The light  seemed to be getting closer, and a pleasant warmness touched the little Elionai's face. He stared in wonder at light as Markal held it before is face. Elionai glanced up at Markal. "Can I touch it?" he asked. Markal smiled. "Sure, but be careful. There are little spikes on it. That's why I'm wearing gloves. "

Elionai nodded and looked closely at the glowing sphere, and indeed there were tiny spikes on it. Tentatively, he put a finger to the surface of the ball, avoiding the sharp little spikes. As soon as his finger touched the surface of the spere the glow went out with a small sigh, and the sphere was dim and gray, the color flat and lightless. "No!" cried Elionai, and he immediately took his finger away. 

But Markal smiled again and held out the sphere closer to Elionai. "Don't worry," he said. "It will come back. You should've left your finger there and say what happens."

The glow came back within a few seconds of Markal's voice, casting another yellow glow on each of their faces.  Elionai's eyes were captured once again by the slightly puslating light, a curious grin upon his lips. He put another finger out and touched the sphere. The light went out and a few seconds went by.  A flicker of doubt crossed Elioai's face, but Markal just kept smiling.

Tiny little cracks opened up on the surface of sphere, out came green and purle light and a growling sound. The cracks became bigger and bigger, green and purple light filling their faces, filling the room, getting brighter as the cracks got bigger. The growling becae louder as well. Elionai was fascinated by it all.

And then... The cracks stopped growing, and no sound came from the sphere.

All at once the sphere broke open, exploding in a frightful fashion. Shards of the sphere went everywhere, shooting off into te remotest corners of the room. The light was blinding. The growling sound came back agian and was more like a hih-pitched roar than a growl.

Soon the light dissipated, and all that was left of the sphere was a small roaring figure in Markal's gloved hands. "Pick it up quickly!" ordered Markal.

Without looking at exactly what Markal was holding, Elionai took hold of the roaring object. He was surprised. The tiny animal squirmed and roared louder. It had soft, damp scales,wings, and little horns on the top of its nose.

Elionai squealed with delight, bouncing up and down, the little animal screaming in his tight fist.  "You got me a pterodactyl for my birthday! Thanks, Markal!"

Markal laughed and took his gloves off. "Calm down, little brother. He's going to suffocate if you hold him like that. Here." Markal held out his hand.

Elionai stepped back, holding the little pterodactyl to his chest. "My dinosaur. You gave him to me! No takes backs.!"

Markal laughed again, still holding out his hand. "Come on, Ellay. Don't be a baby. I'm not taking him away."

Witha slight frown on is face, Elionai laid the little dinosaur on Markal's outstretched palms. "Now let him breathe a bit. He breathes throgh his scales, you know. Just look at him."

The pterodactyl was a mottle of purple and green scales, taht still glowed faintly. His wings were limp and pulled in to its chest. It's tiny tail curled around its feet. It head lay on Markal's palm, its eyes closed, its breathing was soft and regular.

Eilain became doubtful. "Is it ok?" he said, his voice trembling. With the sound of Elionai's voice, the pterodactyl's eyes opened to show a brilliant blue iris and infinitely bacl slit pupils. It lifted it's head and tried to stand, throwing its wings out for balance. All the while, the pterodactyl was looking at Elionai.  When it was standing, it folding its wings, ad squawked loudly.

"It must be hungry." commented Elionai.

Markal nodded. "Yes. It is. But before you feed him, give him a name."

Elionai came a step closer, looking straight into the dinosaur's tiny face. Eye to eye, nose to nose, where the boy and pterodactyl. The pterodactyl chirped.

Elionai suddenly looked up and grinned the widest grin Markal had ever seen on his ittle brother's face. "His name is Fort!"

Markal looked a little taken aback. "Fort? Are you sure?"

Elionai nodded enthusiastically. "It's Fort. He told me!"

Markal attempted a rye smile. "Ok. Fort it is. "  He handed Fort back to Elionai. "Now go to the kitchen. He's probably starving."

"Kay!" Elionai ran off, with Fort flying shakily at his shoulder, following him to the kitchen.

Markal shook his head as he watched his brother clumsily feed bits of raw meat to his new friend. Then he turned to the stairwell and snapped is fingers. A large sky blue pterodactyl flew down the stairs and landed on Markal's shoulder.

Markal scratched the dinosaur's chin affectionately. "Yep, we've got anoter weird one, Frame."

that's the whole story. It was more of a scene, but oh well. It was fun to write. I wrote it all in one sitting without planning or prowess. I've found tis NaNo season that I'm more of a pantser(a person who writes with minimal to no planning) than a planner.

Tell me honestly what you think. Thanks. 

Top!

I will try to do this when I have time but right now I’m supposed to be doing homework 

I'm just here to TOP! for Miss Banana!

Mine's gonna be really short since I have like 30 minutes to write this...

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The light seemed to be getting closer, and a pleasant warmness touched the little boy's face as he smiled.

With Genesis standing behind him and Six of Clubs, Jack of Hearts, and Ace of Spades surrounding him, Daniel should have felt scared.  And cold.  It was not the time to be imagining sunlight and happiness.

But yet he was feeling it.  He felt as if a glowing hand was reaching down into his lonely soul, and opened to help him up.  His cheeks flushed.  His eyes widened.  The tears in his cheeks evaporated as he realized what they wanted.

And then the light faded.  He was alone again.  They would never understand.  He was back in the real world, rain falling on his face and people he barely knew surrounding him.  He suddenly got nervous, and slowly crouched to the floor, curling up into a ball and sitting on the ground.

It seemed like an eternity before he felt someone touch his shoulder.  He jumped, and scooted away, unwilling to see who it was.  But then someone's shadow stood over him, and that same someone crouched down in front of him.

"Hey," the voice said softly.  Daniel looked up reluctantly.  Genesis was crouching there, smiling at him.  "Daniel, it's okay.  They were never going to hurt you," she whispered.

And then that light was there again in his soul, and he asked, "Where are thehy?" referring to the rest of the group.

"We're right here," said someone to his left.  The person who had touched his shoulder.  Six of Clubs.

"Sam, are you sure you should be doing that?  He doesn't seem entirely . . . stable," Jack of Hearts asked Six of Clubs.

"Shut up, Jack, you're scaring him!" Six of Clubs replied, lookie up at Jack of Hearts for a moment.  She turned back to Daniel, saying, "What do you say, Two of Diamonds?  Wanna join us?"  She held out her hand, and Daniel, Two of Diamonds, took it.