Aleo’ker and Fenrir


The gods sent me, Aleo’ker, an immortal hero, on a journey no regular mortal could withstand. The hunt for Fenrir, the most vicious of all creatures alive and in myth. I sent out on the trip to Valhalla, where the “Land of Flames” sits, and where the ground spits fire. This trek took me a fortnight of rigorous terrain, consisting of mountains reaching the stars, deserts where the sun never fades, and the deep dark fen where evil creatures stir.  Here I arrive, to the cave named Du’Koria, the entrance to death, fear, and the unknown. The land where Fenrir waits for those worthy enough to even face his way. I enter, each step echoing into darkness, the faint dripping of water off the ceiling. Each breath can be heard a mile away, no life lives here, only the stalking and lurking of the afterlife.  As I reach further into the cave, I see a faint light. That light grows and darkens to a crimson flare. Here I am, in Valhalla. Some say it’s where the soldiers of war after death go and wait until they’re called for battle. When I enter, I see what is a mountain of rigid rock, though, flowing side to side. Unsure, I walk further. In the corner of my eye, I notice something twitch. Before long, I see the mountain rise higher and higher never stopping, until I realize what it is. Fenrir, lord of wolves. Standing taller than any building, he stares at me with his bloodshot eyes, creeping a faint smile.

The Winter Time


The Winter Time

By: Luca Jadric


There goes the summer breeze,

The last breath of lovely flowers and trees

Here comes the freezing weather,

Winter’s welcoming us to get together


Inside your warm and comfy home,

You sit and enjoy the winter biome

Baking gingerbread cookies in the evening,

And wrapping presents before sleeping


You head out to go up the mountain,

Rising higher and higher before feeling uncertain

But once you reach the top,

You feel the world stop


Every breath


Every step


Sending a jitter of enticement,

And making you feel so much excitement!


You speed down going fast,

Wanting to never be the last

But once you reach the bottom,

There appears to be a problem


You don’t want to stop


You ski until your body is sore,

And until your strength is poor

Then you go back home with the falling sun,

And relax in this world of so much fun


Authors Note:

I chose to write this poem about what I love most. It’s about my winter most years. We love to go skiing, it’s our favorite sport. Making cookies, not only gingerbread, and Christmas is what we always do as tradition. We usually spend about a week either in Utah or Colorado in different places skiing all day. We love to explore the mountains and travel to new places. Thank you for reading my poem about what I love.


Luca Jadric

Blackout Poem


Crackling Night

In the light of the fire, burning brightly

The wind curling round, blowing wildly

Cold air soon roused them all

They were tossed about and flung all night,

but all have vanished and were gone