Umtifians, Strong till the End

Most people call me a “childish fiction storyteller” or say that I have an insane imagination, but my true story of the Umtifians of Trisolian is what changed my life. I need to get my editor to approve of this so I don’t go totally broke.

According to my mom, I have been telling my own made up stories since I was able to speak. I had always spoken in full sentences. No “googoo” or “gaga” involved. To be honest, I love using a pen, paper, and my brain to create new entertaining stories for my family or friends to read and admire, but I think I know what I want to do with my life now. Be an author. My mother thinks I will fail and be broke, but my friend, Cathay, is always encouraging me to follow my passion. I have written a few pieces and gave them to editors, but nothing I wrote was good enough for them.

After multiple rejections, I was determined that writing wasn’t what I was supposed to do. I was walking down this dark alley, hoping to find a quieter place to go over what I just witnessed in the nextdoor thrift store, two women yelling over a piece of clothing. I tried to write down in my handy dandy mini notebook what I remembered, but it was so dark. Suddenly, I saw this rainbow light, I walked deeper into the dark alley, out of curiosity. There was a hole in the ground, with all the colors of the rainbow! I tried to get a better look, but before I knew it, the hole swallowed me whole. Everything went black.

Out of nowhere, I heard this loud, dark music. I couldn’t bear it. My eyes popped open and my hands came over my ears. I was so shocked with what I saw. Everything was black and white. Even me. There were dead plants all over the ground. How long had I been here? The music was still playing. It sounded depressing. If I was here any longer, I could die from being hypnotized from this dreadful place. I wanted to go back to the dark alley. Why did I have to be so stupid to take a peek at that hole. Wait, if this place was black and white, then how would the colorful light come out of the ground earlier? This must just be a dream. I hope.

I sat under the most stable-looking dead tree and waited. I was bored out of my mind. So bored I played tic-tac-toe on the ground all by myself. I was crossing off a row of “Xs” and rewriting a new board when the ground started to shake. I looked up. There, at the horizine, was a wave of dust. It was coming closer and closer. Dang! I should have worn my contacts today! Finally, the creators of the wave came into my sight. They looked like buffalo, with large goat horns. They looked mean and nasty. But I came over fears, and walked up to them, calmly. I was less than 50 feet away from them now. They stopped at a crashing halt. “What do you want, moran?” one asked, he was a male, I think he was the leader. “Where am I? Who are you?” I questionly kindly “This is Trisolian, our kingdom. We are the Haters, we rule Trisolian. Now get out of our way, or we will run you over!” He barked. “Where is the color of your kingdom?” I asked quickly and quietly, hoping not to upset him. With that he turned around, and the whole pack rumbled in the opposite direction.

I walked for what seemed like weeks, months, years. No food or water. Surprisingly, I wasn’t hungry or thirsty. I walked through sad desserts, and dead meadows. Nothing alive in sight. Still, that music is so terrible. Finally, after climbing a somewhat mountain, I saw something. It was a gate. This was a start. Maybe. I ran to the gate, and guarding it, was a muscular otter on its hind legs wearing a navy colored police uniform and matching hat, with sunglasses I knew I had too in my closet. I pretended I couldn’t see him and open the gate, but he yelled “What do you want? Who are you?” I didn’t want me to punch me so I replied, “ I’m Lucy Umtifian and,” “LUCY UMTIFIAN? The REAL Lucy Umtifian?” His eyes practically rolled themselves right out. “Yes, that’s me alright. How do you know me?” I was really confused. “ Your great grandmother stopped the Haters once and you shall save us!” Before I could say anything, he pulled out a seashell and blew into it, and a high screeching scream came out. Then a golf cart came out from the gate, but the creatures riding it were different! They were 3 bears, but they were colored! One was pink, one was blue, and one was yellow. Their names were Ruby, Sky, and Sunshine. They told me that they were called Umtifians, and that my ancestors had originated from them. They told me that they had sent for me to save Trisolian, like my great grandmother did. They took me into a tunnel, which led us into a huge room. In that room was a large screen, and a tiny chair in front of it. On the screen was the male Haters leader, the same one that had been so rude to me. Ruby and Sky instructed me to use my focus to concentrate on what a perfect world would be.

I looked that Hater in the eye and focused. Color first of all. Rainbows, lush green meadows. Kindness in every corner. Then a piercing pain came into my head. I screamed. I heard the Umtifians trying to comfort me, but I also heard the Hater telling me that I was unworthy, ugly, and couldn’t even get a story published. He did not just go there! I thought to myself. I am worthy! I am beautiful! And my stories WILL get published one day! With that, the screen cracked, and I laughed. I did it!. I ran out of the tunnel, and the sky was blue, and the grass was green! There were rainbows and animals being kind to each other. Instead of the sad music, happy lively music played. I saved Trisolian! The Umtifians gave me a bracelet that said “Umtifians, strong till the end” it played happy music when I pushed the tiny button on it. I thanked them.

I don’t remember what happened next, but I woke up in my bed. I thought, oh it was just a crazy dream. As I stood up to go brush my teeth, something on my vanity caught my eye. The same bracelet! So it really happened! I grinned and pushed the button that played the happy lively music. I believed in myself ever since that day. Even though I get rejected from editors, I still know my true worth. Whenever I hear happy music, I think of the Umtifians, and when I hear sad or hurtful music, I think of how I overcame the Haters. Now I realize that this world is just like Trisolian. Good vs. Bad, and we have to work together to fight the bad.