There has been enough procrastinating, so here is my post. 

Draco-

So. Bounty hunter weird girl thing is joining us. The others aren't objecting much. What had happened to the world? When did it all start going wrong?

Well, around the time the bronze clan was destroyed. Since then, I'd kissed a dragon slayer, killed a dragon, met a hag, befriended a Draceai, been given orders by (and disobeyed) the dragon gods, etc., etc. But never, never, had we been joined by somebody like this.

Or had we? What about Corbinian, who had shot Aleakim with an arrow? What about Endey, who'd been killing off dragons like flies, some of which I had known?

 A chilling thought entered my head: what about me? Me, Draco, who had attacked people for looking at her the wrong way, who thought with her sword, who let her anger control her.

 "She'll join us," I heard myself say.

Nova gave me a nasty glare. "Wow, didn't realize you had the veto power."

"What are wheat-ohs? Some kind of brekfast food?" someone asks, I wonder who. Not having a fancy pants education is an understatement.

"Let's keep on going then," Catrin reasons, interrupting what would have been a fun argument.

"I know where the waterfall is," Nova informs us. "We should reach it by nightfall. 

So, I forgot to mention this in the post, but Draco still Rey doesn't like Nova and is suspicious of her. Thank you. 

I really, really should be working on my Camp Nano, but... yeah, I'm posting.

Endeyrory Pracea

"Well," I said, "this isn't as hard as I expected." A thought occurred. If Nova was a bounty hunter, what was she doing so near elf, and apparently, hag territory? There wasn't really anybody to look for, out here? Was she maybe... Aleakim cut my thoughts off.

Aleakim glared at me. "Shut up and be quiet before you jinx it."

Nova smirked. Bounty hunters. I'll never, ever understand them. Okay, she tracks down runaways and kidnapped people for money, but she gets mad at me from protecting everybody from dragons that try to kill them? Plus, she seems to disapprove of me liking Draco. I can like Draco however much I want. It's none of her business, and it's definitely not a waste of time.

Corbinian looked up suddenly. Adela and Aleakim started. Then I heard it too. It sounded like some little baby dragon saying "rawr." But it was getting louder.

"He jinxed it," Arlen said.

"I did not!"

"Someday," Elyana said, "we are so taping his mouth shut."

Something poofed. Actually, three someones poofed. "Is this Narnia?" asked the little girl. She was holding a dagger.

"I don't think so, Lucy," the younger boy said.

"Techinically, we're still in Garcee," Catrin said.

"Crazy people," the older boy said.

"We've been poofing in and out for a lot longer than you have, Caspian," the boy said.

"King Edmund, with all due respect..." They poofed away.*

"That was odd," Nova said.

Elyana sighed. "Not for us, it isn't."

Draco glared at Nova. Under her breath, she said, "I don't trust her."

"I don't either."

"Good." Draco kept glaring at Nova.

The rawring was getting louder. Maybe not a baby dragon.

And then there were dragons in the sky. Or the sky was dragons. They kept snorting fire in the direction of the ground.

"How many dragons is that?" I asked Draco.

"Many unfriendly ones," she said. "Um... a hundred fifty?"

Somehow, we all managed to have weapons appear in our hands. Including me. Nova had a bow.

"HUMANS!" some dragon screamed. "WE HAVE COME TO EXTRACT VENEGANCE!" The air smelled bad.

"WE JOIN THE FLYING THINGIES!" something else screamed. "I AM TEDDY, PRINCE OF THE SPIKY ONES, AND YOU WILL BE SPIKED! OR BURNT. WHATEVER."

The air smelled, very, very bad. Drake it. I turned my eyes away from the sky to see the approaching unicorns. They soon had us surrounded.

Then my head snapped up, searching the sky full of dragons. The voice had come a bit from the east and sounded all too familiar...

The dragon rawred again and seperated itself from the others, flying lower. "YOU HAVE KILLED ME ONCE, HUMANS AND DRAGONISH KIN, BUT I SWEAR ON MISERICORDIA AND IMMITEM THAT YOU SHALL NOT DO SO AGAIN! DIE!!!!"

"What about me?" someone whined above all the roaring.

"Is that Hank?" Corbinian asked.

"This is going to take a long time to explain..." someone said from behind me. Everyone except Catrin and Nova spun around.

"Deren?" Draco asked. "Kerra?" They stood there, both in fully armed.

"What in the name of the draking gods is going on?" I asked.

Kerra shrugged and smiled. "Oh you know, the usual. You know that mage that took Hadrian Rilleyo and Anex?" We nodded. "That albino, Essrial? Well, she decided that it was high time she made things interesting and now she's let some dead things through and they're not really alive, she informed a bunch of hostile dragons of your whereabouts, and she had an argument with the Prince of the Spiked Ones and the Three Dragons Immortale about the proper usage of frosting... yeah. Basically, defeat all the bad guys, get the water, get the soulstone, come back, and she'll give back Hadrian and Anex."

"YOU WILL PERISH," the dragon rawred, a bit close for comfort. The voice made my brain roll. So many emotions and memories connected to one, single voice.

I turned and raised my sword. "I did it once," I said, "and I'll do it again. I'll do it every day of my life if I have too. You are about to be one dead dragon."

He snorted. "STUPID HUMAN. I HAVE AN ARMY OF DRAGONS AND AN ARMY OF SPIKY ONES AT MY COMMAND."

"And me!" Hank squealed. "I can divebomb people!"

"What is going on?" Nova asked, but she wasn't panicked.

"Oh," I said airily. "I'm about to kill the dragon who killed my sister and my mother and father. I'm going to kill him again. And this time, he's not going to want to come back. Say hello to...

...Malum."

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*Yes. Narnia. FOR NARNIA!!!

Ivy and Sam or Catrin and Nova: Sorry your characters are about to be so confused.

Everyone else: What?? I couldn't resist. The story was slow. What happened to chopping off dragon and unicorn heads off like crazy?

Also everyone else: If we get so unbelieveably stuck and near dead because Anex isn't here, we've got two backups: Elves and Essrial. And Ketira, possibly. But then she would try and kill us.

Again everyone: This just occurred to me: what if she were to bring back Con Rilleyo, on accident. Then he might try to rescue his son...

Again: I'm sorry. For making everything so complicated and confusing and incredibly long. Again.

Something else: Endey can't read. He can do a little math, but he can't really read. That's why he goes on about fancy pants education. I don't know when I'll work this in, but if one of you guys has a good spot to reveal it (after we get out of the mess my hyperactive imagination has created) then please do so. Until then, don't give Endey anything that he has to read. He also doesn't like people knowing that he can't read. Nobody knows.

So, let's just say that Deren has more of a plan that killing Draco. Apart from the fact that he wants her as a hostage, he's going to take any magic he got from the Three Blades (he actually sucseeds in this). Then, lure the others toward him and do the same for them. Keep building up magic, stealing it from everyone, I repeat, everyone. Take all the magic in the world, use trees and clothes as storage if nessesary. Then take over the dragon gods, take over everything. Rule the world, commune freely between the land of the living and the dead. 

Oh, gosh, Draco is so mad. Deren is so happy, he's dancing in my head. By the way, Deren isn't really crazy, he's just gone a little odd for being cooped up in the afterlife for so long. It happens to people, so now all his little emotions have built up and he wants porter. And to kill Draco, obviously.

Hm.... I'm trying to think of something intelligent to -- PASTA!

Message from Draco: he is NOT my ex!!! He was my friend! Up until now! 

I've been reading websites about writing lately, and I have decided to make a few tweaks to Draco.

- She can't swim, because, in Flintwall, nobles don't learn. Therefore, she hates all water that's deeper than waist-lenghth.

- She also doesn't know any more about nature things than she would have learned from living with the dragons

-She ran away when she was fifteen, not twelve

- She can't build a fire, because she had never needed to.

There. Hope she's a more realistic former noble now.  

Okay, a bit of procrastinating first:

I am starting to make Part Two on Scratch, not because I finished part one, but just because I'm lazy and brain dead. For those who don't know: Scratch is the name for a basic programming program where you can create games and animation. The same name is used for the website used to share these games and animations. I have used it to make projects of the old RP. I never finished, but am starting Part Two instead.

Also, I'm going to have no Internet for a week starting tomorrow afternoon. For real this time. 

And, also, about what Adela said: we ALL were affected by the Three Blades. Because we tried to put all the gems into the slots and then we were about to turn into dragons. But Elyana stopped the ritual. That's when Adela grew her wings. What Does That Mean To Us? A magical showdown, that's what.  

Draco~

There were many times when I'd gotten angry at Deren, but I'd never actually hated him. Not even when he let Twitterton get away, and not even when he had one of the three blades. Yes, not even then. Even then, I wished he'd be my friend.

Speaking of Deren, he's usually really good looking. Tall, strong, dark brown hair and blue eyes, you know the type. Some have said he's better looking than Troner, when they've had a drink and they're a little more impulsive and there aren't any knights around. But now, he looks anything but good. He's pure hatred, in fact. And Endey's worse.

Is this where competition leads them? Am I that important to them? Stop playing Princess Anjelika and face it, Draco: you are. 

Gah. Anjelika would have loved to be in this situation. In between two lovers, except she would have probably liked Deren, in fact. But I'm trapped here by a tree, and I don't carry daggers around. Only my sword, which is inconveniently pinned against the tree. Double gah.

Deren has straightened, looking fiercer than ever. Talk about dragon-fire in people's eyes. Or hair. I'm so sick of his nickname for me: Deren had called me dragon-fire or just fire ever since he found out what my name, Siara, meant in old Garceean.

"Scared, Endeyrory? Well, you should be, because I already am going to take Fire's magic, but there's been a change of plan, so I'll go for you first, and then for anyone else who gets into my way! There's a tribe of elves nearby, right? HAHAHAHAH!""

Deren's way of laughing had changed too. But if I had to make a list of things that had changed about Deren, it could fill up enough parchment to write a romantic novel, and there'd be enough left for a sequel. 

"I. Am. Going. To. Kill. You." I hear Endey hiss through gritted teeth. Oh, please, don't do anything stupid! Deren is unsheathing his sword. Deren, don't do anything stupid either, because anything stupid that you do will affect Endey, plus possibly me and Hunter Girl. She's watching this from the sidelines like it's an opera or something. Mabye I'll make up with her if we get out of here. Mabye. 

Endey's unsheathing his. "Endey, I said not to do anything stupid!?" I call. He appears not to hear me.

"Listen, you're acting like two knights fighting over a lady!"

Deren smiles at me. "That's almost what we are,"

"I thought knights valued honor! And don't call Endey a knight!" Okay, that last bit really was unnessesary. 

For a moment, Deren looks sad. "Even now..." he mutters. Then he turns toward me, and I suddenly feel like a blast of icy water has hit me, freezing me to the spot. I can't move. Great. 

Then, like two released rubber bands, both Endey and Deren rush at each other at the same time. The clangs seem louder than they should be, the swordstrokes faster than is technically possible. If it wasn't obvious already, they're fighting to kill, or even more than kill. 

Meanwhile, my feet start to feel warm. Lowering my eyes, I can see flames licking the soles of my boots. Gradually, the warmth spreads throughout my body and I realize I can move again. I run to join Nova, hoping against all hope that they'll see and stop, and too preoccupied to wonder how I'd just been freed. I should have known better; after all, I'd known Endey for nearly half a year.

Then, tendrils of glowing light start snaking around their blades,that the earth beneath their feet is becoming cracked.

Oh no.

They're using magic. 

Okay I’m already sorry about asking this but I’ve got to
ask. Can please join this RP even though I have no idea what has been going on
(I started reading it all but I’ve only got up to page 3 or 4).

I know this is probably annoying but...I’ve envy you guys
since I first found out about this RP.

Please?! I’ll be a good girl and do what you want. I'm to bad at RPing and i new to stop nagging (face palm).

Sorry I haven't posted lately. I don't have time to post now, so I won't be able to for several weeks because I don't usually have internet access here. So sorry!!! I will post as soon as I get back from Colorado.

Have fun in Colorado. Where are you going? I hope not near the wildfire.

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