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Round Robin!
My very first ever RR thread! Who wants to go?
Samanterra's heart was racing in her chest as she ran. They were after her, but she was faster. At least, she hoped she was.
Leaping nimbly over a fallen log, she suddenly ran smack into a fence. No! She turned and ran another way.
Another fence! On and on and on...
But now they were catching up to her. Suddenly she heard his loathsome voice in her head.
"Running again, Samanterra?"
With a scream on her lips, she woke up.
Your turn! Do whatever you like with it.
Andy P. C. says vory. Very what? Mysterious? Interesting? Good?
~Wolfgirl67 signing off.
submitted by Wolfgirl67, age 12, The IW!
(June 3, 2010 - 7:58 pm)
(June 3, 2010 - 7:58 pm)
"Running again, Sam?" asked sharp Rulielle, the orphanage mistress of Kardale, a small town on the edge of dragon country. "I expect you've been told not to let dreams interfere, now get up."
"Of course, mistress," Sam replied, quivering. She'd had nightmares since the day, 2 months ago, she'd run away for the day and was nearly caught by dragons. Rulielle had beaten Sam, but it was the dragons Sam was terrified of. "I'll get to work." Sam scurried past Rulielle, out the battered door, and towards the mill where many Kardale children worked for a few coins. Her friend Otto, another orphanage resident, was carrying a bag of flour. His dark hair was in messy curls. "H-hi, S-sam. Y-you c-can g-get a b-bag t-to d-deliver over b-by th-the g-gate." He stuttered, as Otto always did. Sam nodded, grabbed some flour, then ran to catch up. But she had seen something, just over the fence. Sam knew that she wanted to glimpse the dragon one more time.
(June 4, 2010 - 2:10 pm)
OK, thread, to the top top top!
Andy P. C. syas zher.
~Wolfgirl67 signing off.
(June 5, 2010 - 12:58 pm)
She would have to be quick about it... if she was caught, it would mean one meal a day for a week and Samanterra was already too thin. All the orphans were, of course, but there was no sense in losing the meager meals she did get. She deposited the bag of flour into the white-caked hands of the mill runner and walked up to the Overseer.
The Overseer was just another orphan, naturally, but one of the older ones. Today it was Seumas and Samanterra silently thanked the Goddess for her kindness. Seumas was one of the nicer boys, not as prone to slapping and whipping as some of the others. He still carried the whip, though, and did use it on occasion. "Whaddya wan'?" he demanded, crossing his arms and looking down at her.
Samanterra gave him a quick respectful nod. "Morning, Overseer," she said politely. "I need to use the privy."
He frowned at her and for a second she thought he was going to refuse her, but then he nodded and reached down his shirt, pulling out a brass key attached to a string about his neck. He took it off and handed it to her. "Normally, I'd say ye was jus' shirkin' yer work, but we did have boiled cabbages for dinna las' night. Try to make it quick though, eh?"
"Yes, of course," Samanterra said, taking the key and blushing furiously. Boiled cabbage? What did that have to do with anything? He must think it--She blushed again and turned away, walking quickly past the mill and towards the forest, where the privies were located.
Once out of sight, she broke into a run and, timing it just so.... jumped, grabbing a branch and catapulting herself up into the air. She landed with a thump against the thick timbers of the fence, skinning her left knee but managing to hang on. She supposed that was one good thing about being so thin: it was easier to throw herself further in the air. She scaled the rest of the fence, grasping the sharpened tips of the timbers and looking around. She could have sworn she'd seen something to the east (her left) but it wasn't there anymore.
Disappointed, Samanterra prepared to climb back down when a shadow passed over her, making her heart stop. She froze. Dragon.
Oh please, Goddess, please! Let it be a stray! Please...
She looked up and her stomach dropped. The dragon wasn't striped like the strays. And it had a rider. Even from 30 feet below, she could see the perfectly white teeth as he leered down at her.
And then they dove.
(June 7, 2010 - 6:31 pm)
Samanterra didn't have time to think. She didn't have time to breathe. But the dragon and its rider pulled up a foot above her head. "Well, using the privy excuse, eh?" Sam looked up. A kind but proud face looked down. She was a little older that Sam. "I'm Firestel and this is Drumae." She gestured to the beast. "Now, I specifically hear your mind sat it wanted some freedom and a dragon, so don't deny it. Now, climb on, and lets get you come food." Samanterra was hooked when she heard the word "food". She climbed on, despite the bad feeling she had about this. They were about to take off when a voice came into hearing. "Ah, Firestel, caught a spy????" "Get lost Jerinoh, the king fired you for a reason." Then they were flying.
(June 8, 2010 - 6:49 pm)