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Footsteps echoed in the hall as a dark figure made their way down it, sliding carefully along the wall. A heavy cloak hung over their eyes, shielding their identity from the outside world. The hems of their black garment rippled as they vanished around a bend, clutching it close to their body. As they skidded into a hallway, suddenly a bright flash of light reflected in their eyes, a beam from a flashlight.
Angry yells coupled with the tromping approach of guards, and hurriedly the cloaked figure whirled around and took off, their hood pulling off and showing a length of thick, silver hair.
“Ey, girl!” an irate man shouted, his blue uniform tight against his skin as he gave chase to the rapidly fleeing character. However, she gave no response—not that he had expected one. “After her!” he roared to his lieutenants, and with a slight stumble four men raced past him, yellowish light cast over the dark corners and revealing beady black eyes. With a squeal the rodents loitering in the darkness skittered away the girl and men just behind her darted past.
Her heart thundering in her chest, she wheeled around a corner and spotted her one solace—what she had been looking for this whole time. Fumbling with a remote in her pocket, she dragged it out with numb fingers and hurled it at the wall, feeling immensely relieved when she saw a panel bend back at the contact. Within seconds she vanished through the wall, melting through solid brick and stone.
Panting, the men rounded the corner and stopped short as they were met with a blank expanse of concrete, impossible to get through. Dumbfounded, the men walked up to it and shoved the shoulders against the wall, but it didn’t yield.
“Come on, men,” the chief grumbled, waving a hand and leading his officers away. “She musta gone down a different path. Ain’t no one who can get through a solid wall.” Hesitantly the officers stepped away from the concrete and followed their boss, casting one or two perplexed glances back. They were sure she had gone through there—but how, they had no idea…
Inside the wall, the girl released a massive breath of relief as she heard the men’s footsteps recede. Shuddering, she quickly loosed the cloak off her shoulders, sighing at the close scrape. She hadn’t been sent here to get captured, so she’d better do what she was meant to and get it over with. Tracing a finger along the outside of the circular room, she slowly felt her way across it until she reached a groove in the wall, one carved by expert hands. Removing a glassy blue bottle from a bag at her waist, she dipped a finger in the choking potion began to fill in the lines with it.
Just as she was finishing up, a slow grating sound from behind her made her whirl around in fear, spotting two icy-blue pinpricks of light glowing in the darkness. A guttural purr followed, and quickly a snake-like neck emerged from the darkness, followed by a reptilian body and two leathery wings.
“A dragon?” the girl whispered, pressed against the wall as the runes dripped potion behind her. Snorting, the dragon crept from the darkness, flaring its ruff and blinking its eyes like a hatchling. It was just then the dragon seemed to notice she was there, and poked a curious nose to her shedded cape.
This wasn’t supposed to happen…
Will she:
A. Try to attack the dragon
B. Try to run back out the into the hallway
C. Try to tame the dragon
D. Do nothing
Two days will be allotted (from your world’s March 7 to March 9) for voting upon her choice. The day of March 10… the story will continue, by the most popular choice voted. Do not forget this thread, for it wouldn't forget you. As long as you keep it on top, her saga will be told.
Her story is in your hands.
Will you?
Won’t you?
(Feel free to guess my identity, though there’s no telling if I’ll reveal it.)
submitted by All, age Everything, Nowhere
(March 7, 2017 - 3:46 pm)
(March 7, 2017 - 3:46 pm)
I pick C
(March 8, 2017 - 6:34 pm)
Great idea! I vote for A.
(March 8, 2017 - 7:12 pm)
(March 9, 2017 - 9:52 am)
I vote D.
(March 9, 2017 - 11:35 am)
I vote C. I have a soft spot for animals, and I think that the dragon deserves a chance. I'm big on taming wild animals, and humane treatment.
(March 9, 2017 - 12:07 pm)
(March 9, 2017 - 6:00 pm)
I'm going with D
(March 9, 2017 - 7:06 pm)
I would prefer C, because I LOVE dragons.
(March 9, 2017 - 11:16 pm)
C!
(March 9, 2017 - 11:28 pm)
KG, here And if you didnt notice I vote C!
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(March 10, 2017 - 8:18 am)
(March 10, 2017 - 7:42 pm)
(March 10, 2017 - 7:46 pm)
I'd like to ask permission to create a Will You, but I don't want to copy you, and if you say yes, it'll be a totally different scenario.
(March 10, 2017 - 7:48 pm)
Go ahead! All I'd appreciate is credit for the idea.
(March 11, 2017 - 12:54 pm)
Will you?
[You have chosen C]
- - - - -
Her breath shuddering in her throat, the girl’s mind raced as she tried to think of what to do. At first she thought she might lunge for the dragon and fight it, but then she realized the state the wall behind her was in. If she were to get shoved against the rune and destroy it, the consequences could be—catastrophic. Swallowing hard, the girl slowly leaned down and held out a trembling bare hand to the dragon as it snuffled in her limp cloak.
Chirping, the dragon raised its ochre-colored head, yellow eyes gleaming with interest, and reached out to her. A forked tongue shot out of its mouth, and it was all the girl could do to not yank her hand away. Eventually, though, the dragon purred and looked up at her, pressing its triangular head into her palm. Immensely relieved, the girl carefully stroked the dragon along its spiky neck, chuckling as she heard it let out a series of pleased clicks.
“Hey, little guy,” she greeted the dragon as its thin tail snaked along the ground. “I’m Caroline. Nice to meet you.” Her face split into a grin as she heard the dragon mewl back, almost feline and avian in its speech.
Thank goodness this had worked—she wasn’t sure what she would have done otherwise. Determinedly not thinking about it, Caroline let her stance relax a little and turned back to the rune. Dipping her bare hand in the potion again, she smiled as she heard the dragon cavort around behind her, clearly feeling much safer than before.
However, she froze in terror once she saw her hand.
Right in spot where the dragon’s tongue had touched her was a tiny patch of gleaming silver scales. Terrified, Caroline nearly dropped the potion bottle, only catching it at the last second as she tried to scrub the scales away on the hem of her tunic. Where had that come from? What kind of powers did this dragon hold?
What would happen if this spread?
Trying to shy her mind away from the scales, Caroline concentrated on the task at hand. After a few more moments of careful tracing, she had just about filled the rune carving in entirely. Taking in a deep breath, Caroline dabbed in the last drops of the blue potion. Immediately the rune blazed with light, forcing Caroline to shield her eyes. Excitement poured through her body as she imagined what she could do now, what she would be able to reach with this rune's power.
But just when she was about to receive It fully, a wailing sound came from outside. Distracted, Caroline whipped around and was shocked to her core when she saw the seemingly solid wall ripple and bend, and in another second it had snapped forwards to release a human figure from it. They skidded across the concrete floor, crashing into the wall and abruptly cutting off the glowing light, and Caroline watched with horror as it faded to darkness once more. The dragon squealed in fright and jumped onto Caroline’s shoulder, clinging on with sharp claws as it cowered on her. Outrage exploded in the girl’s mind as the figure unsteadily rose to their feet, stumbling slightly. She raised her hand, about to strike him for his foolishness.
That was when she saw the patches of gold scales splotched across his body, and his reptilian-like slitted green eyes.
What should she do next?
A. Ask him “Who are you?”
B. Set the dragon to attack him
C. Ask him “Where did you get those scales?”
D. Try to reactivate the runes and ignore the boy
Two days will be allotted for voting, from your world's March 11 to March 13. On March 14, her story will continue. Do not forget this thread, for it never forgets you.
Her story is in your hands.
Will you?
Won't you?
(March 10, 2017 - 9:24 pm)