Flute Among Trumpets

This is a school project about adventure stories. The elephant orphanage mentioned is the David Sheldrick Wildlife Trust's orphanage, found by Daphne Sheldrick.

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4. Change...,and Attack!

     While I was with the herd, I became best friends with Mithr, another calf my age. Her name meant 'splash' in Earth language, because her favorite spot was the lake. We were there now, drinking and swimming.

      Most of elephant-talk isn't trumpets, like people often think. It's mostly deep hums and booms that people can't hear. Calves use less of the booms, but still communicate with smaller hums. Body language says a lot too. So when Mahun called me, you wouldn't have heard a thing. Back to the story now.

      Mahun wanted me for my training. I had to think like an elephant. Despite my new body, I still held onto my rigid system of thought.

      "Nova," said Mahun,"You must let go of all your old rules. Even though you will return to your old form when it is time, you will not be able to unlock your gift if you don't let go." She took me to the lake. "Now," she said,"take a deep breath and calm your self. You need to swim with the beat of the river: strong, effortless, one with the water."

      I went through these exercises with energy; I was determined to crush the doubt and fear in my mind. I wanted to prove myself to Mahun and show her I was strong enough to do this. Changing is hard work though, and by the end of the day I was exhausted.

     Morning broke in a cloud of rose, dusting itself off with yellow, it fell onto the previously sleeping pachyderms. Despite the beautiful scenery, the herd was in chaos. Waves of panic swamped me the moment  I stumbled to my feet. I trumpeted in fright as I stared around, and blades of energy coursed through the ground and stabbed into me. I ran.

  

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