Er.. should we time ourselves and comment on here? if so...

The stage coach rattles into the stop at near dawn. jerked awake by the sound, I wrench myself out of bed, ready to work. Henrietta starts dishing out niscuts as I run downstairs, but no time for that. I need to start feeding the horses, this must be important, to want to leave by 5. When I get downstairs, however, I find its more important than I could have dreamed of. And much, much, more dire. So much more dire. "Urgent message for the king," says Henry, Breathlessly. "But this pore blokes just dropped dead of exhaustion, and nerves, see. Just stopped and changed out horses at Peters stop down the road. And see, the reason I got ypu down here so quickly is, I need you to finish delivering the message". A message for the.., king? My heart jerked at the very thought of it. "Better get going, Harry", says Henry, looking sternly at me. "This just might be one of the most important moments of your life".

Ok, thats all I got to. Its not my best, and as you probaly noticed, all the names I just made up on the spot. But yeah!! Sorry for any grammatical/spelling errors. And just for the record I meant biscuts, not niscuts.  If I could keep going, it'd just be him delivering the message and then maybe something happens because of that, idk. Also, I didn't have this idea in my head, I never do realistic fiction so thought of it on the spot! 

Alright, this is my first writing I have really done for the CB, so lets see how it turns out...

*starts timer* *typety type* *ring-a-ring ring* 

I was sitting in my room, alone when I heard a sound at my door. I was reading in the dark, and that usually meant I was up longer than I should have been, so why would someone be at my door? I tip-toed over and peaked through the crack under the door, hoping I would be able to see a sliver of the person from underneath it, but there was nothing there. Strange. I was about to open the door, but hesitated. Whoever was at my door might not be someone I wanted to run into. For all I knew, they could be a robber - or worse. But, my curiosity got the better of me and I opened the door. There was no human there - there was a dragon! "Agh!!!" I cried, stumbled back and tripped over my own feet. I scrambled to get away, but the dragon flew toward me and landed at the ends of my feet. It was a small dragon, likely a baby, but the heat it produced still made my feet feel like they were in an inferno. "Get back!" I tried to yell, but my mouth was frozen shut in fear. I had no idea what I was going to do. 

Okay - here it is! If I were to continue the story, I would have the baby dragon carrying a message, maybe something that informed the main character that they had been called upon by the Elven Powers. The main character would then be wisked away without giving the dragon permission to take them and would land at the castle of Elven Enchantments to face judgement. She would learn that she was the grand-daughter of an evil enchantress only known by the name of Lady of Scars. The character would then realize why she had never met her grandmother and go on a quest to find her and save the Eleven Empire.  

Okay. So, I timed myslef and got a SOLID story idea. BUT...! It deleated. IT. FROGGEN. DELEATED!!!!!!!! So, I tryed to rewrite it from memory??

There was once an ancient civilisation called the Calians. The Calians were powerful, too powerful to be human. But they disappeared long ago.

In the modern day, a girl named Five is exploring her seaside town’s beach. She knows the stories of the Calians from her mother. Five discovers an ancient princess, who was trapped in a cave on the beach. The princess doesn’t remember anything; her name, her life, where she’s from. All she remembers is a simple spell with a code embedded inside.

With the spell as the only clue, the princess and Five go off on an adventure to unearth the princess’ past. The princess is slowly relearning simple spells, and Five seems to understand some magic, too.

Five… she may be the key. Is she?