Ella Ringel: A Short Story

By Ella Ringel

The Niagara falls wasn’t always a waterfall, I can tell you how it came to be. 500,000,000,000,000 year ago, before the dinosaurs there was something else living on earth, animals, including ones that we have now and millions more that we don’t have. The day was regular, except for in one place, there was a big cliff. That cliff was called the the death clif then, it was so tall that the animals never went near it after they found out how all it really was. Nobody ever went their, except for the foxes. They went here everyday to figure out how to stop the deaths there. Then one day one fox named Blaze found out that there were other animals there. There were coyotes, the coyotes would encourage the animals to go near there
because there was lots of grass for them to graze on. “I have to tell them.”
When Blaxe went back to her group she heard fox and coyotes barking back and forth. The foxes were angry, Blaze could tell by the pitch. She ran ahead and saw that the coyotes were forcing the foxes toward the ciff. Blaze yelled at the coyotes, “Don’t! Stop!” she yelled and yelled. The coyotes didn’t take notice of her thankfully.
She jumped on top of one of the coyotes and bit its shoulder. The coyote shook her off growling, Blaze ran up and started to fight it again, not realizing how close she was to the edge. The coyote let out a whimper as it slipped off the edge and fell into the black pit below. Blaze’s brother Fire let out a yell of triumph as the coyotes started to back away. Only to realize that more coyotes started to come. Blaze let out a yelp of fear as she realized that the foxes were losing. Blaze’s group leader, Moonfire, was fighting three coyotes at once, they were slowly driving him off the edge. Blaze ran toward him and knocked off one of them off the cliff. Blaze spotted two coyotes helping the biggest coyote fight off one fox, blaze gasped as she recognized the coyotes leader, Graymoon. She flung herself at him, forgetting all about the cliff and wrestled with him right off it. She screamed for her brother but he was nowhere to be seen. “Goodbye, brother…” she thought, as she fell into the darkness below. “Blaze?” called Fire, the battle had been won, and he couldn’t find her anywhere, before the coyotes left they had said “This battle is not over, for you have lost something very dear to you!” they called bitterly. “Well, it can’t be
Blossom, our mom, because she’s dead?” Fire thought. Now Fire was worried that it was Blaze that they had ment. He looked around and saw foxes crouching at the bottom of the cliff, he quickly ran down their to them, he sent his sister’s sent, but there was a weird thing to it. He gently pushed through them to see what they were doing, then he saw his sister’s body on the ground, her eyes staring into nothing. “NO!” Fire screamed “This can’t be happening...” he said. “...no.” He fell down, tears streaming from his face, into the hole. He cried all the way back to their home, from there he sat down at the edge and whimpered. Gradually more foxes came to join him, their tears filling up a lake and the lake streamed into what is now Niagara falls. The body of Blaze still lays in its depths, untouched for all those years.