Endey speaking:

I like Lupus. Sounds cool. And no, I won't be nicer. Well, maybe a little bit. JUST STAY AWAY FROM MY DRAGON FRUIT!!!

Endey out.

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SC speaking:

*rubs hands together* ooooh, someone dies. *giggles* I'm already thinking of three possible death scenes.

Also, can Endey get kidnapped by Malum? Cause they are taking way too long to get to this mountain. And I want to, ah, ... flesh out, Malum's character.

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Oh, and my sister brought home a poster she made for school calling for a dragon slayer. I'm  so proud!

What is this about me dying? I'm not dying! Deren is! Curse ye dragon lovers!!!

Shall I write a long-winded post because my sister has stopped playing chess on this laptop, in which Endey gets kidnapped and Deren dies? Absolutely, my friends!

Now, I've been formulating death scenes in my mind...

...whoever said that unicorns were nice, and pretty, and noble and kind? Personally I like Diana Peterfreund's killer unicorns... well, I'm in a funny mood, so prepare for sparkles.

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Endey Pracea

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...and out steps a unicorn. He or she or it stamped his or her or its hoof on the ground. "This is our territory! Go away, you smelly dragons!" I could almost hear the little bells and butterflies that should have been flying around.

Except for one thing. The unicorn...

...

...

...smelled. Like smelled like dragon dung. That and the fact that its horn had blood on it ruined the image of sparkles and prettiness. "This is our territory," it yowled, "and this is the last time that dragons will trespass on it!" It reared up. "One! Two! Three! We are not charging!"****

And then, of course, the unicorns charged.

What did we do? We ran. I ran the fastest. There is simply nothing to be done with a charging unicorn that smells. But I stopped just under the cover of trees, and watched the unicorns go by. Everybody else did too.

And then, of course, the dragons charged. Only problem was, some of them charged at us.

Next to me, Deren was shaking. He wasn't shaking because he was scared of the unicorns or the dragons. There was something deep about this shaking, the way it seemed to start from somewhere deep inside of him. Elyana was climbing onto Xell, but stopped midway and looked at him. "What's wrong?" she asked.

Deren raised a shaking hand and pointed at the ground. "Fewmets," he said.

"Huh?" Adela asked.

"Fewmets."

"Stop swearing at us," Anex said.

"Fewmets."

Draco shook her head. "Fewmets. The actual kind. Duh."

"Oooh," everybody said.

"Huh?" Adela asked again.

"Fewmets," Aleakim said, and nonchalantly shoved away a unicorn that had gotten to close. "Dried poop. Used to track dragons, or any kind of prey."

"That's great and all," I said over my shoulder, "but really, we're being attacked right now. Could we please talk about this later?"

"NO!" Deren screamed.

Corbinian knelt down on one knee and fired a poison crossbow straight at a unicorn who was charging toward Sunflame. The crossbow bolt hit the unicorn in the throat and it stumbled, then fell. That was some nasty poison. "Excuse me?" he turned toward Deren and asked.

Deren didn't respond, but a few seconds later, all shaking ceased, and he straightened up. "There is no problem," he said coolly. "There is no problem at all." He drew out a dagger and threw it across the field, more than thirty yards, and hit a dragon who was fighting a unicorn square in the eye. The dragon would be dead in less than five minutes.

Draco stared at him. "What the drake is wrong with you? That dragon wasn't hurting anyone except a unicorn!"

Deren smiled at her. "Don't worry, little human girl, you'll understand soon. All of you will. Well, almost all of you." He turned his weird smile on me. Human girl? What the drake was wrong with him? He was human, too.

The dragons that had charged toward us were now in fire distance. "Don't care!" I said, and turned to face them.

Only half a minute had gone by, but the battle between the unicorns and dragons was almost over, with the dragons as the clear victors. Part of the reason might have been that the unicorns kept shrieking "SPARKLES!"

For a while, at least, we managed not to focus on the fewmets. We slayed dragons instead. And Xell and company breathed fire, of course.

Somehow, they managed to get me separated from the others. There were just too many of them, after they finished battling the unicorns.

I was fighting two small ones and a medium size on at the same time. It would have been so easy if I could just have injured one of the small ones. But when my blade was just inches from puncturing a leg muscle or something like that, the other small one would present another threat, and I also had to contend with the medium size one.

It was Deren who finally managed to give me some help, but at the same time, a dragon that must have been twenty feet long joing our fight. Deren was shaking again. "Listen, Endey," he said when he could catch the breath, "I'm really sorry what I said about your sisters. But it just so happens that there's this crazy dragon voice in my head that keeps telling me to kill people, including you, and he's taken over once, and I can't hold him off much longer. And--"

The large dragon gave a swipe of his tail, and smashed Deren into the ground. Then the dragon stabbed his claw into his chest, and then I made quick work of one of the small dragons, then cut off the large dragon's head. The other two dragons decided to fight an enemy that was not quite so angry.

Deren was gasping. I had a small dagger in my boot, one that I almost never used, and I pulled it out now, but kept out of sight of him. Don't make me do this, I prayed to whatever gods there might be, don't make me do this.

"Endey," Deren said, "you...have to.... watch....."

"Watch for what?"

".....out."

And Deren Le Gren died.

I put my dagger away, silently thanking whatever gods there were, thanking them for not making me stab Deren in the eye. That wound was fatal, but it might have taken him awhile to die. One of the first things I ever learned that was of real importance, something that Ketira taught me, was that when something is in misery, and there is no chance of recovery, you kill them, nice and quick so they don't know it, a quick stab through one of the eyes. Strange that I learned that from my little sister.

Oh drakes, Endey, don't start crying.

Something pinned me by my neck to something large and scaly. Then that thing started moving.

Just before I blacked out, there was a rush of wind and blue sky.

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****Yay random Battle of the Smithsonian reference! Yes, that is General Custer.

Spamdragon says byby. Bye-bye, until my next post!

That was 1,109 words! I think I just beat my own record.