Winning entry to the Young Writers competition by One student Samantha Whitby.
To find her, I will travel far. To free her, I will endure Earth’s taxing trials. I will protect her.
Rainforests, lush and humid; desert plains, barren and sweltering; oceans, cold and cutting. To find her, I’ve endured these taxing trials.
The frigid eastern peak is where I find her. At last, I’m able to see her again-to hold her, to touch her once more. But the cold tears spill mercilessly down my cheeks, for I am too late.