitting on her right shoulder. It seemed like they were whispering to each other. “Talking animals!” the monk murmured. “A sign of the Book’s magic!” His hope had restored. He would make it. He then made his way to St. Elfleda’s Church for help. He walked in, knelt on his knees, and passionately said, “St. Elfleda, help me help you!”
Mine is actually really long. And it’s kind of cheesey, but I like it. (: by the way, 621 words.
It was a Sunday afternoon in the small town of Fullworth, Northumbria. The town was rather slow and unusually quiet. Everyone was either relaxing the day away, or just simply preparing for the full week to come. Everyone that is, except for the busy body of Brother Wilfrid. He was actually shifting into a panic mode. Something horrible, terrifying, and dreadful had recently struck upon him; he had lost the book, the Book Without Words. It wasn’t just any simple book; it was a sacred book, filled with magic and secrets. Timmy, one of Brother Wilfrid’s assistants, had reported that an odd fellow named Thorston was indeed the thief. Brother Wilfrid was just upright furious, and he was definitely ready to do just about anything to get that book back, and I mean, ANYTHING. He gathered a few troops and embarked on what was going to be an unforgettable journey. He first went to pay a visit to the town reeve, Master Bashcroft, because he knows about everything, and most importantly, everyone.
“Master Bashcroft,” uttered Wilfrid, “Someone has stolen a precious object of mine, and that person is known as Thorston. He is said to live at the end of Clutterbuck Lane. Yesterday, I was relaxing and very much enjoying an adventuress book, when all of a sudden, one of my assistants screamed. I immediately went to go see what the problem was, when all of a sudden, I see an old, green eyed man running out of my castle, with my sacred book in his arms,” cried Brother Wilfrid. “I tried stopping him, but he just got away too quickly. He must have been planning this for a good amount of time.”
“Brother Wilfrid, I must be honest, nobody can be living at the end of Clutterbuck Lane, without my knowledge. So there is no way this Thorston fellow could possibly be living there,” said Master Bashcroft. “Well, this ‘Thorston fellow’ did steal my book and I will do whatever I have to do to get it back! I will do it with or without you, and if you want to keep your reputation, I highly suggest you help a brother out,” threatened Wilfrid.
“I’ll tell you what, if I help you look for this Book Without Words, you must let me read it,” exclaimed Bashcroft.
“Actually sir, that’s impossible, you must have green eyes to read this book. You see, this book has been passed down in my family from generation, to generation. It’s a magical book, and that’s exactly why I must retrieve it back into my possession,” cried Wilfrid.
“Okay okay, I’ll help you,” said Master Bashcroft. He called up a few troops and sent them to where Thorston was said to living. He and Wilfrid were to meet up with them later.
About fifteen minutes after the troops arrived at Thorston’s, Wilfrid and Bashcroft got there. They searched the house very carefully. He was no where in sight. Suddenly, a young girl came out of nowhere. She claims to be Sybil, Thorston’s servant.
“Would you happen to know where Thorston is at the current moment?” questioned Bashcroft.
“Actually, I know exactly where he is. However, I can’t give that kind of information out.”
“Well, the way I see it, is you have two options,” exclaimed Wilfrid. “You can either be killed by this Thorston fellow, or you can tell us where he is and be set to live a free life.”
“Well… okay. He’s down in the basement, with some sort of book with no words in it. He said that he’s going to make a fortune off of the book, but I don’t know how.”
“He’s making gold!” shouted Wilfrid. “We must get that book!”
Period 3
Although Brother Wilfrid was in pain, he returned to the monestary. Shaking and quivering, he sat on his cot and began to furiously pray. He had no clue how he was going to retrieve the book. He began rocking back and forth, crying in unison with a pounding rain outside. He then looked up to the sky, opened his green eyes wide, and made a solemn vow: “I will retrieve the Book Without Words.”
Cold years went by before Brother Wilfrid found a lead. Though it was small, he kept hope. He was told by a farmer down in the old mier that there was talk of a new man in Northumbria who had a strange book; a book without words. Brother Wilfrid had quickly packed his few belongings and prepaired to see for himself if this man was so; this man was the evil Thorston.
“He never leaves his estate. Only a young girl who always looks disgustingly filthy. Hair never combed, clothes ripped. Horendous really.” The farmer hadn’t really much else to say. But it made much sense to Brother Wilfrid. If Thorston was performing alchemic acts from the Book Without Words, he wouldn’t want to leave his house.
“The town apothecary says the girl is always buying strange items. Spiders skin, Pig rots. I mean, who does that.”
When the old farmer said this, Brother Wilfrid was alarmed. Those were two things you used to make false gold. There is no mistake; these items must be for Thorston.
But why would he be making gold? Brother Wilfrid asked himself. Thorston wanted to live forever. Then, the old monk remembered.
“How old do you think this young lady is?”
“Can’t be more than thirteen. She always has a black bird with her too.”
So it is him. Mixed with the aforementioned false gold, a young one’s soul, and a black raven’s feather, you have the ingredients for iternal life.
“I must go.” Brother Wilfrid had deceived us all for himself; this madness.
He would have to cross expansive land to get to the village in which Thorston was sent reside. He didn’t just have to cross the foggy, damp mier. Brother Wilfrid would have to proceed through the old junkyard that overlooked the Saint Osperfby mountains. The junkyard was filled with lumber and timber and tin and dirt and grine. May the Saints be with me
That’s not the only thing he was going to need to pray for.
As he passed through the rust eaten gates of the junkyard, he was faced with an even uglier sight-the Tumblewood Graveyard. Yes, it’s just a normal graveyard, but Brother Wilfrid is no normal monk. He can see the living dead; they were everywhere.
“Please, do not stand in my way. I’m not here to trespass. I only wish to pass through. I am of no harm or foul. I, too, am a servant of Elfleda.” Brother Wilfrid new that anyone who passed on was a servant of the mistriss saint.
“Then we shall do no harm or foul to you my fellow servant.” The rugged sound came from a hoarse, deep voice. It was a scruffy looking elder man with a salt and pepper beard, dapper, in a torn suit. “Is there anything we can provide you with?”
“Would you be able to send a presence, a spirit for me? He is a traitor. Foul blooded. He goes by Thorston. I am far to brittle and weak to chase him.”
The old spirit nodded his wrinkled mug and closed his baggy eyes. He began to glow as he called upon the powers of the mistress saint to help guide a fellow servant in the direction of a tainted soul. Pointing to the east, he began to speak.
“Mistress saint has blessed me with the knowledge of one, Thorston’s, whereabouts. My fellow servant, beware. He is a dangerous man. No may come to thee. He lives not far from here; maybe twenty miles or so in Fulworth, sir. Be cautious in your journeys. Blessings be with you.” With that, he bowed, and turned away.
“I will.”, Brother Wilfrid responded bitterly to himself, ready to face his untold fate. He knew it was now or never.
Wilfrid’s search
Glorious day, with the help of Sybil and Alfric brother Wilfrid was able to retrieve the book without words and stop Thorston’s diabolical plan. But one thing we never learn was what did Wilfrid do for all these years, how did he find Thorston. This mystery is about to be learned
The war was almost over, it was raining fire, it felt like Wilfrid and Thorston took a trip to hell, they were holes everywhere it was lucky to find anything alive. Brother Wilfrid perused everywhere to find a safe place, finally he laid eyes on a wall that just barely made it, and he decided to hide there. See this book Thorston, it’s very powerful, it contains a lot of magic. “But the pages are blank” said Thorston. “Well it requires green eyes and earthly desire to read it” responded Wilfrid. “I have green eyes and my wish is to live forever, can the book help me?”. Yes but you mustn’t use it. Thorston wasn’t going to listen. He diligently examined Wilfrid, planning how he was going to take the book. Wilfrid looked away, that was Thorston’s chance; he jumped Wilfrid, stroke, took the book and ran. When Wilfrid regain consciousness all he could see was the forest staring back, Thorston was truly gone.
I have to find the book, thought Wilfrid; it is worse than Pandora’s Box. I hope I find him before he learns how to read it. He’s clearly clairvoyant so it won’t take him to long. From the little thing I know about Thorston I assume he’s going out of town to not draw attention. Wilfrid then marched to zilchtown the closest village next to Fulworth. Grilled in the sun, frozen in the snow, Wilfrid didn’t give up, he searched everywhere. Although he didn’t find Thorston, he gained great knowledge from his journey. Finally Wilfrid figured out Thorston twisted plan, he led him to think he was leaving town but it was just to bind time. Sweating like a pig Wilfrid ran toward Fulworth, the sun cooking his head, still trying to see how he could have been fooled so easily. A good twenty years gone down the drains, I pray to God he haven’t learned any major magic yet. Arriving in Fulworth was a great moment for Wilfrid but he couldn’t enjoy it, he had to examine every ones faces in town to find even a little resemblance. Wilfrid knew he had to try harder now, he wouldn’t get a second chance.
This town has really changed, I look like a penguin in Hawaii; I had to change in order for the people to be relax around me, blend in. I have to start with all the men that look more then twenty years of age. Years and years of searching, he found zilch. I might as well take a break; starving Brother Wilfrid strode to the nearest store. A small one managed by an apothecary named mistress Weebly. As he was making his order he couldn’t help but seeing the last order that had been made, it was really strange they were ingredients like dragon teeth, unicorn tears; just like the formula in the book. Wilfrid couldn’t be happier; he was one step closer to finding Thorston. Excuse me miss could you please tell who came before me. Sure I believe he goes by the name of Thorston. He didn’t leave long ago if you hurry you might catch him. Thanks running as fast as he could he saw a man with a basket that got to be him, thought Wilfrid. The mysterious man was going far from the village, the man entered in a small house. Wilfrid look at the window the man was standing next the a pot with the book without words, it was definitely Thorston, great the journey’s over
Test #5
In the middle of a desert of the year 940, there were two wizards named Thorston, who was a green-eyed young man who dreamed that one day he would live forever, and Brother Wilfred, who was also green-eyed and the sole keeper of the Book Without Words. One day Thorston found out that Wilfred’s book can create stones that give the consumer the power of immortality. So Thorston decides to steal the book and that is just what he did.
After the fiendish and young Master Thorston snatched one of the most powerful things in the universe, The Book Without Words, away from Brother Wilfred, Thorston knocks Wilfred out with a simple whisper of a spell. After being knocked out for numerous hours, Brother Wilfred finally regains consciousness and realizes that not only did he lose the Book Without Words, but he doesn’t know the whereabouts of Thorston. So then he starts to observe the bright, yellow sand around him for clues that might point him in the right direction. He looks to the left… nothing. He looks to the right… nothing. He then starts to breathe in this repugnant smell of goat. He now had an idea of where Thorston might be.
He then jolts to a part of Fulworth where there are stinking narrow streets, constricted lanes, and neglected courtyards. The smell of goat getting more powerful ever step he takes. He finally reaches his destination, Mother Thorston’s house. Knowing the power of the Book, especially in the hands of a green-eyed, life-hungry maniac, Wilfred creates a barrier the size of Florida around the house so no one escapes.
He opens the front door just slow and quiet enough that no one knows he’s there. He creeps into the house, quieter than a mouse. He hears Thorston’s high pitched voice coming from upstairs reciting the ingredients for eternal life. Thorston, already knowing that Wilfred is down stairs, is really creating a time portal to 1040. Wilfred then runs upstairs as fast as a cheetah just in time to see Thorston go through the time portal. Now Wilfred must wait 100 year until he can catch up with Thorston.
So in the meantime he had talked to Mother Thorston about Thorston not telling her he was a maniac and a thief. Later he found out Thorston’s mom was really Saint Elfleda, the goddess of Northumbria. So Wilfred told Elfleda of his troubles and Saint Elfleda gladly helped. Then they began the quest for Master Thorston. The searched in places like Russia, Yugoslavia, and Antarctica for a rip in time caused by Thorston but they never found one. Now all Wilfred and Elfleda can do is wait until the end of time for Thorston to show up in Clutterbuck Lane, Fulworth, Northumbria.
The End?
Brother Wilfred can still remember the smell of the day Thorston took The Book Without Words away. Traveling the world and seeing the darkest places, to seeing the most extravagate valleys and mountains. Brother Wilfred’s skillful senses have helped him so much throughout this long journey. Since day one, Brother Wilfred has been gotten into life threatening situations. For a few years he was captured by evil elves. They captured him because Santa Claus didn’t want to play any elf games with them. Brother Wilfred was very suspicious of them at first, because they seemed too nice for their own good, but he just ignored it. The elves gave Brother Wilfred cookies that contained a mind controlling powder that taste just like sugar. His taste had a fiesta in his mouth for every bite that he took. Everyday they kept on feeding him cookies until he was fat as Santa Clause. Then a couple days later they stole Santa’s sled and made Brother Wilfred get in and pretend he was riding it with the elves pretended that they were reindeer guiding the sled. For several months or so they pretended that they were delivering presents to the children of the world. After many years of being captured by the cute evil elves, Brother Wilfred actually believed that he was Santa Clause, and he absolutely forgot about Thorston and The Book Without Words. But then one day while he was taking a walk in the forest, when all of a sudden a huge acorn fell from above and knocked him on the head. This made him go to sleep for two days straight. But then when he finally woke up, his eyes moved from left to right wondering why he was there, but then he suddenly remembered all about Thorston, and The Book. He started to follow the smell of goat left by Thorston. But while he was doing that he ran into two little elves that were carrying big sharp candy canes. The elves thought that Brother Wilfred escaped from them so they wanted to terminate him; they felt like he betrayed them. Thinking fast he found poison ivy, grabbed it and felt an annoying itchiness crawling up his arm. But besides that he threw it at the elves, and ran as fast as a speeding bullet. From there on out, he has been trying no to eat anything that he hasn’t cooked him self. And he has been getting closer and closer to finding Thorston and the book. So far he has a feeling that a little girl named Sybil might help him get it back in time, to prevent Thorston from doing anything evil.
Alexis A.
P-4
1/18/07
It was a humid but lovely day in the forest where Brother Wilfrid had posession of a life changing book. Brother Wilfrid had foolishly trusted Thorston and told him about the Book Without Words, thinking he would help him. So, brother Wilfrid and Thorston continued through the forest. While Thorston was much interested in this book, Thorston began to ask “why do you have it?” Brother Wilfrid replied “I am to sheild it from those who might use it, Abbot Sigfrid entrusted me to do so.” As Brother Wilfrid opened the book and gingerly turned the stiff,yellow parchment pages, Thorston was hovering over Wilfrid’s shoulder eager to know what the book beholds. Wilfrid had got a wift of Thorston’s breath nearly knocking him off his feet. Wilfrid dropped the book and stepped back to escape the odor from Thorston but looked as if he was examining his surroundings. Thorston had a glimpse of the book, and mumbled beneath his breath, “these pages don’t have any words on them.” While Thorston was skeptical of the book, Brother Wilrid got the flow of air back into him, and snatched the Book Without Words back. Brother Wilfrid had said to Thorston that, “only green-eyed and down to earth people can read this book.” Thorston replied “why only green-eyes? Because religion claimed that green-eyes is color of life. Earthly desires? Things most wanted.” Replied Brother Wilfrid. Thorston went on. “Well, people say that i have green-eyes.” Wilrid darted a look at him and became alarmed and closed the book. “Come on” explained Thorston, “it’s not like…Thorston!” Yeiled Wilfrid. “This book obtains evil magic that cannot be misused. Like if i wanted to live forever? Yes.” replied Wilfrid. “Even if i wanted all the delicasy food in the world?” Said Thorston anxiously. “Um…yes.” Replied Wilfrid, seeming as wheather or not to answer Thorston truthfully. Thorston became quit looney,saliva spilling from his mouth, and his eyes became dialated from imagining to be able to live forever. Thorston could feel his taste-buds buzzing just rom imagining having all the delicous food he wanted. Brother Wilfrid began to feel uncomfortable and wishing he hadn’t said a word about anything. So, he began to step back when Thorston sprung at him! Wilfrid kept a tight grip on the Book Without Words but not tight enough. Once he smacked his head on the ground where pebbles,rocks,and dieing grass was, Wilfrid became unconsious. Thorston snatched the book and started of into the forest.
Once Wilrid awoken, he didn’t remember anything that had occured the previous week. Wilfrid had been knocked out for a whole week. Brother Wilrid unfortunatly had spent his intervening years alone,frighten,and helpless because of the incident that had happened by trying to shield the book by those who might use it. Since Wilfrid wasn’t familiar with his surroundings he pretty much wandered around not sure wheather or not he was going anywhere useful. He had been on his own in the forest for two years now and has made a friend kangaroo named Congo. They both live together in a bolder. Sticking side-by-side everywhere they went. Unfortunatly a tragic event had occured in Brother Wilfried’s life. Conga had met a friend kangaroo that is a boy and had went off with each other to multiple. Brother Wilfrid was disapointed and heartbroken, but wanted the best for his beloved friend.
A week or so had passed and Brother Wilfrid couldn’t live in the bolder any longer because this place had too many memories. So, he began his journey farther into the forest. Wilfrid had came across an abandoned cabin and settled there. It was extremely difficult for Wilfrid to live his life because he couldn’t remember anything in his past. Days went by and Wilrid had to put up with this unpleasant feeling. A feeling that couldn’t have been discribed, but such an awful thing. For a while Brother Wilfrid was to embarassed to even try to meet anyone. Mainly because, he really didn’t know much other than his two past years of his life. Then, on a gloomy,chilled,and breezy night Wilfrid examined the out doors throught the window and saw that is was raining.
After a couple mintes or so, Wilfrid had been attacked by a tramendes throbing pain in his head. This had lasted for about six or seven minutes. But in that short moment of time, Brother Wilfrid’s past with the Book Without Words and the attack of Thorston suddenly came back to him. He couldn’t figure out why. That night he didn’t get much sleep because of those flashbacks that came to him. The following day Wilfrid woke up, looked out the window, and saw a beautiful scenery. There was an abundence of different colors and types of flowers. The tree’s even seemed more lively looking and the sparkling stream would make a slight whistle when it made turns. Wilfrid had said to himself “Im going to find Thorston and get the Book Without Words back.” He continued throuhgt the forest and came back to the very place Thorston and him were talking about the book. That’s when Wilfrid made it to Fulworth and began his search.
Brother Wilfrid went from town to town and house to house. An one night, Brother Wilfrid was in a courtyard and a little girl named Sybil came up to him, and Wilfrid asked her if she knew anything about a book called the Book Without Words. Sybil had replied “Why?” So, Brother Wilfrid told her the story.
It was the year of 940a.d., and it was a bright clear day in Fulworth, Northumbria. But, this would not tell of what bad things would occur here today. A young Brother Wilfrid at 13 was a monk from Saint Osyth’s Cathedral who watched over the book without words and it’s great magic. He had met another young 13 year old named Thorston, who like him he had green eyes. Brother Wilfrid was telling the secrets of this book to Thorston and how to make the stones and sustain life. When Thorston realized these two benefits he hit Wilfrid and stole the book without words. He lost Wilfrid after he knocked him out and he wouldn’t see Thorston for quite a while.
For many years Brother Wilfrid searched but wouldn’t find his mortal enemy for over sixty years, or the terrible magic of the book he was meant to protect.”St.Elfleda I have done it”said Wilfrid.”Whats that”said Elfleda “I’ve found a property on the other part of our little town to enhance my search” “Well I hope you will be able to find and get back what was once yours and help to protect the world from it’s evil abilities” said St. Elfleda. Walking to his new property a line of goat fur came into his view where it stopped at the courtyard of a dark and creepy place with the look of swept ground.
“Wow thats interesting” said Wilfrid “I know” said a big oversized man, it was Bashcroft who snuck up behind him “nobody owns goats here must be magic” said Bashcroft. Then, he was gone and Brother Wilfrid was left to see his house. “I have gone to every town in Northumbria, and could this weird house be where his enemy has retreated to?” he said to himself. “I have been scrutinized for sixty years searching through all of nooks and crannies. All the people who i’ve known like St.Elfleda, the elder monks, and reeves of all the cities. “I must sleep and then I shall check this side for my enemy and my terrible book.”
The next morning he set out to the new part of town, which was so better compared to the normal lonely room in the cathedral as a failed monk. The biggest surprise was yet to come. Out the window he saw a thirteen year old girl with a black raven on her shoulder losing feathers and coming from the dark house from where the goat hair was found. When they came back he followed the black feathers and found himself at the back of the city where he found a stone wall. The wall had a hole just big enough to look in and he was amazed at what he saw.
It was Thorston and he was a slim, slightly more muscular man then the monk and he had the evil book. Brother Wilfrid then immediately told the reeve and he assembled the guards to knock down the door and distract the inhabitants. Then the monk would have time to get back the book without words.”I have it” the monk screamed and Thgorston heard loud and ckear now the race was on to get the book back to St.Elfleda. Brother Wilfrid was running as fast as he could. And when he turned he saw Thorston, he was catching up running at amazing speed. Will he make it or would Thorston catch him and take the book?
TO BE CONTINUED…
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“What do I do now?” thought Brother Wilfrid. “How will I find Thorston? Where? I don’t even know where to start?” Brother Wilfrid then went ahead into a jungle and continued walking. The floor was mushy and crisp fall leaves were everywhere. Wherever he stepped, he heard a crumbly sound. He thought he was going the right way until he heard a roar. It was just like a tigers. He was frightened. The might was as dark as coal. He could hardly see anything. He could only hear. He heard the loud pounding of his heart. It seemed to him as if his heart was banging against his chest. He felt so helpless. He then heard the roar again. After that, once again. Now, he was really afraid! He really thought that this was the end of him. Then he calmed himself and thought. After that, he ran and ran and ran. He was terrified. He ran until he saw light. He saw a small cottage. It was of an old lady. The old lady let him stay in her cottage that night. The next morning, he woke up and left the house.
Brother Wilfrid had no clue of where he was now. All he knew was that he was somewhere. Now he was sitting under a tree asking himself questions. “Where am I?” he muttered. He had left the old lady’s place was only five minutes away from there. So he went back to ask her where he was. He asked her and she told him. She also told him the way to Fulworth. So he went and walked until he finally reached his destination, Fulworth.
He reached Fulworth and then though “Where do I find Thorston now?” So then first, he decided to find a place to live. But where could he go? He had no money or anything else. What could he do!?! He tried going around the city and tried to find a place but there was none. So then he started looking for Thorston. He went everywhere to search for him. He didn’t miss one single place in Fulworth. His search just continued and continued. His goal was to reach Thorston and he had made up his mind to find him no matter what. Nothing was going to stop him now. As days passed, he became paler and thinner. But still, he kept looking. He had searched every single corner of Fulworth, but still no Thorston. Brother Wilfrid was living on the streets now. He still kept searching and many years later, what he wanted had happened.
One day, Brother Wilfrid was on the streets begging and he saw Thorston. Luckily, Thorston didn’t see him. At first, Brother Wilfrid didn’t believe his eyes. He rubbed them and looked at him again. Now, he was sure this was Thorston. He could never forget Thorston’s face. Nor he could forget that night. So then he started to follow Thorston. But it was as easy he Brother Wilfrid thought. It was hard not to mix Thorston up with the other crowd. But still, Brother Wilfrid kept going and continued following him. Then, at last he reached his destination. He followed Thorston into the end of Clutterbuck Lane but making sure Thorston didn’t see him. He then saw Thorston’s house. He had achieved his goal!! He was so happy!! Now, he had to get the book and he’d make sure he gets it.
About half an hour had passed since Brother Wilfred was knocked onto the thick, forest floor. He still had the unbearable, putrid smell of goat was still stuck in his nostrils. He finally got the energy to stand on his own, two feet. As soon as he got up, he raced to the church near the cemetery where Saint Efleda stayed. He bowed down on one knee. Intense pain rising up to his head from the hit he had received from Thorston. He silently started talking, “please Saint Efleda, that child means no good. He’s going to use the book that’s full of evil magic from Northumbria to get what he wants and what he doesn’t deserve, he’s a selfish one.” Suddenly, a bright light filled the church. A sweet smell of freshly bloomed roses filled the church, the scent bounced back and forth on the church’s walls. A white, ghostly figure arose from the thin air. Brother Wilfred seemed relieved. She was practically the answer to his prayers. He stood up and asked “could you please lead me to Thorston, The little rascal that stole the “Book Without Words” from me?” “I could sure try, but I can’t guarantee anything.” She closed her eyes like she was going into very deep thought. She opened her eyes and shook her head… nothing. Brother Wilfred let out a disappointed sigh, said thank you and left the church. Thick sheets of rain pounded on his skin as he walked out the church. Next, he raced to the monastery where the rest of his monk friends stayed. It was kind of torn down due to the Vikings attacking the land. Brother Wilfred knocked on the door a few times… no answer. Then he remembered they gave him a spare key. It didn’t look like an ordinary key though, it had very strange designs on it and spikes came out of the sides. He put in the key, turned it and stepped in. He wondered what had happened to the monks, but there was one thing that wouldn’t leave his mind, and that is where in the world Thorston had gone to. Finally, he fell asleep, he was exhausted. He awoke the next day. He drew a very precise picture of Thorston and posted it on the big maple tree near the entrance of Fulworth. Anyone who went to town to do some shopping will see the poster. After that, he headed toward the most deserted parts of town. He was trying to think like a desperate, young, thirteen year old kid with a desire for eternal life. “This is harder then I thought!” Brother Wilfred said to himself. He was beyond disappointed by now. Decades had passed and he still hadn’t found Thorston or “The Book Without Words.”
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So, there was this small town in Northumbria called Fulworth. In the past, there was this demented little boy by the name of Thorston. He had stolen a very powerful book form a well-rounded monk by the name of Borther Wilfred. It has been a while since then. But during the time when Thorston stole the Book Without Words to now, Brother Wilfred has searched everywhere. During this time, he searched from Northumbria all the way to Italy. He searched every house he passed, and had to endure a lot of pain and embarassment. But while he was searching, he had actually found him more times than he can count. But everytime the monk had approached him, the demented green-eyed alchemist had fled. Except for one time, when Brother Wilfred had found him in a resturant, and got him right where he wanted him. The thing is, Thorston had hidden the book somewhere in Northumbria. So, it took a few months to get back from Italy where he had found Thorston, all the way back to Northumbria. But by the time he had gotten back to Northumbria, Thorston had figured out how to use the book to its full potential. When the monk had returned to his home, he looked outside and noticed Thorston standing outside his home. Finally, Brother Wilfred had found the boy who stole his book. He then charged after Thorston, and had reached his home right after he slammed the door. Wilfred had knocked on the door as hard as he could. Sybil answered the door, and invited him in. So now, all Brother Wilfred had to do, was search the house to find the book…
Shortly after Thortson’s footsteps disappeared into the day, Brother Wilfrid arose. He had a pounding headache and his throat was dry. He had a near-death experience and was very scared. He looked around expecting to find the Vikings, but he found nothing. He only heard his heart beating rapidly and the woodland creatures making their usual sounds. “I am all alone,” he said, ” and that kid, Thorston, has stolen The Book Without Words from me.” He let out a piercing scream but quickly covered his mouth with his hands. Alarmed, he headed into the woods, his boots plopping down into the mud. “I must find shelter quickly, for it is almost nightfall.” He came across a pile of hollow, rotted wood that reeked of burning plastic. He assembled a little hut, small enough for just him to squeeze into. He made his way in and sat with his hands around his knees and just before he closed his eyes, he whispered, “In the morning, I shall look for Thorston and the book, and I will not stop no matter what, and quietly dozed off.
As morning came, Brother Wilfrid was wide awake and on the move. He searched the town closest to him, London. He questioned everybody and explained to them a very brief description of what he remembered of Thorston. Of course he had no luck until a merchant that smelled of oranges walked up to him and said, “Yes! I saw him! He was carrying a strange book and buying some fruit at my shop!” Brother Wilfrid made a smile that seemed to stretch from ear to ear. “What time was he at your shop?” Wilfrid asked. The merchant replied, “Around noon.” It was 2 o’clock, so he might still have a chance to find him. He quickly thanked the man and stated sprinting as fast his legs could take him. Everything was fine until he stepped in some remains of a Manx cat. It had a horrible stench and Brother Wilfrid put on a disgusted look and he seemed to have turned a little green. After cleaning off his boot, he started running again but cautiously looking around for Thorston and any piles of remains.
After about a year of thoroughly searching 3 towns, he reached a place called Fulworth and there he finally found Thorston. He was sitting on a barrel with The Book Without Words open. Brother Wifrid squinted to see if it really was Thorston, and it was. He dashed toward Thorston, grabbed the book, and continued running. He ran into a child a little younger than him called Ambros Bashcroft. They both landed in the mud with a loud ‘Thump’. The little child replied with an angry look on his face, “My father is the city reeve and I will have you arrested for what you did!” slightly after, he mumbled “Dura lex sed lex.” Shortly after, the child stood up and ran off. Brother Wilfrid had a puzzled look on his face as he watched the child run away. He squeezed the mud in his hand; it was wet, squishy, and grey.
He had forgotten about the book for that period of time and when he remembered, he looked around on the ground for it. Then, he looked around for Thorston and spotted him running around a corner. He quickly arose and started tailing Thorston from behind. As soon as they reached a wide, open pathway, he saw the boy, Ambrose Bashcroft, again. The boy shouted, “He’s here! He’s the one!” Soldiers came from behind him and seized him by the arms. Wilfrid screamed, “Let me go! Let me go! I must get the book!” The soldiers refused to listen. He repeated it once more and then gave up. He had no choice. The soldiers were not going to let him go, and Thorston had already disappeared from Brother Wilfrid’s eyes.
After many, many years of rotting in jail, Brother Wifrid was released.
They had forgotten about him in jail and finally found him groaning in the corner of an abandoned cell. By that time, he was a pale, lanky, old man with just flesh covering his bones. When he stepped outside of the jail, he took a deep breath and smelled something familiar. He smelled someone making the stones of life. As he knew and hoped, it would be Thorston.
Test Question #5
Brother Wilfrid has been looking for the Book without Words for many, many years. Since the day when Thorston left him to die on the thick forest floor, Brother Wilfrid vowed to retrieve the book from him. His only companion and helper on his voyage was Saint Elfleda.
When Saint Elfleda granted him life in order to search for the book, Brother Wilfrid immediately stood and surveyed the area. The forest was still and quiet. The only things in sight were vegetation and Saint Elfleda. The stench of goat still lingered in the air, a suffocating reminder of Thorston. Then, he noticed a trail through the trees, twigs broken and scattered, as though something, or someone, had rushed through. A look at Saint Elfleda rewarded him with a small nod. Silently, they trudged through the undergrowth until they reached the end of the forest. This was where the difficult part in the search began.
There was no sure place to begin looking for Thorston. Confused and still too weak to think clearly, Brother Wilfrid turned to Saint Elfleda. “Blessed Saint Elfleda, where shall I begin my search?”, he asked. “Try small, secluded towns. He shall try to blend in and be hidden.”, she replied. Nodding, Brother Wilfrid took a moment to pray for good luck and then started down the path toward the nearest town. Saint Elfleda stayed with him for a while, but then had to leave to help others. Brother Wilfrid continued his journey to the town, walking past tall, thick trees, overwhelming undergrowth, and all manner of small animals. The winding dirt road seemed endless but he finally arrived at the small town. Buildings lined the “main” road. People were chatting with neighbors, children were running around, but no sign of Thorston. Brother Wilfrid was not noticed by any of the inhabitants, so gathering up courage, he slowly approached a group of people. “Excuse me, have you perhaps seen a boy about 13 that smelled of goat and carrying a book pass by here?”, he asked timidly. All stated that they had not seen such a boy.
So Brother Wilfrid continued through the town, asking the townsfolk that he saw, if they had seen Thorston. Disappointed, he exited the town to find Saint Elfleda waiting for him. “He was not there, was he?”, she inquired. Brother Wilfrid shook his head slowly, and without saying a word, started for the next town. Saint Elfleda followed silently, knowing it would be a long search before the book would be in her possession again.
For days, Brother Wilfrid traveled from town to town, from city to city and yet no sign of Thorston or the book. Then the days turned to weeks, and the weeks turned to years. He traveled through beautiful Italy with its glorious skies, Barcelona with its upbeat lifestyle, and Greece with its exotic essence. With Saint Elfleda’s company, they both traveled for miles, asking anyone they came across about Thorston. Yet no one remembered seeing such a boy. For 70 years, the same routine continued endlessly until the now frail Brother Wilfrid ended up in Fulworth. Then one night, he absentmindly walked toward the house at the end of Clutterbuck Lane. Suddenly, the slight smell of goat reached his nostrils. Then, one by one, the scents of dried unicorn tears, chiminera pieces, and the other ingredients for the Life-Stones reached his sniffing nose. Then as he grew more shocked, the scent of a young girl filled the air. “Blessed Saint Elfleda! I’ve found him”, Brother Wilfrid whispered, “Thorston is here!”
Big gray clouds began to roll in. Then a bright flash of lightning appeared, followed by a loud grumble of thunder. Rain began pouring down from the sky. It was as if the heavens were angry with Brother Wilfred for failing to keep the Book Without Words safe and shielded from those who might use it. Stunned from Thorston’s attack, Brother Wilfred just laid there on the cold damp forest floor and thought about what just happened. All he wanted Thorston to do was help him keep the Book Without Words safe. He couldn’t believe that he had told the boy about the book’s secrets and attacking him. “I’m such a fool!” Wilfred thought to himself. Then with weak and shaking arms and knees, he slowly pulled himself up from the ground. “Saint Elfleda! Please help me find Thorston and get the Book Without Words back so I can hide it from any evil forever!” He said out loud.
Many years had past and Brother Wilfred has had no luck finding Thorston. He has searched almost all of Northumbria except for a small town called Fulworth. When he arrived there he noticed that it was a poor town that reeked of goat. His hopes began to rise because that is what Thorston smelled like and this would be a good town for him to hide in. He began walking around town, but was unaware that he was being follwed by the city reeve Master Bashcroft. The reeve thought he should keep an eye on Brother Wilfred since he seems suspicious by the way he is snooping around town. Wilfred suddenly stopped outside the apothecary shop because he overheard strange conversation going on inside. He heard the words gargoyle ears, scales from a fire-lizard’s tail, white spider legs, and other strange things being purchased. These things sounded very familiar to Brother Wilfred. He suddenly realized that those were the ingredients needed to make the stones of life, which granted immortality. This can only mean that Thorston was here and has the Book Without Words! He quickly looked through the open window to find a little girl. “That must be Thorston’s servant, which means he will take her life in order to get his,” Wilfred thought. As soon as the girl came out of the store, he asked for her name and why she bought those things. She said that her name is Sybil and she bought them for something her master, Thorston, was making. Wilfred was right and then warned Sybil about the danger she was is. Sybil was completely terrified by what she had been told so she agreed to show where Thorston lived so he can get his book back and help her.
Thorston’s house was surrounded by lots of trees so it was hidden very well in the forest. Sybil waked into Thorston’s house. A few moments later, Wilfred knocked on the door. Thorston had answered and as soon as they looked into each other’s eyes, Thorston realized it was Brother Wilfred. With a shocked face, he immediately slammed the door shut. Brother Wilfred tried to think about what to do next when Master Bashcroft appeared. “What are you doing here?” He asked. “I’m here to retrieve a book that is rightfully mine that Thorston has stolen from me,” replied Brother Wilfred. “Ah Thorston! I knew I recognized that man’s face! I have been tricking my people by paying with false gold. Thanks to you I have found him. I will help you get your book back, but first I must go back to town to gather my soldiers,” said Bashcroft. “Thank you very much sir.” Wilfred said. He was so happy and grateful that he was going to get the book back after all his years of searching. Together Bashcroft and Wilfred rounded up the soldiers and returned to Thorston’s house. The soldiers knocked the door down while Thorston was about to swallow the first stone.
Master Bashcroft captured Thorston and sentenced him to a lifetime in prison. Brother Wilfred destroyed the stones, got the book back, and thanked Bashcroft and Saint Elfeda for helping him. After that he burned the Book Without Words so no one will be able to use it for evil and make any trouble. Sybil, along with Thorston’s pet raven, Odo, lived better happier lives with Brother Wilfred.
As brother Wifrid wearily got to his feet he could only see a faint image of Thorston speeding away in the distance. He tried to run as quickly as possible to catch up to Thorston but by the time he sarted off in a slow trot Thorston was gone. That night while laying in bed Brother Wilfrid rolled back and forth across the bed in discomfort. All he could think of was The Book Without Words, Thorston, and what evils that this young child might unleash to the world.
Brother Wilfrid spent many sleepless days, nights, months, and years stressing over the book and trying to conjure up a plan to find Thorston and retrieve the Book Without Words. With many plans being useless and full of flaws he had finally designed one plan that would work.”After many years of thinking I’ve finally got it the perfect plan, I have decided to trap Thorston in his own greed and lust fot eternal life but first I must discover his whereabouts”.With that in mind Brother Wilfrid went out on a hunt to find Thorston. He started by asking the Town Reeve Mater Bashcroft.” Hello Sir Bashcroft have you seen a little…I mean a young man by the name of Thorston wandering these streets with a book in hand lately”.”Why yes I have he was right over there in the animal shop searching for an animal of some sort and walked out holding a wooly animal, perhaps a goat”. Before Bashcroft could ask Brother Wilfrid a question he was already racing off swiftly down the road, he could only hear the faint utter of Bashcroft saying” Does there seem to be a problem Brother Wilfrid”. Brother Wilfrid replied by shouting “NO, BUT THANKYOU FOR ALL YOUR HELP”.
The next day with all the info that was given to Brother Wilfrid from Bashcroft, Brother Wilfrid made or came to the assumption that Thorston had somehow figured out how to read the book. Not only that but he determined that Thorston was creating a potion which could only be one of two things. One of which happened to be an eternal life potion and the other a transformation potion. Right off the bat Brother Wilfrid knew that Thorston was creating an eternal life potion, but from past experiences also knew that Thorston was very unpredictable at times. That same day Brother Wilfrid went out to the store to get some supplies for his supposed master plan. Suprisingly, whaen he walked out Master Bashcroft was waiting for him right outside the door. Master Bashcroft started by saying ” Hey Brother Wilfrid a package and a letter came for you in my office today there was no name as to who sent it but its there whenever you want it”. Brother Wilfrid replied by saying “Thanks for the notification within a few minutes I shall stop by and pick everything up”.
Just as he said he would Brother Wilfrid stopped by that evening and picked up the letter and package intended for him. When he returned home and opened up the letter to his surprise it was from Thorston and it read ” Dear, Mr.Wilfrid if you haven’t realized by now this is Thorston the young man who stole the Book Without Words from you a few years back. At that very moment when I pushed you down and took the book away from you I knew that I had done something wrong. I was so scared that I took off running and never tried to contact you again until now because I didnt know how you would react. In the package contains the Book Without Words and a half bottle of an eternal life potion I used the other half to transform a goat into a raven that I named Odo to keep me company. Hopefully you will somehow find it in your heart to forgive and I just wanted to let you know that I was sorry. Sincerely, Thorston.
Now knowing that the Book Without Words is in safe hands and out of dangers way Brother Wilfrid felt as though a chip was lifted off his shoulders, so that now he could sit back, relax and enjoy life how it was meant to be.
…….THE END……..
p.2
“Thorston!” cried brother Wilfred. “The book holds more secrets than you know!”
Before brother Wilfred could catch up to him, Thorston was gone. Just then, what seemed like a flash of light to him, dashed toward Wilfred and scorched his left shoulder blade. Wilfred was then knocked out…
Brother Wilfred had awakened to a dark lit room. It reeked of the smell of burning flesh. The sign at the end of the hall read “execution chambers”. Yet, what was the purpose? Who brought him here? And what do they want from him? The door slowly creaked open and a tall, shadowy figure approached Wilfred, who was still slightly delusional from the incident earlier. However, brother Wilfred did notice one thing…the figure that walked into the room was definitely not human… Brother Wilfred was lifted up and taken to a large corridor.
Wilfred had regained his composer and realized that he was in some sort of interrogation room where he was in the presence of two very odd creatures. “Who are you two?” Wilfred said hastily. “What are you two, and where am I?” The first one appeared to be very old and wrinkled, however he was not of the human species…more alien than man. His arms were very skinny and he was in a large, hovering chair. “How dare you mock me human!” exclaimed the older alien “I am the Prophet of Salvation”. “You have something that belongs to us in our efforts to complete the great journey.” “Great what?” said Wilfred. “We are The Covenant. We seek a book, created by your ancestors, the Forerunner. This book holds the key to our great journey.” said Salvation. “What is this great journey?” questioned wilfred. “Do you have the book or not human?” asked Salvation. “well you see…what had happened was…it was stolen from me by this little thief” said Wilfred. “Well perhaps you can still be of some use to us human, we must find that book. even if we must do it by force” said Salvation. Salvation handed Brother Wilfred a plasma rifle and 3 plasma grenades. He was to set out on a journey that would either lead him to Thorston, or kill him in the proccess…
This episode on Lost… “Brother Wilfrid and the Cookie Monster”. After his long, tiring journey, Brother Wilfrid meets Cookie Monster. On his way through the forest trying to catch the deviant Thorston.
“Freak art thou!” said Wilfrid to Thorston on his way through the tragic forest of doom. Thorston called back, “Nanana booboo stick your head in art poopoo!” Wilfrid replied, “Thats not nice…” Thorston ran away with the Book Without Words.
On his way through the tragic forest of doom, Brother Wilfrid encountered the lovely Little Miss Muffin. Miss Muffin had a reputation for eating non-stop, and gaining absolutely no wait.He went inside her house to get directions. Not knowing that she would try to eat him. Wilfrid threw her into the furnice, and baked her at a toasty, 450 degrees. She turned into a delicious, flakey, buttery muffin. “Yummy!” he cried.
He took a nap. While he was sleeping, the Cookie Monster broke into Miss Muffin’s house. He saw the crumbs on the floor, and decided to go up and see if they’re was a stranger in the house for no reason. Brother Wilfrid turned him into a cookie. Cookie Monster ate himself to death.
Brother Wilfrid went back on his journey through the tragic forest of doom. He found a giant, black, and green flower. He noticed that it had a humugous “X” on it. He thought it was weird so he turned and kept walking on his journey.
His next encounter was Papa Smurf. The film crew that was casting the show, “The Smurfs”, caught a glimpse of Wilfrid. He didn’t want word to spred that he was looking for Thorston, so he domolished the city and killed the film crew and took the videos.
Brother Wilfrid finally caught up with Thorston. Thorston was jukin’ and stiff-arming Wilfrid left and right. Wilfrid realized that he wasn’t going to catch him. So he commited suicide. Thorston brought him back to life so he could juke him some more, and then he ran away again and the story lives on…
I still remember that day vividly. The day where my life turned upside down. Where it turned into a game of hide and seek and I, unfortunately, was the seeker. Thorston was hiding with probably the most powerful thing in the world. Ever since that day 50 years ago happened and I first met Thorston, I have been searching for him. For the book. The book that I was in charge of. The book that Thorston greedily stole from me. It was getting darker with every passing minute. “I had better find some shelter before I can’t see in the dark.” Finding Thorston in the midst of this desert is going to be close to impossible. Yet it is my duty to find him. Brother Wilfrid, an old monk, found a rock cave that was moist and pitch black. “This will have to do,” Brother Wilfrid echoed to himself. He lay down and rested his head on the nearest rock he found. It wasn’t long when he dozed off. “Take the book and take care of it with your life, don’t let anyone with a greedy look in their eyes obtain it. Do you understand?” “Yes but what shall I do with the book when the Vikings have gone?” Wilfrid said. The Vikings were just around the corner and coming nearer as the seconds passed. “GO!! GO!!” Wilfrid obeyed and ran. Along the way he met a boy as well. In an effort to help, he said, “Follow me, quick!” As they reached safety they both introduced themselves. “I’m Brother Wilfrid.” “I’m Thorston, What is that?” “It’s a book that is very dangerous and contains magic. It’s called the Book without Words.” Suddenly, Thorston’s green eyes grew larger in excitement. “Does it have the recipe to living forever because my wish is to never die?” Wilfrid remembered the words the person gave him. He quickly shut the book and said, “No, this magic is for the use of no one. Its magic is evil.” “Wait! We can both live together forever,” Thorston hastily said. Brother Wilfrid started to walk away but felt a blow to his head and fell unconscious. Brother Wilfrid suddenly woke up drenched in sweat. “It was all just a nightmare,” Brother Wilfrid told himself. “I will get that book back no matter what it takes and no one can stop me.” For now the only thing he could do was struggle to find food in this desert. “I have crossed land and sea yet I have not been able to find him. Saint Efleda, please help me!” Brother Wilfrid cried. All of a sudden, a faint white figure appeared. “Saint Efleda! Oh, please tell me where Thorston is! It is the only thing that I ask of you! Please!” “Follow me,” A powerful voice urged him. It was not long after that they had reached a village. “Fullworth, Northumbria,” Brother Wilfrid had said. Abruptly, the white, pale figure that was Saint Efleda disappeared. “Thank you, Saint Efleda. Thank you,” a grateful Brother Wilfrid said. He went to the nearest monastery and sat down. He heard someone announcing the Reeves presence. Swiftly, Brother Wilfrid went outside to look and found himself looking at a young girl with a raven on her shoulder. For some unknown reason, he followed her. The girl and the raven led him to a two-story stone house that smelled like goat. There was something very familiar. He decided that he was going to talk to the girl as soon as he found the appropriate chance.
On a gloomy, dark, raining, spring night, there lies Brother Wilfrid helpless on the forest floor watching the devilish Thorston run off with the book without words. “Come back you hooligan!” cried Wilfrid. As he lied on the floor, he beckoned for Saint Efleda’s help. Out of the dust and smoke, appeared Saint Efleda in spirit form. “Saint Efleda help me, for I seek to keep the book without words safe from those who wish to use it solely for harm. I’m afraid of what the boy might do, he possesses green eyes, but cannot read, what will happen?”
“The boy is long gone, follow your inner peace and soul, and you will find him,” said the Saint.
Saint Efleda helped Wilfrid up and into sanctuary. As days got shorter and shorter the book was not returned. Brother Wilfrid searched the forest where the crime took place, there was no book to be found. Brother Wilfrid put up ads in the local paper and passed out flyers, and still nothing. Until, one day Wilfrid answered the phone and heard an eerie raspy voice. “Is this Brother Wilfrid?” mumbled the voice. “Yes, who wants to know? Wait, if this is about the book I will pay you a thousand farthings for it, just please return it Thorston.” It was not Thorston Wilfrid was talking to, for it was Thorston’s friend Barry. Barry informed Wilfrid of Thorston’s whereabouts. Barry had become overly jealous of Thorston’s new powers so he decided to rat him out. “Thorston told me this morning that he was leaving for Egypt since that’s the only place where dried, Egyptian, camel hooves were sold. He said the hooves were important for immortality. Once I asked him about the book he was carrying he became real panicky, then he sprinted off full speed. When I turned around I saw the books cover on your flyers, and I knew something was up. So I called you,” Barry exclaimed.
Brother Wilfrid hung up the phone immediately and asked for the Saint’s help once more. “I need to get to Egypt and fast.” Within the blink of an eye Wilfrid was on a ship to Egypt. Right as the ship was approaching the dock, Wilfrid saw a face quite familiar, one so young, and pale skin with a few red bumps. “Thorston,” Brother Wilfrid screamed. Before the ship stopped, Brother Wilfrid leapt out and ran toward Thorston. Thorston was sitting in a little chair at an ocean side restaurant, flipping through the pages of the book without words when Brother Wilfrid trampled him. They started fighting, kicking, hitting and everything until one of they were exhausted. Brother Wilfrid lied on the floor helpless once more due to Thorston’s evil ways. Looking upside down Wilfrid could see Thorston running away with the book in his hands. Despite his bruises and the blood all over him Brother wilfrid used all his might and strength and got up off the cold, wet sand and ran after the mischievous 13-year-old.
Thorston came to an abrupt stop when he saw it was the end of the road. Nothing in front of him, but the cold air hitting his flesh. One step forward and he would be gone. “Give me the book,” Wilfrid shouted from behind Thorston. Thorston slowly turned around and screamed like a maniac, “Come closer and you’ll never see your book aga-.” Thorston was cut off by the sound of the rocks under him crumbling. Within five seconds Thorston disappeared right before Wilfrid’s eyes. Brother Wilfrid stood there in total awe till he slowly walked over and looked down to see nothing but rocks. All that ran through brother Wilfrid’s head were mind boggling questions. Where was Thorston? Was he dead or alive? Where was the book without words?
“Ohhhh… Where am I, said Brother Wilfred? Wait, I’m still at the brethren house. My word, where’s is that book?” A rush of memories came flooding back to Brother Wilfred.”The goat boy, that wretched Thorston, he has stolen it! What am I to do? I must seek Saint Elfleda.” Brother WIlfred scurried to the church and began to pray furiously. Just as he finished, the wall carving sprang to life.
“I know what has happened to you.” “Blessed Saint Elfleda, I’m sorry I failed you,” said Brother Wilfred sobbing. ” I know where he is heading. Brother, follow my signs. I will leave a green piece of cloth everywhere on your journey. Follow those and they will lead you to Thorston.” Saying that the wall carving went back to being solid.
“I must leave at once.” Brother Wilfred began to sprint hurridely north of the church. After traveling approximately five hourse it was almost dusk. He saw a a peculiar item. It was a piece of green cloth. “Ahh.. Abaigail’s Inn. Somwhere to rest.” Waltzing inside an edlerly women
stated “Welcome, I’m Abagail, can I offer you a room.” “Yes I would, thank you.”
“Have you traveled far?” said the women. “Yes, I walked here” replied Thorston. “Walked? What? I can take you to your destination if you’d like. I have a horse wagon out back,” said the women while showing Thorston his room. “I would appreciate that very much,” said a smiling Thorston.
The next morning. “This is my brother Faust,” said Abagail. “He’ll be taking you… where exactly?” The wind blew and whispered into Brother Wilfred’s ear. Follow the sun for eleven days and it will lead you to him. “Umm.. just follow the sun Faust.” ” Okay…” As Brother Wilfred stepped inside the wagon he found a tiny, green cloth. “Oh, Saint Elfleda” said a chuckling Brother Wilfred.
It seemed they traveled as slow as a snail. The only sound Brother Wilfred heard was the hoses’s hoofs clanking upon the brittle pavement, and Faust snoring, whenever they stopped to sleep. ” We are here, wherever here is since we followed that blazing sun.
“Thanks Faust,” declared Brother Wilfred as he lept off the wagon, he headed toward this intriguing city.
A green sign shown as the sun alluminated it. It said Welcome to Northumbria. “Blessed Saint Elfleda, show me the way to the book.” Just as quickly as he said that his hanker-chief wafted with the wind. “Oh no.” It landed near a food stall selling ripe watermelons. Look for a colassal, grey castle the wind whispered.
“Excuse me sir. I was wondering if there is a huge, grey castle round’ here,” stated Thorston. ” Why yes, deep into the forest. There is an abandoned castle” said the toothless knave. “Thank you” Way into the late hours of that night, a silent Brother Wilfred swiftly made his way through the forest.
As he approached this massive building he could hear voices. Brother Wilfred spotted a window. He quickly ran to it and peered in. It was a young boy saying incantations from a book. “Ah.. Thorston and that book. I’ve finally found you….
THE END
Test Question #5
Kara S. Period 2
Test #5 The “LOST” Brother Wilfrid Story
Brother Wilfrid paced back and forth in his room. “I’ve got to get that book back,” he declared. Thorston had just stolen the Book Without Words from him in order to achieve immortality. He knew that he had to do everything in his power to get the book back, because of the evil it contains. Therefore, he set out on foot into the foggy and dark trails of Fulworth. The vultures screeched above and the putrid smell from the swamp drifted over. The rough and rugged path made it difficult for Brother Wilfrid to walk during the dark hours of the night.
By morning, he had looked high and low for any sign of Thorston. He came across an old beggar, dressed in filthy rags. “Excuse me, do you know if a boy named Thorston came through here?” questioned Wilfrid. “Thorston you say? Well, actually I did. He was running fast,” he explained. “Thank you!” Wilfrid exclaimed, running off towards town. When he reached the main town, he went down every block looking for the boy, asking every single person as he went on his way. Several people had seen a boy running past a crowd, but other than that, there was no sign of Thorston anywhere. A wall surrounded the city, so he knew there was no way out of it.
Many years went by. Eventually, he moved on to other cities and villages around Fulworth, but no one had even seen him. He would occasionally go back to Fulworth to check to see if there was any sign of him. He questioned the city reeve, Master Bashcroft, who assured him he knew every person in the city, and there was no Thorston. For Brother Wilfrid, that was not good enough. He continued to search through every alley and corner of Fulworth. There was no way he could give up.
Eventually, after about 70 years now, news of his behavior had spread throughout all of Northumbria. Brother Wilfrid had also heard rumors of a mysterious man full of magic. He believed that the stories were about Thorston.
One day, when he was traveling through the city of Delray, he heard a group of pedestrians talking of a certain “mystical fellow”. Of course, Brother Wilfrid stood near and listened.
“He claims to be an alchemist. He has piles of gold everywhere,” stated one man. “They say that he lives at the farthest end of Fulworth,” declared another. This was all Brother Wilfrid needed to hear. He quickly made his way back to the town where he knew he was all along, Fulworth.
He finally found the run-down house belonging to Thorston. He closely sat by the outside of the house, watched, and waited. Finally, a young girl walked out of the house. It was his servant, Sybil. She verified that the house belonged to Thorston, now an alchemist, and that he was very ill. She also said that he had the Book Without Words. “Finally, I can get the book,” he stated.
It was a normal ordinary day in Fulworth,Northumbria for anyone else except a monk known as Brother Wilfred.This monk has gone through everything to find this magical, fantastic book called “The Book Without Words.”
Brother Wilfred was 13yrs old and so was his friend Thorston.Thorston and brother Wilfred were like the musketeers but instead of three they were two.Until Thorston became suspicious, and snoopy around Wilfred.He knew Wilfred was hiding something from him but he had no clue what, but he was willing to find out…..
Brother Wilfred didn’t have the slightest idea that Thorston was suspicious. Wilfred did know one thing that he couldn’t tell anybody he had this magical spell book.He knew that if anybody found out they would do anything in there power to own it and use it for evil instead of good.Wilfred had a feeling that owning “The Book Without Words” was his destiny.
Thorston grew older and wiser than Wilfred. He had made this evil genius plan on how to find out his secret. Thorston had studied Wilfred’s routine everyday.Knowing that everyday Wilfred goes to church in the afternoon Wilfred’s house will be empty.One day Thorston sneeked inside Wilfred’s house,and started going through his privacy trying to find anything.After two hours of anxious sneeking he finally found something that he thought was extremely creepy!
Thorston found “The Book Without Words.”He ran as fast as he could through the city and into the woods. Their he was all alone wondering around and day dreaming.He knew that he couldn’t go back so he started searching on how to survive in the wilderness.Everyday he went a little further into the forest until he found a little old wood house that was abandon.Which then became his house.
Brother Wilfred was more than upset when he didn’t find his book,but after a week without hearing of Thorston he knew he had to be the one who took it from him.Wilfred went looking everywhere for Thorston asking people in the streets and everything,but nobody knew who he was talking about.Thorston had revealed how to read the spell book.He also found a goat,and a orphan girl who became his slave.Thorston by accident practicing his alchemy turned the goat into a flyless talking raven named Odo.His slave Sybil one day went to the city to get supplies needed for Thorston’s magic.in the apothecary shop,and from their on it’s history!!!!
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