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240 THE CLARENCIAN 2024-2025What am I?%u201d%u201cNight and day,%u201d said the boy almost immediately. %u201cThat%u2019s not fair! You must have heard it before,%u201d cried the wyvern. %u201cI will ask you another and you must answer me this.%u201d The boy agreed and the wyvern began:%u201cWhich creature has one voice and yet becomes four-footed, two-footed and three-footed?%u201d %u201cMan,%u201d said the boy again almost immediately and the wyvern had no choice but to let him go with the silver. The boy walked out of the cave and started towards his village, the wyvern watching him with hate. The stars had begun to peek out and the sun had almost disappeared. The wyvern needs to read more books, thought the boy to himself as he walked towards the village. He decided not to disturb the wyvern after that but when asked where he got the silver from, he would simply reply that it was from a friend in the woods.Nathen John Vinod11 ScienceShe stared at her reflection in the glass door, her mind swirling with questions.Taking a deep breath, she stepped inside. The room was quiet, except for the soft sound of pencils sketching on paper. She found an empty easel, unpacked her supplies, and stood frozen, staring at the blank canvas before her. No ideas, no inspiration%u2014just a heavy silence.%u201cFirst time here?%u201dAmy turned to see a girl beside her, her apron splattered with paint. %u201cI%u2019m Veronica,%u201d she said with a warm smile. %u201cWhat%u2019s your major?%u201d%u201cArt,%u201d Amy muttered, embarrassed by her hesitation.%u201cAh, the classic first-day nerves,%u201d Veronica said, grinning. %u201cI%u2019ve been there. Want some advice?%u201dAmy nodded.%u201cDon%u2019t worry about making something perfect. Just start. The blank canvas is only scary because we give it too much power.%u201dVeronica%u2019s words struck a chord. Slowly, Amy picked up her brush and made the first stroke. One line turned into another and then colours started to flow. Hours passed, and soon, her canvas came alive with vibrancy.When she stepped back to admire her work, Amy smiled. It wasn%u2019t perfect, but it was hers. And for the first time, she felt like she belonged.The Blank CanvasAmy stood outside the painting lab, her heart pounding. She had always dreamed of studying art, but now, in the first week of college, doubt was creeping in. What if her work wasn%u2019t good enough?