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All-rightie everyone!!! Welcome back and for those who don't know yet, Kerra's going to die and we have a new enemy: Hadrian Rilleyo, yes that is Rilleyo's son. YAHOOEYYY!!!!!!!
So, who's with me? And Ferr of course!
submitted by Draco, age 17, Dragonland :) hehe
(February 7, 2012 - 9:13 pm)
(February 7, 2012 - 9:13 pm)
5 weeks later, after we've all mostly recovered and are now camped out in the middle of a thick forest. :)
(February 14, 2012 - 9:12 pm)
So.... we're still together? Okay...
(February 15, 2012 - 8:56 am)
Fine by me.
Draco~
The stars shone over the forest as I sat on a rock and watched the trees. We still haven't given up the habit of keeping watches.
And then, without warning, I snap into sleep. Or is it sleep?
I straighten up on a plain of black scales that I've seen before. And there stands a tiny gray dragon, that I've also seen before.
"Greetings, Siara Rizlak--"
I've already interrupted. "Okay, okay, skip the formalities. That was point one. Point two is that being a god is no excuse not to call me Draco. And, point three is that this would all sound much more impressive if your voice wasn't so... for want of a better word..... squeaky."
If dragons could blush, this one would have been a very pretty shade of maroon.
"Look, it's not my fault. I've been having a bad day today, and--"
"and I've been having a perfect day, until you ruined it," I mutter.
"And it's getting worse every single time you interrupt me!!!" Hank yelled.
"And it's getting worse every time you say something to me!!!!" I scream back.
Above and below us there are deep chuckles.
"Told you it would be entertaining, Mis," laughs the voice underground.
"Yes, brother. Especially with these types."
Hank looks even more furious. "YouhavedefiedthedragongodsinkillingMalumtheGreatandyoushall
beseverelypunished!!!", he screeches. Deren flickers at me and whispers, "The one you first met will join us," and I'm back on the same rock, with the same minor cloud in the sky above me.
O-kay. I, of course, heard that the dragon gods didn't want us to kill Malum. But why? And what did Deren mean???
Sorry it's short, I didn't have much time.
Spamdragon says cukz
(February 15, 2012 - 6:26 pm)
Did you have another idea? Wait, that sounded kinda rude. I don't mean it like that. :| I was just wondering if you had a different plan, cause I don't care if we use my idea or not.
(February 15, 2012 - 6:50 pm)
No, I'm sorry. I'm fine with that. It's better than my idea. I was kind of rude to you as well.
(February 16, 2012 - 4:06 pm)
This is very short, I know, but I didn't know what else to write. By the way, he arrives in the same place where the others are resting.
Arlen-
I glance behind me, looking for my attacker, but it seems he was swallowed up by the darkness. Every movement hurts me for an arrow is lodged in my side.
“We must land soon.” I tell Arach, my blue dragon, in Draconian.
He circles a clearing in the middle of the forest and gradually makes his way down to the forest floor.
I can feel the blood from my wound already dripping down my leg. Then I faint.
(February 16, 2012 - 11:38 am)
@Draco: It's fine. I don't care. :)
@E.M: Who were you planning Arlen's attacker to be? Because it could have been someone evil, or it could have been Corbinian. I know from experience that Corbinian has a...shall we say...inconveniant...tendency...to shoot first and ask questions later. Plus you fainting leads to believe you either lost a lot of blood or were poisoned.
Spamdraceai says winn. Win N. Who's N?
(February 16, 2012 - 6:10 pm)
You would know that. Hah.
Yeah, I wondered too. But then again, Draco's on watch. But I can change that if you want.
(February 16, 2012 - 7:06 pm)
Maybe (if E.M. meant for it to be Corbinian that shot her) Draco was on watch but Corbinian couldn't sleep, so when he saw a dragon vaguely the same color as Malum, he freaked out and shot. I don't know, just an idea. :)
(February 16, 2012 - 7:31 pm)
I'M GONNA POOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOST!!!
Adela-
A pain shoots through my body. I'm just waking up, when my sixth sense kicks in. (I said I had it long, long ago.
) I go limp, making the pain bearable. Ferr: sleep, Sunflame: sleep. All the dragons are asleep...
Little boy bleeding being carried by blue dragon. Blue dragon looking worried must get help wake up Anex and Adela... Adela no wake up... NO NO NO Adela not be dead, can't be dead, beat? Yes must get someone to wake rider... sixth sense? Adela, ADELA!
I'm shaken out of my trance with a yelp. Xandella is standing over me, while Anex is treating a boy with an arrow in his side. He is extremely pale. Ow. Headache. I ignore it and pull out some bandages. I grab Endeys dragon scale box and rush to help Anex. I ease out the arrow and Anex immediately applies the salve that he concocted. Anex and I wrap the bandages and I take his stuff to wash them. I steal one of Endeys spare tunics and a piece of dragon fruit. I hand Anex the tunic, some wet moss and a little bit of dragon fruit. I kind of don't want to see what's next, so I grab more dragon fruit and visit Draco at her post. Some of the others are starting to stir, probably because it's almost morning. Urg! Stupid headache. I'll ask Anex about that later.
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So, do ya think it's good? Please respond.;P Sorry it's so short.
(February 16, 2012 - 10:40 pm)
Yeah, the arrow was either poisoned or I lost a lot of blood. No idea. I like Aleakim's idea where Corbinian shoots me.
(February 17, 2012 - 12:56 am)
I'm on vacation for a week so I won't post! Keep posting! :D
(February 17, 2012 - 2:59 pm)
@ Elizabeth:
Ha! I'm going to Land Between the Lakes on the 27th. For a week.
Also, you might want to know that I have a tendency to post. A lot.
Draco~
Grinning at Adela, I slide down from my rock and go over to the boy. He's still pale, and his dragon is moving around restlessly.
"Can I have a look at that arrow?" Aleakim asks Adela. Adela nods and hands it over.
All of us except Anex and Adela (some of us are looking kind of sleepy) crowd around Aleakim to take a look at the arrow. Easy to recognise. We all look at Corbinian.
He looks sheepish. "Look, I'm sorry! I just-- oh, I don't know! I sort of--"
"Shoot first, ask questions later, huh?" I ask nastily. The encounter with Hank has left me short-tempered. Gods can do that to people.
"It looked like Malum, okay?"
"Your stupid poison!!! And MALUM IS DEAD!" I yell.
He looks hurt. I immediately feel ashamed.
"Sorry," I mutter.
Anex looks at us from across the clearing. "It seems that the Zorweed helped this time," he says.
The guy opens his eyes and looks around. Then he blinks, and looks around again.
"Yes, I am a slayer, and yes, he is a dragon lover, and yes, so are most of them, and yes, there are Draceai among us, and no, you are not asleep. Does that about cover it?" Endey asks.
The boy considers for a moment, then nods. "I'm Arlen."
"If you have heard of me, which I hope you haven't, then my name is Draco," I say.
The rest of us (except Endey) introduce ourselves. THen Endey asks, "What's with the introductions? Is he staying?"
"He can if he wants to," Elyana says coldly. "And besides, he's hurt pretty badly, and dragon lovers aren't exactly respected at the moment, remember?"
We all nod. Dragon riders could, before, walk around Tavensten and all that. Of course, they had to get used to dirty looks, and bringing in your dragon would be a bit too risky. But they had been allowed. Now all of the guards knew most dragon lovers, and walked around abducting them.
But they didn't stop on the lovers. They moved on to the slayers who weren't knights. Why?
I personally think that it's obvious. The slayers slay a lot more dragons, usually have longer lifespans, and are more civilized in any case. The King doesn't want his Knights and his Royal Family to have competition.
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Sort of an awkward spot to stop at but I have to eat dinner.
(February 17, 2012 - 6:55 pm)
@Elizabeth M: have fun! :)
(February 17, 2012 - 7:20 pm)
I noticed that, until now, I don't believe that we've acutally discussed dragon fruit in an actual storyline post.
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Endeyrory Pracea
I noticed something very, very critical.
"Why in the name of the BLOODY DRAGON GODS ARE YOU EATING MY DRAGON FRUIT????" I scream at Adela. My eyes dart everywhere. Anex is holding another piece. The guy who had an arrow in his leg also has one of my spare shirts wrapped around his leg. And is eating a piece of dragon fruit. Someone said something about Zorweed.
NOT MY DRAGON FRUIT!!!!!!!!!!
"BEACAUSE I WANT TO!" Adela screams right back at me.
"IT'S MINE!" I scream at her. "YOU HAD NO RIGHT!!"
"Well, sorry," she says. "But you know, it wouldn't kill you to share sometimes. How long have you had this stuff, hidden away? HM?"
I calm down enough to take a sensible view of the situation. "Okay, then. I traded one dragonheart for fifty dragon fruits and a dagger. That is equivalent to seventy Princes. The dagger would have cost twenty Princes, so that means you owe me one Prince. Because a different part went for medicinal purposes, that comes free of charge. Therefore, Adela, you owe me a Princess."
"You, Endey," Adela says, "are a big fat meanie and I refuse to pay." Did she just seriously call me a big fat meanie? Yes, yes, she did.
I'm about to speak up when I remember, once again, that Adela has an advantage in this relationship. I mean, how are fangs and wings fair?
Kerra coughs discreetly. "So, Arlen, you going to stick around or not?"
Arlen never gets a chance to answer, because just then, we are divebombed by a unicorn.
Yes, an actual unicorn in all its wonderful smelliness and sparkliness.
(February 18, 2012 - 5:43 pm)