Once upon a time, far away in the middle of a sparkling sea, there was a magical island called Camp-le-mont. Some say it existed in the era of the dinosaurs. Now it was a happy place with emerald hills, winding rivers, and a village full of special guardians. These weren’t ordinary villagers—they had funny names and amazing gifts.
There was Seewun , always on the lookout, SeeFreebee a close friend of another twin called Beabee. They continually wandered around the island.
Plus Seafyvebee and his close mates Seasicks, Seeseven, Seaate and Seenyne who were a formidable group for times of trouble.
All together they kept the island safe and sound.
Camp-le-Mont was a joyful home. The guardians danced in the moonlight, sang by the rivers, and shared baskets of juicy fruit from their orchards. High above the village lived Weismann, a wise old owl with silver feathers and twinkling eyes. She perched in a tall tree, watching over the island and giving advice when trouble brewed.
One stormy day, trouble did brew. From the murky land of Path O’gens, a shadowy place across the waves, came a grumbly army of spiky warring foes.
Their leader, Germ King, growled, “Camp-le-Mont is too nice! Let’s take their fruit and rivers for ourselves!” With a splash, the warriors of Path O’gen rowed over in rickety vine boats, their eyes glinting with mischief.
Seewun spotted them first from his watchtower. “Invaders!” he boomed. The guardians sprang into action. Seefreebee and Beabee zipped around and called on Seefive twin SeafiveB who in turn gathered his friends SeeSicks, Seesevan, Seaate, and Seenyne with his trusted sword. They were the Mont Army Corps, or MAC for short!
Seenyne and his friends hopped about, cheering, “We’ve got this!” and the gang sparked little explosions to scare the blobs away.
But the Path O’gens were too many. They squished through the barriers destroying everything in their paths. Laughing at the citizens of Camp-le-mont, Germ King roared, “Your island is ours!”
“More, more!” cried SeefreeB and SeeBeaB and the MAC defence force fought harder and harder. The land was getting messy and squishy, It was a battlefield like never before. orchards began to droop, the rivers turned murky.
The MAC guardians grew more determined “Path O’gens, enough!”, they cried. And soon the invaders blobs shrank, their spiky hats turning into floppy flowers. Germ King shook his fist.
“Back to your land!” or you feel the sword of Camp-le-mont cried the MAC. Then a whirlwind scooped Germ King up and his army into their boats, blowing them back to Path O’genia.
But now something even worse began to happen. SeefiveB and his MAC gang lost sight of their goal and became totally uncontrolled with rage. They too were now destroying their island and soon there would be nothing left.
The agency responsible for repairing damage anywhere on the island, known locally as the mont agency, could not cope with it all and it was running out of the materials they needed for repairs, and these materials were contributing to the melee on the island’s roads and streets. Many on Camp-Le -mont were saying that they could not get through blocked streets and had to squeeze hard through the rubble. Some felt they would explode.
Things were looking very bleak indeed.
In the past caped guardian Seeeffaytch would tell SeefreeB and Beebea to stop encouraging Seefivebee and his friends to fight blindly against their own island. That would be enough to calm these fearsome warriors to settle down to normal. This time the two friends could not do that and made more and more demands and continue amplifying the attacks. The destruction and damage of the once peaceful island grew even more devastating.
What would now befall the once peaceful magical island?
High in her tree, Weismann flapped her wings and hooted, “This is bigger than you can handle alone, my friend! You need help from the great Ekewliz!”
The people of Camp-le- Mont looked up, puzzled. “Ekewliz?” asked Seeeffaytch. Weismann nodded wisely. “She’s is of the Oohmab tribe and is the protector of balance, with a staff of starlight. Fly my fastest feather to her—she’ll come!”
Seeeffaytch grabbed Weismann’s silver feather and buzzed off across the sea, faster than ever. Seefivebee’s MAC fighters continued the self destruction.
Then a a dazzling light burst across the sky. There she was—Ekyewliz, riding a silver horse, her cloak shimmering like stars. “Thank you, Weismann!” she called, spotting the owl’s feather in the hand of Seeeffaytch’.
Ekewliz leaped down and twirled her glowing staff. It fixed itself to the Seefive twins and blocked Seefivebee from joining with his friends. Without Seefivebee there could be no MAC and their destruction of their island’s homes and villages ceased.
The people of Camp-le-Mont cheered as the rivers sparkled again and the orchards bloomed. See-Five-Bee buzzed happily, Seesicks danced with Seeseven and Seeate shared fruit with Seenine. They ran to Ekyewliz, shouting, “You saved us!” She smiled. “Weismann knew you needed me, and you were brave to call. Keep working together—that’s your strength- but not against your own land.”
Weismann hooted proudly from his tree as Ekewliz rode back into the sky, leaving a trail of stars. “I will see you again in fourteen days and then again as long as you need me” she assured them. Maybe my cousin Ravyewliz might be able to help you too , but he can visit only every couple of months but it will be enough”.
The guardians rebuilt their village, sang louder than ever, and promised to listen to Weismann’s wisdom. From then on, whenever clouds gathered, they’d look up and say, “We’ve got Weismann, Ekyewliz and Ravyouliz watching over us.”
And so, Camp Le Mont stayed safe and happy forever after.
Thanks for reading Camp-le Mont’s story. Maybe you could draw pictures to include in our book. For example of what you think a peaceful Camp-le Mont or SeefreeB or SeeBeaB or the Path O’gens in their boats would like and we will include them here.
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