We have two different interpretations from last weeks class. Check them out. The first is from Jessica. I think I will let her explain it to you in class!  You can find it  by clicking the link below. The second, which you will find complete here is from Yalitza. Enjoy!!!

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Scribe: A bard’s tale, the 319 chronicles
Once upon a time in very close land, existed the kingdom of UPRM, a place where its citizens were free to think and knowledge was accessible to everybody, even Camelot envied this kingdom, but our story does not set itself there, our story is set, in a small village within the UPRM kingdom, it starts in the village of Chardon 319. It was one of those sunny days, where farmers’ farm and professors profess, but for the sorcerers that came from near and far to the meeting that would occur there, it was more than that, it was the day the sorceresses and sorcerers would learn to decipher and respond to that mysterious language that had been driving them crazy since they became sorcerers, the forbidden language of the tribes, the language of “students papers”.
Everything was ready, the meeting point was established, and everyone who was someone was there. Even the Queen of Letters, Queen Ellen accompanied by her fun jester “Francheska”, who opened the meeting with a game to release tensions. Suddenly, a dark cloud covered  319, and the weather became the attendants worst enemy, it was “Old school Professor” the evil magician, who was against the rule of Queen Ellen and decided that the sacred knowledge should not be passed on, for his kingdom “IamsuperiorthanU” would be lost if sorcerers and tribes worked together. And with a chilling breath he robbed Queen Ellen of her spirit, and took her away.
The sorcerers were in shock, nobody knew what to do, so a council was assembled and all the sorcerers and sorceresses were there, a solution to the problem needed to be found; suddenly Sorceress Yazmin, with her snake skin robes stood up and said:
Yazmin: Brothers and sisters in sorcery, we know that what happened here was a tragedy, but we must take action into our own hand, Queen Ellen, must be retrieved, the sacred knowledge, must be given to the tribes. I must give my tribes that base on writing so that they won’t feel lost. They need that base, so that later they can be as accurate as possible and communication can keep on flowing among the spheres, for them, and also for us, accuracy is vital.
Sorcerer Gerardo, who was sitting on a corner studying the situation, stood up afterwards and said with a firm voice:
Gerardo: She’s right, the ancient knowledge must be retrieved so that the tribes can follow a clear path when writing.
Marien: They are right, the tribes must be allowed to speak their minds…
Yazmin: Not only that, they must be encouraged to develop their potential, and it is up to us, we ust rescue Queen Ellen.
After hearing this, one of the council members stood up and answered to the Sorcerers,
Council members: Your intentions are noble, but how are you going to rescue Queen Ellen?
Yazmin: I know, the perfect warriors for the job, we must summon the guardians.
Council members: That’s dangerous. Once the guardians are released on the world again the cannot be sent back to their dimension.
Yazmin: So what? The guardians are there to protect and spread knowledge, not to be adored as statues on the sacred hall.
Council members: Do the other sorcerers agree?
Gerardo : Yes.
Marien: Yes
Council Members: then let the guardians be released.
Suddenly, blinding lights appeared in front of the sorcerers and when the lights started fading away, two female figures appeared in front of the sorcerers. It was the guardians, Blanca the guardian of the neon pink nails of writing, with her power to produce thoughts and topics to develop, and Sandra, with her wild colored beads of  equality, which allow the sorcerer to see the tribes as equals and be open to build the trust needed for success to acquire the sacred knowledge to bring the tribes and the sorcerers together.
Sandra: Why have we been summoned?
Blanca: Is the time already here?
Council Members: Queen Ellen has been stolen, seek the oracle, get answers and find her.
Blanca: What do we get in exchange?
Council Members: Your freedom.
Sandra: Consider it done.
So Sandra and Blanca left the council room and travelled through the land looking for the oracle of Lidsay, when they finally reached their destination, the guardians took a round of rock, paper, scissors to decide who was going in.
Blanca:(proudly) Ha! I win.
Sandra: (confused) What is that supposed to mean? You lost.
Blanca:(playfully) Nop. I win, because I wanted to go in anyways.
Blanca slipped into the oracle’s lair and summoned the oracle:
Blanca: Hey, oracle, need you here, now.
Lidsay:(angry) that’s no way to summon me! I am the oracle of Lidsay!
Blanca:(ironically) Yeah, great. Can’t you just give the info I need so I can move on?
Lidsay: It all depends on what they write and their experience on writing. Their writing must have a purpose.
And the oracle disappeared into the air.
Blanca: (in astonishment) What? What is that supposed to mean? How is that going to help me? What kind of oracle are  you?
Lidsay:(angry) One that doesn’t like rude guardians. Now get out!
Blanca: Okay, okay. Don’t sweat it.
And just like that Blanca left the cave and reunited with Sandra, she gave the information to Sandra and Sandra was able to make something out of it.
Sandra: It means that we need the help of the tribes.
So Sandra and Blanca went back to talk with the sorcerers where Yazmin was expecting them. Blanca and Sandra gave the information to Yazmin and it was Yazmin who talked to the other sorcerers about it.
Yazmin: We must let the tribes know that what we do, is not to judge them, it’s not to penalize them but to help them.
So the sorcerers reunited, found a way to communicate with the tribes and together found the way to beat the forces of  “Old school Proffessor”, so they could finally rescue Queen Ellen, once rescued, Queen Ellen reminded them of what they had discovered with their amazing journey.
Ellen:(majestically) The sacred knowledge is based on how much trust is there between sorcerer and tribe members. Trust is about the tribe members feeling that is okay to share their work, but as you experienced, trust must be built. As this experience has also taught you, you don’t need anybody else but yourselves to keep this happening and make sure that this knowledge is never lost again. The best way to keep this knowledge from disappearing is by sorcerers and tribes working together against the influence of “Old school professor:” minions and the kingdom of “Iamsuperiorthanyou”. Never forget sorcerers that you are supposed to guide the tribes not to impose yourselves to them, everything you share with them in the language of “student papers” should be relevant to them, not to your purposes.
After this, there was a big celebration, celebration that the Guardians admired from afar for they were afraid that the council members would not keep their word of letting them keep their freedom, but sorceress Yazmin knew where they were and she followed them:
Sandra: (with distrust) What do you want sorceress?
Blanca: Our part is done, leave us alone.
Yazmin: I will, I just wanted to thank you for your help.
Sandra: (with distrust) You are welcome sorcerer, now leave us alone.
Yazmin: Just one more thing, out of curiosity, what will you be doing now that you have your freedom?
Blanca: We are infiltrating into the “Iamsuperiorthanyou” kingdom, we heard there is a tribe there suffering from inequality when it comes to gender and writing.
Sandra :( with conviction and sounding interested) Yeah, that should keep us busy for a while.
And so the guardians parted, to a new land with old rules that needed some to be broken, some amended and some replaced.