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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)
My real name is Katia. Sorry.
MUSTACHE MAN!!!
(March 24, 2012 - 12:17 pm)
OK. Just had to ask. :) Go, mustache man! XD
(March 24, 2012 - 3:23 pm)
Okay, just realized that the music that I used in Recent Art really reminds me of Aleakim for some reason.
Anyway, Deren~
I sit at the edge of the Pool of Ripples, and watch Troner and Ketira walk through the forest. "Could I summon one of them again?" I think. But only the dragon gods can do that. Then I hear a familiar voice.
"Deren?" Kerra breathes.
"Kerra? Oh, Kerra, you died?" I ask in alarm-- but I can't hold off a smile.
"I did?" she gasps. "Oh, yes!! That-- that-- that thing was about to kill Sunflame. But--"
Then she spots the figures that have just stepped out of the darkness. "Kerra!!"
"Mom? Dad?"
I watch the happy reunion, smiling to myself. It was nice for Kerra-- all that I loved was alive.
(March 24, 2012 - 8:33 pm)
Okay, here's the deal. It is 4:07, and I have until 5:25. I will post, it will be a long, regular, decent post full of funny stuffs, and.. yeah. Okay. Well, it might not be that long because I have another tab open in Internet Explorer and it says "Watch Doctor Wh..." And I very much want to go watch Doctor Who. Quitting tab now. Turning on awesome Hunger Game music now. Abraham's Daughter = awesomeness in sound. Okay. Pep talk for SC over.
List of people: Endey, Draco, Corbinian, Anex, Aleakim, Adela, Elyana, Arlen
Dragons: Xell, Xandela, Ferr, Arach.
Here goes nothing.
Enderyrory Pracea, dragon slayer.
ARGH!! EVIL PLOT BUNNIES!!
Again.
Endeyrory Pracea
All those times, when we were younger, and I said that I wanted to cut my sister's head off, I never actually meant it. Well, there was that time when she ate half of my apple pie... but even though she nearly got us all killed, and sided with Malum, and was a really big jerk, I've never, ever, really wanted her to get hurt. Or die. Or have her head chopped off by me.
And, actually, I don't want to chop Ketira's head off. Because His Royal Oilyness Prince Troner has just walked in, and he has his arm around Ketira in a protective manner. Therefore, I want to chop his royal head off because MY SISTER CAN DEFEND HERSELF JUST FINE, YOU IDIOT and because KETIRA, YOU ARE NOT OLD ENOUGH TO START DATING.
Draco at Troner with such ferocity that I'm pretty sure he's supposed to float away in little bits of shame and fear. He looks mystified for a moment, then arranges his facial features in to glare back at her. At least I think it's supposed to be a glare. It kind of looks like he has food poisoning.
Finally, His Royal Idiotness Prince Troner draws himself up and puffs his chest out. "You lot are going to be arrested on account of being friendly with dragons, not killing dragons, and doing something to Lady Ketira." He turns to her. "Uh, er, what exactly did they do?"
"They tried to get a dragon to kill me," Ketira, wait, Lady Ketira says. Since when is my sister a Lady with a capital L?"
Troner
turned back to us. "And all that stuff. You will be tried, and be sentenced to death by hanging, probably. Seize them!" he yelled. We turned around, not quite sure who, exactly, he was talking to.
Oops. It would seem that we are surrounded. By a lot of knights. A lot. Somewhere around a hundred fifty, I think?
Aleakim let out a really nasty swearword. Something about eating dragon poop.
I turned to Arlen. "Right. Yeah. We haven't been introduced properly, have we? I'm Endeyrory Pracea. I'm in love with Draco. My sister is standing next to the evil dude who's about to try and capture us. I like apple pie. Don't steal my dragonfruit. Nice knowing you, it's been fun, all that, yada yada yada, have a nice life, and I hope you don't die."
"Am I late or something? I brought more seaweed!"
Oh my gosh. It's Twitterton.
We all turned around. "Why?" Draco muttered. "Why am I so cursed that every single enemy I ever made in my childhood and who I never ever wanted to see again keeps showing up? That's everybody except Deren."
A soft wind rushed over the tree tops.
"On my mark!" Troner yelled. "And keep them away from those beasts!" Ketira has untangled herself from his arm. That's my sister! Ack. She's not on my side anymore, is she? Well, actually, we never were on the same side for capture the flag. But we were for soccer.
"They have names, you nimcompoop!" Adela yells.
Troner stops. "They do?"
"Duh!"
"What are they?" Aleakim is slowly edging in to the air.
Adela must have noticed. "That's Ferr, that's Xell, that's Xandela, and that's, uh, what's his name again?"
"Arach," Arlen supplied.
"That's Arach."
Troner considered. "Okay then. On my mark! And keep them away from those beasts!"
He makes a motion with his hand like a high five, but there's nobody else there. That would be the mark then. I drew my sword, Corbinian readied his crossbow, Draco drew her sword, Elyana leaped onto Xell, Aleakim shot up with a mouthful of fire at the ready, Arlen drew his sword but adjusted his bow so he could grab it as needed, Adela looked ready to claw somebody to death (and I had no doubt that she was completely capable of that) and Anex was, Anex was, what was Anex doing? For that matter, where was Anex?
I whipped around, and saw him lying on the ground with an arrow in his shoulder. He looked to be unconcious, maybe dead.
"Hey!" I yelled. "Behin-" my voice was cut short as an arrow appeared, as if by magic, just below my collarbone.
Almost instantly, I fell into a deep, dark, sleep.
*
"Wake up, you idiot!" someone was whispering. "You have to wake up!" Now that person was screaming at me. "YOU HAVE TO WAKE UP!"
"Huh?" I asked, with great intelligence. Deren's face swam into view.
"You have to wake up, Endey, do you understand me? You have to go back, and you have to wake up, because you're not dead, but you're not exactly alive, either! And nobody else came popping by, and there's something wrong, because if you stay here much longer, you will be dead!"
"Okay," I said, and closed my eyes.
I opened them. Deren groaned, and I noticed Kerra standing behind him. "Here," she said, "I think I have a solution."
There was a thud in my head that felt a lot like a foot.
I opened my eyes. Bars. Clinking. Clanking. A road, receding. The sound of slow hoof beats.
A moving jail cell.
"Stupid arrows," I said.
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I don't want Hadrian to die. I like him. A boy avenging his father's death with nothing more than the wings on his back? Not so bad.
(March 25, 2012 - 5:12 pm)
Awesome!! I'm not sure if you meant only Endey to be taken prisoner, but if you did and you really really really did, just ignore this post. But I hope you don't.
Draco~
As Endey flops to the ground, I'm not proud of it, but I scream the ever-popular NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!! THen I rush at the nearest knight, not caring if he's the one that shot the arrow, because I'm going to kill them all, and then... well, actually I'm not sure what I'm going to do then. Mabye somehow killing all of them will make Endey come back.
Don't worry, I didn't play too much revenge-style dodgeball as a kid. My mind just can't accept the fact that Endey might be dead. It... redecorates things. Things I feel strong about.
Before I can attack even one knight, someone grabs me from behind. As I break free of him and turn around to face him, chop him in half if that's what it takes (and, with an angry me, that usually is what it takes) I see....
Corbinian.
"Draco, Draco, listen to me! You have to listen, I know what's in these arrows! We might have already lost Endey and Anex, and..." he grabs me again, and is broken off, because one of them pierced Elyana.
"...make that Elyana too. Draco, I have to do this. This won't kill you."
And then, he sticks one of his arrows into my arm, just like that. Everything goes fuzzy, and then black....
~~~
I awaken in a long chain of carriages. With bars. And pulled by horses, thin and underfed. I have seen these before-- everyone knew the royal family's prison carriages. The horses would be taken from peasants, and even now, my heart burns with anger.
I'm sharing one carriage with Arlen and Corbinian. Corbinian crawls over to me.
"Draco!" he whispers urgently. "It's okay, I think. Everyone's awake, and I managed to knock out everyone else."
My face was probably something that people would stand in lines for hours and pay hundreds of gold Princes to see. Corbinian sighed.
"THat poison was Voidblossom," he explains. "It... doensn't kill you. You're sort of... in between. It's up to you to get away quickly, or stay that way forever. Eventually, you die." He nods as I shudder. "I've never used it. What I used was simple Insedis herba (look this up on Google Translate, I couldn't think of anything, so I typed in... well, you'll see). It does no harm."
I nod, then look around quickly. "Where's Endey? Is Elyana okay? What about Anex? Were we all captured?"
"We're all okay," Elyana reassures me. "But we're all here. As for Endey, he's behind us."
I look, and in the cell behind me, there he is. I lean against the bars.
"I really want to do something to you right now, Endey," I say. "Mostly just hug you. And kiss you, possibly."
He smiles at me, before one of the knights riding next to the carts gives us a Look.
~~~
The carts after a couple of hours, arrive in the square before the Grand Palace. As I look around, I can see almost all of Flintwall's nobility there, except for my brother Kell. As I look up, I see him. He's standing with the royal family, holding the hand of the princess Mirande (pronounced Mih-RAN-dee) reasurringly. She tells him something, and he laughs.
I scowl at Endey. "You're not the only one who has siblings dating the royal family," I tell him, pointing at Kell. He was my favorite brother. Stupid princess.
King Twelfight stands up. "Welcome, one and all, to this felicitous occasion. We have decided that, since these lawbreakers have defied Us and Our Rules, they will be put on trial and hanged!" The crowd applauds.
Corbinian looks at me in shock. "How do they know they're going to hang us if they're going to put us on trial first?"
I smile at him sadly. "Corbinian, if you think that's unjust," I tell him, "try living here for twelve-and-something years.
(March 25, 2012 - 8:52 pm)
Arlen-
Captured.
I never thought I’d have to go through getting an arrow stuck in me, being bounced around in a carriage and waking up in a cell again, but in this new land everything can happen.
We find out that we’re to be hanged while we’re standing in front of a cheering crowd. It seems too late to escape.
“I think we need a plan.”
“Stale apple pie,” Endey sounds bored.
“Oh really? I wouldn’t have thought of that,” says Draco sarcastically.
“Just trying to help.”
She snorts.
“And now…” Someone behind us tries to play a wind instrument. “LET THE HANGING BEGIN!” The person announcing this is wearing a crown. He must be a king.
“Who is that?” I ask.
“You don’t know who that is?! Are you from outer space?” Draco rolls her eyes. “That’s no other than annoying King Twelfight.”
I want to respond, but a knight drags me off and puts a rope around my neck.
It looks like we’re not going to get out of this…
…Until a dragon lands on top of King Twelfight.
(March 26, 2012 - 9:18 am)
Hm. Interesting.
"Someone behind us tries to play a wind instrument." HA HA HA!!!
(March 26, 2012 - 5:04 pm)
Draco~
A dragon lands on Twelfight's head, and others follow, reducing the Royal Mansion to half-palace half-rubble. I can see Princess Anjelika faint dramatically, and Kell pulling Mirande from the ruins. Then the dragons spray everything with flames.
"We have to get out of there!" I run over to a knight who's holding our weapons and kick him in the shin. Aleakim picks them up and distributes them. Then she soars up into the air.
"I can see our dragons!" she calls. "Come on!"
There they are, chained up. I can see that the chains are weak, and our dragons haven't lost their strength. Elyana must have noticed the same thing, because she says, "Xell, pull!!!" Xell obeys, then the other dragons, and soon they're all free.
"Run!!!" Adela calls. Flintwall is burning now, completely in flames. I wonder who the dragons are. A burning building collapses behind us as we run the the dim city.
And our path is blocked by Troner and his ever-present shadow, Ketira. He's badly shaken by the death of his father, because his beautiful face is tearstained, and smudged with soot. I can't help feeling a little sorry for him.
"You will not leave! This is all your fault!" The sympathy vanishes at once.
(March 30, 2012 - 2:49 pm)
Oh, you stupid thread, wouldn't you think I wanted to top you?
(March 30, 2012 - 2:55 pm)
Arlen-
We run through the narrow allies of Flintwall. It seems as if we have a chance of escape, but then Troner and Ketira block our path.
The prince’s face is covered with tears for his father. "You will not leave! This is all your fault!" He yells and pulls out a sword.
“Ah, the puny one can fight.” I comment, not able to hold my tongue.
Endey snickers.
“Get out of our way or I’ll shoot you down with this arrow.” Corbinian threatens.
“So? Knights are coming to capture you all,” Troner says shakily.
“He can’t fight, can he?” I whisper to Aleakim.
“No. He’s a big baby, but Ketira – she fights like an animal.” Ketira glances at us, a smirk on her face as if she’d heard.
Arach, come… It’s time to rescue me.
My dragon doesn’t answer. Is he too far away? Has he already been captured?
Endey steps forward and bows. “Sir Oiliness, it’s important that you let us pass. Corbinian will have to kill you if you don’t.”
“Don’t touch him!” Ketira yells shrilly.
“Are you together or something because this doesn’t seem normal? You’re protecting a wimp.”
A growl sounds from Ketira’s throat and she pounces on Endey.
“Lady, stop! Knights will save us soon! There’s no need to-”
Corbinian shoots him with an arrow.
“Is he dead?” Aleakim sounds almost angry.
Corbinian shrugs.
Endey is still fighting Ketira.
“I think we’ve got to go.” I can already hear the heavy footsteps of knights.
Endey keeps on fighting.
“I really think we have to go!” I say even more loudly.
Endey doesn’t stop.
“Time. To. Go.”
But it’s too late. We’re already surrounded.
(March 31, 2012 - 1:25 pm)
I love the way Arlen talks.
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Endeyrory Pracea-
"...you're protecting a wimp," I said, and then Ketira ran at me, and it occurred to me that maybe my sister has her own weird reasons for protecting an idiot and a wimp. It also occurred to me that what I just said could most definitely be taken as insult. My little sister does not like to be insulted.
"I'm not protecting him!" she yelled, and AGH DODGE THAT FIST!
"Yeah? Well, it sure looks like it!"
"Like you would know anything about protecting!"
"Actually, I would!"
Arlen said something about "Gottingo." Who's Gottingo?
"Oh, I'm sure you would, brother." Ketira managed to slap me.
"HEY! Okay, maybe I deserved that!" I yanked her hair.
"OW! Listen, Endey, there's really not a lot you can do. Everyone's going against you. You're going to lose."
Arlen said something about Gottingo again. I don't care about Gottingo! I'm having a quality conversation with my sister!
"What do you mean, I'm going to-" Ketira landed a punch to my nose. "Watch it! That hurts!"
"Good!" I punched her stomach. "Ow!"
"Whaddaya mean, I'm going to lose?"
"I mean that you're going to lose, because you can't beat everybody, and when you lose these kind of things, you usually end up dead."
"Oh, so now my sister cares about me, when I have the upper hand and not when a dragon is laying on top of me!"
"What upper hand?!"
"So you're asking me to join you? You and Troner? That's just plain stupid! Us against you and Troner. I know who's going to win that one, and it won't be you!"
Ketira yanked my ear. "Me and the King of Garcee, that's who!"
Arlen said something again. "Shut up!" I yelled at him. "I'm trying to fight my crazy little sister!"
"Endey!" Draco yelled.
"What?"
"Wake up and smell the knights."
I looked around. "Oh." This could be problematic.
Ketira was back by Troner. "Oh is right, brother. Again, me and the King of Garcee against you eight. And with the King of Garcee comes all the knights and soldiers and whatnot."
I'd forgotten about that. Some of these things slip my mind sometimes.
"There will be no rescues this time," Twitterton announced pompously.
"I get it now," I said, and everybody looked at me like I was an idiot.
"That we're surrounded by knights and are probably about to die? Yeah, that took you a while," Aleakim said.
I let it slide, because I've realized something else. Ketira doesn't really care about dragons or Troner or anything. Well, she doesn't care about Troner the person, she care about Troner the former Crown Prince of Garcee and now the King of Garcee, because if there's one thing that Troner and Malum have in common besides stupidity, it's the thing that Ketira wants most: power. She has the King in her pocket, but she needs something to get the country... what that is, I don't know.
And then, of course, something just has to fall out of the sky because that's just what happens when we come to Flintwall.
That something is Hadrian Rilleyo.
(April 1, 2012 - 11:57 am)
"...Because that's what happens when we come to Flintwall." i couldn't stop laughing when i read that! XD
Sorry this is so short.
Aleakim--
Hadrian drops right in front of Troner, and I can't help but laugh at the look on Troner's face. He is utterly shocked at the fact that a winged kid has landed on the ground in fromt of him. I feel like saying "Welcome to our world." but I don't, because that would not help our predicament. Hadrian gets up, looking kind of dizzy, which is understandable, seeing as he just fell from the sky. Troner gathers himself and apparently asumes that Rilleyo Jr. is with us, because he yells,
"ATTACK!!!" and charges toward us along with Ketira and all his knights.
(April 1, 2012 - 4:07 pm)
LOL!
Draco~
I whip out my sword and run at Troner, but Troner dodges. That temper. It will be the end of me someday. Today, possibly.
Why is it that people come back? Why? You think you've gotten rid of them forever, but no, they come back.
The knight army.
Twitterton.
Deren.
Now Troner.
Why? Why am I cursed with this?
I thought I could run. I thought I could hide, change my name, and never be Siara Rizlak again.
"Uhh... Draco?" Elyana nudges me softly, and I realize that I'm in the middle of a battle. Then a knight pulls me into battle, and I can think no longer...
Until while I duel Sir Bob (Sir Bobberman actually, but I call him Sir Bob) an iron grip grabs me from behind. Ketira. None of the other knights would do a thing like this.
Troner frowns. "I still don't like your-- nevermind." he finishes, avoiding her gaze. "Put them in chains!"
Idiot. He can't think for himself, even when he's king. He has total control of the cities Flintwall and Tavensten, surrounding villages, and, as far as he thinks, the Sylvia Draconum. But he chooses to listen to a girl who looks about fifteen. Then again, he probably isn't much older.
Then I don't get to think, becuase were off to the town square again, as if it had never happened.
I knew that this escape was too easy.
(April 2, 2012 - 5:57 pm)
top top top top top top!!!
(April 7, 2012 - 1:14 pm)
How did we escape so easily? I kind of don't get it.
(April 8, 2012 - 9:35 am)