Mischief

I am the trickster of the world. The world of Zandoria. I am a super trickster, who makes illusions. In my school, Zandoria’s College of Unique Talents (ZCOUT), I am known as the Master of Illusions. ZCOUT is an enormous school. The gym has the latest magic, the science lab has the latest power mixtures, and, in the sports hall, we fly around on broomsticks.   
 I should introduce myself. I am Mischief. I’m twelve years old and my illusion powers can make people see things, create something that’s not actually there and much, much more.
Now, I am not in my school anymore. My friends Sky, Bailey, Marlee, Oscar and Onyx have been scattered over Zandoria ever since Headmaster Dwod sent all of us on a quest to destroy one of the Immortal Lord’s Henchman. Our team name is The Secret Order Of Brilliant Magical Minds.
 Just before we left to complete our quests, the librarian, Miss Nottus, provided information for our team with the book called ‘Monsters and Legends’.
 The Immortal Lord had taken power of three quarters of Zandoria already and I didn’t want any more of it to be in the possession of The Immortal Lord.
My galaxy coloured shirt tingled as I approached towards the cave. I sensed movement as a human sized metal eggshell rolled towards the front of the cave. One of The Immortal Lord’s minions.
Wasting no time, I jumped up and disappeared in a cloud. It was an oldie but a goodie, but I didn’t care. I had turned invisible. The eggshell cracked. CRACK! Grimelick popped his head out and sniffed the air. His legs poked out and growled towards the direction of me.
‘MISCHIEF!’
        Grimelick had dirty, green and warty skin. His huge, bulging nose squelched as he sniffed the air. He had yellow eyes that glowed darted from side to side as he drew out an axe.
Even though it was a lucky hit, Grimelick somehow managed to swipe in my direction and hit me. I lost my concentration and turned visible. It damaged me a lot and my left hand was bleeding. Grimelick smashed me again. Now I was seriously injured. I created a diversion to escape before he hit me again by making Grimelick think there was a purple obsidian chain on his neck, feet and arms. Grimelick didn’t realise it was an illusion and eventually wore him self out. I formed a sandstorm with my illusion powers, and Grimelick thought it was real again and mindlessly tried to escape, even though he could’ve hidden in his eggshell. He ran into the walls of his cave.
He smashed himself into the wall of the cave. The impact from Grimelick’s body to the wall shattered his metal eggshell. Without his metal eggshell, he had no power and got crushed under the weight of the cave. Under my breath I muttered, ‘That was for Zandoria.’
 I was left with a black eye, a bleeding hand, a torn shirt and a bruised right shoulder. But I felt victory. I felt proud for myself and my school. Now I must journey back to my school, ZCOUT, to see how the others fared.

This is the work of one of my friends who is a part of our Zandoria chronicals 
His name is Haydn