Since I won't be around to post on the actual holiday, I decided to do it now. Happy Thanksgiving to those who celebrate it! Those who don't, well I hope you have a nice day. ^^
I hope everyone is enjoying the story so far. I know it's a tad dry, but count it as an unedited novel. Like a beta or something. Makes you feel special, neh?
See ya all next Tuesday if not sooner!
~ Auntie
Tuesday, November 25, 2008
Chapter 2 (part 4)
Back in the desert town of Ca’astings, Tempest and White Glory made their way toward the doctor’s house. Their presence did not go unnoticed, as many people stared and made comments about the small white creature following Tempest around. Tempest paid no mind, there were a lot more stranger things that could happen. As he reached the doctor’s house he could see the door was open. He peeked inside hoping to find the old man, Mr. Storm. Who was there wasn’t him, but an late aged woman. She was alone in the main room holding a beaker of medicine in her hand. Her pale yellow dress was covered by a white apron. “Hello Tempest.” She said with a smile, “Did you find what you were looking for?”.
“Yes ma’am.” He responded pulling out the flowers from his satchel. He handed out the vibrant purple flowers to the woman who then took them after she set the beaker down.
“I’ll need some time to prepare the medicine. Till then can you go check on Whirlwind’s son for me? I gave him some medicine a while ago, but I can’t go see how he’s doing on it. Would you mind seeing him and letting me know how he’s doing?”
“I will go do that..” Tempest responded a little concerned.
“Don’t worry, you’ll be able to go back to your house as soon as the medicine is finished. I’m pretty sure Gale is taking care of her mother just fine.” She said with a smile. Tempest nodded his head and then walked out of the door he had stepped into.
Heading over to the western part of town Tempest walked into a small hut of a house. There a middle aged gentleman was angrily rushing about his house. His black hair was messy and he wore somewhat ragged clothing. Tempest stood near the distracted man as he angrily mumbled to him, “What are you doing here? Do you have something you need?”.
“I’m here to check up on your son. Dr. Storm sent me.” Tempest said.
The angry man took a look at him and then went back to rushing about, “He’s in his bedroom, go ahead and look for yourself.” Tempest let the man go back to his work while he approached a rotted door and lightly opened it.
Inside the very tiny bedroom laid a small bed with a boy around the age of ten lying in bed. He moved his head to look at Tempest. White Glory edged inside the room so she had room to move. The boy took notice, “What a pretty birdie. It looks different from what daddy tells me, though.”
She stared at the boy with a “I’m not a bird” look. Tempest nudged her a bit, “He’s hardly been outside since he was born. Just recently has Dr. Storm found a medicine that may have helped him at a stable level.” He whispered. He then turned his attention toward the boy, “ how are you feeling today, Breeze?”
The small boy made a slight cough, “Good today.. The headaches have stopped hurting. Daddy says if I’m really good enough he’ll take me outside today.”
“That’s great to hear.” Tempest said with a small smile of reassurance, “I have to go now. You get nice and healthy so you can go outside ok?”
“Ok.” Breeze said, “Will you and the birdie play with me when I am able to go outside?”
“Sure.” Tempest said as he and White Glory exited the room.
Before they left the rickety shack, Whirlwind stopped them, “Tell that doctor that she better find more of the stuff for that medicine. It’s working better for him then the other stuff he had been getting.”. With that he went back to rushing about. Tempest decided not to bother him any longer and return back to the doctors office. When he returned Mr. and Mrs. Storm stood near their counter of medicines.
They both looked up as Tempest entered the main area. “Ah, Tempest you’re back! What news do you have of little Breeze?” Mrs. Storm questioned.
Tempest explained his condition and what his father had said. “Wonderful! That means the medicine was a success! Here, I have the medicine you needed. It’s the same as always and since you brought the flowers yourself I added an extra amount.” She said as she handed a flask of a purple liquid to him.
“Thank you Dr. Storm, it’s much appreciated.” Tempest said.
“You’re very welcome. By the way… Where did you find your new little friend? It’s been ages since I’ve seen a creature like her.” She pointed out White Glory. Mr. Storm nodded, “White dragons have been said to be the messenger of the gods and are often quite rare. In fact, I think the last one we have seen was when your father went on his journey twenty years ago…”.
“That’s right! Except that one didn’t have a crest and it’s eyes were blue instead of green.” Dr. Storm added. Tempest looked confusingly at White Glory who, in turn, look just as confused as he did.
He turned his attention back to the older couple. “I found her at the ruined house and invited her to come back home with me….” He didn’t say anymore of the situation.
Dr. Storm smiled, “Well I have a feeling that you both have a long journey before you.”.
Tempest was unsure of what she meant. “T-thank you again for the medicine… I must be off now.” He stated as he quickly headed out and back to his house.
The couple looked off towards the doorway he left. “That boy is exactly like his father was back then..” Mr. Storm said for his wife to hear.
“I agree… I wonder if he will find comrades during his journey just as his father had found us.” Dr. Storm responded.
“Time will only tell, dear.” He stated as they both went back to their work.
“Yes ma’am.” He responded pulling out the flowers from his satchel. He handed out the vibrant purple flowers to the woman who then took them after she set the beaker down.
“I’ll need some time to prepare the medicine. Till then can you go check on Whirlwind’s son for me? I gave him some medicine a while ago, but I can’t go see how he’s doing on it. Would you mind seeing him and letting me know how he’s doing?”
“I will go do that..” Tempest responded a little concerned.
“Don’t worry, you’ll be able to go back to your house as soon as the medicine is finished. I’m pretty sure Gale is taking care of her mother just fine.” She said with a smile. Tempest nodded his head and then walked out of the door he had stepped into.
Heading over to the western part of town Tempest walked into a small hut of a house. There a middle aged gentleman was angrily rushing about his house. His black hair was messy and he wore somewhat ragged clothing. Tempest stood near the distracted man as he angrily mumbled to him, “What are you doing here? Do you have something you need?”.
“I’m here to check up on your son. Dr. Storm sent me.” Tempest said.
The angry man took a look at him and then went back to rushing about, “He’s in his bedroom, go ahead and look for yourself.” Tempest let the man go back to his work while he approached a rotted door and lightly opened it.
Inside the very tiny bedroom laid a small bed with a boy around the age of ten lying in bed. He moved his head to look at Tempest. White Glory edged inside the room so she had room to move. The boy took notice, “What a pretty birdie. It looks different from what daddy tells me, though.”
She stared at the boy with a “I’m not a bird” look. Tempest nudged her a bit, “He’s hardly been outside since he was born. Just recently has Dr. Storm found a medicine that may have helped him at a stable level.” He whispered. He then turned his attention toward the boy, “ how are you feeling today, Breeze?”
The small boy made a slight cough, “Good today.. The headaches have stopped hurting. Daddy says if I’m really good enough he’ll take me outside today.”
“That’s great to hear.” Tempest said with a small smile of reassurance, “I have to go now. You get nice and healthy so you can go outside ok?”
“Ok.” Breeze said, “Will you and the birdie play with me when I am able to go outside?”
“Sure.” Tempest said as he and White Glory exited the room.
Before they left the rickety shack, Whirlwind stopped them, “Tell that doctor that she better find more of the stuff for that medicine. It’s working better for him then the other stuff he had been getting.”. With that he went back to rushing about. Tempest decided not to bother him any longer and return back to the doctors office. When he returned Mr. and Mrs. Storm stood near their counter of medicines.
They both looked up as Tempest entered the main area. “Ah, Tempest you’re back! What news do you have of little Breeze?” Mrs. Storm questioned.
Tempest explained his condition and what his father had said. “Wonderful! That means the medicine was a success! Here, I have the medicine you needed. It’s the same as always and since you brought the flowers yourself I added an extra amount.” She said as she handed a flask of a purple liquid to him.
“Thank you Dr. Storm, it’s much appreciated.” Tempest said.
“You’re very welcome. By the way… Where did you find your new little friend? It’s been ages since I’ve seen a creature like her.” She pointed out White Glory. Mr. Storm nodded, “White dragons have been said to be the messenger of the gods and are often quite rare. In fact, I think the last one we have seen was when your father went on his journey twenty years ago…”.
“That’s right! Except that one didn’t have a crest and it’s eyes were blue instead of green.” Dr. Storm added. Tempest looked confusingly at White Glory who, in turn, look just as confused as he did.
He turned his attention back to the older couple. “I found her at the ruined house and invited her to come back home with me….” He didn’t say anymore of the situation.
Dr. Storm smiled, “Well I have a feeling that you both have a long journey before you.”.
Tempest was unsure of what she meant. “T-thank you again for the medicine… I must be off now.” He stated as he quickly headed out and back to his house.
The couple looked off towards the doorway he left. “That boy is exactly like his father was back then..” Mr. Storm said for his wife to hear.
“I agree… I wonder if he will find comrades during his journey just as his father had found us.” Dr. Storm responded.
“Time will only tell, dear.” He stated as they both went back to their work.
Tuesday, November 18, 2008
Chapter 2 (part 3)
Tempest took another swig of the usual flask, healing his wounds. “That was an unnecessary battle.” he sighed to himself. He then stepped into the heart of the ruins to find the source of Gust’s medicine. Not seeing a trace, he walked along further until he came upon a battered chest. He placed a hand on it’s top and opened it. A small cloud of dust rose from the belly of the chest. Tempest coughed slightly to free his lungs from the intruding dirt. Once it had cleared he looked inside. All he could see was a sand-stained piece of clothing laying over something he couldn’t quite make out. He squinted to see the outlines of what was hidden before it started to move. Tempest was taken aback from the movement, fearing a monster had found a way to make the chest it’s nest. His hunch was half right as a small white furry creature struggled from under the cloak-like cloth. It’s made a small almost cat like mew as it stretched out to reveal feathered wings and a reptilian-like body. “You’ve got to be kidding me..” Tempest muttered under his breath, “Not another one!” With that he placed a hand against on his head and rubbed his head as if to say “now how am I going to get out of this one?”.
“What are you referring to?” The little creature spoke as it flew into the air shaking the sand and dust off of it’s fur. Two black horns jutted back from it’s skull with a golden fur crest in the middle.
“I just had to deal with a baby dragon and now another…” Tempest sneered.
The dragon’s face turned to an angry glare while it kept itself hovered in the air, “ I am NOT a baby!”
The voice that it produced was not like the little red he had just released to it’s mother. It was feminine, like a grown woman’s sullen voice. “I’ve never heard of an adult dragon that was as small as a baby.” Tempest exclaimed looking her over, “In fact your even smaller then a baby. Not even as familiars do dragons stay that small.”
“Regular dragons that is.” The small dragon’s lips seemed to withdraw back into a smile, “But I’m no ordinary dragon or familiar for that matter.”
“Then what are you?” Tempest responded puzzled.
The dragon’s smile had not wavered, “ A messenger.”
Tempest looked at her strangely, “ A messenger of what?”
“Now is not the time for you to know…” The dragon said as it landed on the ground. The dragon’s response bewildered Tempest, he had no idea what this meant.
The white dragon-beast used it’s long neck to peer over the edge of the chest from the outside. “Can you reach in there for me?” It asked motioning with it’s head.
Tempest approached the battered chest again and kneeled down as the small creature moved out of the way, “What is it that I’m looking for?”.
“A jewel… Rather large and clear.” The small dragon said a little ambitious. Tempest reached in, removing a few things. Some clothing, pieces of useless jewelry and a painted picture of a middle age couple, yellowed and falling apart with age. The small dragon seemed to gaze at the painting as if remembering something that had been forgotten a long time ago.
Tempest took little noticed as he came across a green gemmed pendant, “Oh! I found a ansithis pendant. Good for warding off poison.”. He pocketed the pendant into his satchel and continued to search. He finally found what the dragon had described, A palm sized, clear and diamond cut jewel shone in the sunlight. He lifted it up and the creatures eyes migrated to it.
“Yes! That’s it!” It claimed, “Now you must help me take it to..”
“Wait a minute.. I haven’t found what I was originally looking for before I freed you from that chest. Besides that, I don’t even know your name.” He stared at the small creature expecting answers.
“I suppose your right. My name is White Glory. I’m looking for a series of jewels that radiate a certain amount of magic within them. However, they can’t quite be activated till they are gathered together. This stone is one of them. Also, if you haven’t already guessed, I am a female and am not to be mistaken with those beasts everyone calls dragons.” She said with a snort, “Now what was it that you were looking for?”
“Daekeon flowers. I need them to make medicine for a sick.. Family member..” Tempest responded.
“I have heard of those flowers you mentioned. They are known to bloom in this area. Although most of the monsters have ravaged them by now… I do know of one place where they do not touch them though. You’ll have to trust me.” White Glory started off, flying behind the ruins into the wooded area, “Come.. It’s safe on this path.”
Tempest had followed the small dragon towards a small opening near the edge of the woods. It was blooming with flowers and small animals fluttered or skittered about. Various moss covered stones outlined the clearing and protected it’s contents. “The monsters can’t seem to stand to be inside the ring of rocks. Only the normal animals enter here.” White Glory motioned towards the stones. Tempest glanced over the contained meadow searching for the flowers he needed. There were so many different kinds and he had no idea which ones to pick. White Glory flew somewhat ahead of him to a medium sized patch of vibrant purple flowers, “Here.. These are the ones.”
“Thank you.” Tempest acknowledged his appreciation and plucked a few flowers from the ground one he reached the patch.
White Glory’s blank green eyes stared at Tempest as he finished placing the flowers in his satchel. “Now that I’ve helped you.. Can you help me once again?” She asked.
“With finding the jewels?” Tempest asked running it through his mind as her head bobbed up and down in a nod, “Let me worry about this first. Then we can discuss this… Your welcome to follow me home, unless you have a home of your own to go to?”.
Her expression mimicked one of concern, “I have no home to go to anymore. All I have left is this mission I’m on, that’s all…. I appreciate your invite and I think I will take it.”.
“Well then.” Tempest sighed, “ Let’s get going then.”
“What are you referring to?” The little creature spoke as it flew into the air shaking the sand and dust off of it’s fur. Two black horns jutted back from it’s skull with a golden fur crest in the middle.
“I just had to deal with a baby dragon and now another…” Tempest sneered.
The dragon’s face turned to an angry glare while it kept itself hovered in the air, “ I am NOT a baby!”
The voice that it produced was not like the little red he had just released to it’s mother. It was feminine, like a grown woman’s sullen voice. “I’ve never heard of an adult dragon that was as small as a baby.” Tempest exclaimed looking her over, “In fact your even smaller then a baby. Not even as familiars do dragons stay that small.”
“Regular dragons that is.” The small dragon’s lips seemed to withdraw back into a smile, “But I’m no ordinary dragon or familiar for that matter.”
“Then what are you?” Tempest responded puzzled.
The dragon’s smile had not wavered, “ A messenger.”
Tempest looked at her strangely, “ A messenger of what?”
“Now is not the time for you to know…” The dragon said as it landed on the ground. The dragon’s response bewildered Tempest, he had no idea what this meant.
The white dragon-beast used it’s long neck to peer over the edge of the chest from the outside. “Can you reach in there for me?” It asked motioning with it’s head.
Tempest approached the battered chest again and kneeled down as the small creature moved out of the way, “What is it that I’m looking for?”.
“A jewel… Rather large and clear.” The small dragon said a little ambitious. Tempest reached in, removing a few things. Some clothing, pieces of useless jewelry and a painted picture of a middle age couple, yellowed and falling apart with age. The small dragon seemed to gaze at the painting as if remembering something that had been forgotten a long time ago.
Tempest took little noticed as he came across a green gemmed pendant, “Oh! I found a ansithis pendant. Good for warding off poison.”. He pocketed the pendant into his satchel and continued to search. He finally found what the dragon had described, A palm sized, clear and diamond cut jewel shone in the sunlight. He lifted it up and the creatures eyes migrated to it.
“Yes! That’s it!” It claimed, “Now you must help me take it to..”
“Wait a minute.. I haven’t found what I was originally looking for before I freed you from that chest. Besides that, I don’t even know your name.” He stared at the small creature expecting answers.
“I suppose your right. My name is White Glory. I’m looking for a series of jewels that radiate a certain amount of magic within them. However, they can’t quite be activated till they are gathered together. This stone is one of them. Also, if you haven’t already guessed, I am a female and am not to be mistaken with those beasts everyone calls dragons.” She said with a snort, “Now what was it that you were looking for?”
“Daekeon flowers. I need them to make medicine for a sick.. Family member..” Tempest responded.
“I have heard of those flowers you mentioned. They are known to bloom in this area. Although most of the monsters have ravaged them by now… I do know of one place where they do not touch them though. You’ll have to trust me.” White Glory started off, flying behind the ruins into the wooded area, “Come.. It’s safe on this path.”
Tempest had followed the small dragon towards a small opening near the edge of the woods. It was blooming with flowers and small animals fluttered or skittered about. Various moss covered stones outlined the clearing and protected it’s contents. “The monsters can’t seem to stand to be inside the ring of rocks. Only the normal animals enter here.” White Glory motioned towards the stones. Tempest glanced over the contained meadow searching for the flowers he needed. There were so many different kinds and he had no idea which ones to pick. White Glory flew somewhat ahead of him to a medium sized patch of vibrant purple flowers, “Here.. These are the ones.”
“Thank you.” Tempest acknowledged his appreciation and plucked a few flowers from the ground one he reached the patch.
White Glory’s blank green eyes stared at Tempest as he finished placing the flowers in his satchel. “Now that I’ve helped you.. Can you help me once again?” She asked.
“With finding the jewels?” Tempest asked running it through his mind as her head bobbed up and down in a nod, “Let me worry about this first. Then we can discuss this… Your welcome to follow me home, unless you have a home of your own to go to?”.
Her expression mimicked one of concern, “I have no home to go to anymore. All I have left is this mission I’m on, that’s all…. I appreciate your invite and I think I will take it.”.
“Well then.” Tempest sighed, “ Let’s get going then.”
Tuesday, November 11, 2008
Chapter 2 (part 2)
Tempest finally arrived at the ruins. Slightly beaten from the stains of battle, he breathed heavily. The little dragon that had followed him landed back down from it’s safe hovering position in the air. It searched the area, sniffing and producing soft growls and clicks. Tempest reached into his satchel and took out an oddly shaped flask and took a drink out of it. His battle wounds seemed to heal and he was ready for battle again. Taking a look around he inspected the ruins. Various remnants of stone walling still held their ground, while their wooden floor counterparts had been rotted and scattered.
Many footprints littered the ground. A few were human, but good number of them belonged to the creatures of the small wooded area half circled around the ruins and the creatures of the plain it rested on. One particular kind of track was rather large. The baby dragon had found it’s way to the middle of it and studied the five clawed hand-like print, all the while studying it’s own hand. When it came to the realization of what it had found it let out a small squeal of glee. Tempest who had heard the noise it made called out to the dragon, “Did you find something?”
“Here! Here! My mommy is here!” It squeal in assured delight flapping it‘s wings and semi-hopping up and down. Before Tempest could question the small creature about his instincts a humongous roar erupted from somewhere deep in the woods.
Tempest stood frozen in place as he tried to find the source. “What is..?” He claimed unsure if it was the “mother” or something much more fierce. The roar sounded once more, closer this time. The red-orange creature in the pit of the claw print sounded out a high pitch roar of it’s own. A low and deep growl came from within the wooded area to the right, large pounding followed with the sharp cracks of trees. A large head soon emerged almost level with the treetops. Deep crimson decorated the red-orange scales that made the reptilian’s skin as very dark blood red horns and spikes adorned the back of it’s skull, back of the lower jaw line and along the ridge of it’s head in the middle. Ferocious yellowed teeth gleamed back in a growl as the dragon emerged from the trees that hid it’s massive body. When it felt it had enough room it lifted its ducked head and spread it’s tremendous wings. Another roar deafened the air as it reared back revealing a deep yellow-orange underbelly. When it let it’s front claws return to the ground they pounded into the ground causing it to shake.
Tempest prepared himself, placing a hand on his sword, he wasn’t sure what to expect from the beast before him. The miniature of it’s mother hopped around in glee, “It’s her! It’s her! Mommy!!!” and quickly rushed to it’s mother. The large red dragon dipped it’s head down to greet the smaller one. Sniffing it as it placed it’s front claws on her nose. A small reptilian purr breathed in and out as recognized that her missing egg had hatched into this new child. Tempest stayed on guard, still unsure of what to expect. He had every right to, the reunion was quickly shortened as the dragon raised it’s head from it’s child to it’s mistaken captor. A deep growl soon followed as the beast dipped it’s head and narrowed it’s yellow eyes. The little one happy to be back with it’s mother hadn’t noticed her stance until it was too late.
The great creature lounged forward, charging with killing intent toward Tempest. Tempest at first tried to dodge, but the dragon was too great to escape, so he wound up getting hit by her gigantic tail and knocked to the ground. Aches from the knock down screamed through out his back as he rose to avoid getting crushed by her massive claws. The mother dragon’s fierce expression remained throughout the battle attacking with her tail, claws and massive jaws. Tempest held his place, quickly removing the flask and others like it to heal some of his wounds, give him some more strength to pierce her tough hide, or even let him run and attack a little faster. The battle lasted about five minutes and when it was at it’s end Tempest struck a deep blow into her stomach. The dragon once again let out a large roar, this time in agony, as she collapsed to the ground exhausted. Heavy breaths blew in and out of her nostrils. She waited for the last and final bite of the sword many of her breed have known, but she didn’t receive it. Tempest felt he was too obligated to leave her child motherless after they searched to find her. The baby dragon rushed over to the large dragon’s battle worn head. It made a few noises and then cooed in encouragement for it’s mother to get up. A soft purr made it’s place in between ragged breaths and the great mother roughly rose from the ground. She was hurt, that was for sure, but she dragged her rough body into a limped and somewhat clumsy walk. Neither of the creatures paid Tempest any mind as the disappeared into the wooded area. Only a final roar from both calling out to the air was their thanks for being reunited.
Many footprints littered the ground. A few were human, but good number of them belonged to the creatures of the small wooded area half circled around the ruins and the creatures of the plain it rested on. One particular kind of track was rather large. The baby dragon had found it’s way to the middle of it and studied the five clawed hand-like print, all the while studying it’s own hand. When it came to the realization of what it had found it let out a small squeal of glee. Tempest who had heard the noise it made called out to the dragon, “Did you find something?”
“Here! Here! My mommy is here!” It squeal in assured delight flapping it‘s wings and semi-hopping up and down. Before Tempest could question the small creature about his instincts a humongous roar erupted from somewhere deep in the woods.
Tempest stood frozen in place as he tried to find the source. “What is..?” He claimed unsure if it was the “mother” or something much more fierce. The roar sounded once more, closer this time. The red-orange creature in the pit of the claw print sounded out a high pitch roar of it’s own. A low and deep growl came from within the wooded area to the right, large pounding followed with the sharp cracks of trees. A large head soon emerged almost level with the treetops. Deep crimson decorated the red-orange scales that made the reptilian’s skin as very dark blood red horns and spikes adorned the back of it’s skull, back of the lower jaw line and along the ridge of it’s head in the middle. Ferocious yellowed teeth gleamed back in a growl as the dragon emerged from the trees that hid it’s massive body. When it felt it had enough room it lifted its ducked head and spread it’s tremendous wings. Another roar deafened the air as it reared back revealing a deep yellow-orange underbelly. When it let it’s front claws return to the ground they pounded into the ground causing it to shake.
Tempest prepared himself, placing a hand on his sword, he wasn’t sure what to expect from the beast before him. The miniature of it’s mother hopped around in glee, “It’s her! It’s her! Mommy!!!” and quickly rushed to it’s mother. The large red dragon dipped it’s head down to greet the smaller one. Sniffing it as it placed it’s front claws on her nose. A small reptilian purr breathed in and out as recognized that her missing egg had hatched into this new child. Tempest stayed on guard, still unsure of what to expect. He had every right to, the reunion was quickly shortened as the dragon raised it’s head from it’s child to it’s mistaken captor. A deep growl soon followed as the beast dipped it’s head and narrowed it’s yellow eyes. The little one happy to be back with it’s mother hadn’t noticed her stance until it was too late.
The great creature lounged forward, charging with killing intent toward Tempest. Tempest at first tried to dodge, but the dragon was too great to escape, so he wound up getting hit by her gigantic tail and knocked to the ground. Aches from the knock down screamed through out his back as he rose to avoid getting crushed by her massive claws. The mother dragon’s fierce expression remained throughout the battle attacking with her tail, claws and massive jaws. Tempest held his place, quickly removing the flask and others like it to heal some of his wounds, give him some more strength to pierce her tough hide, or even let him run and attack a little faster. The battle lasted about five minutes and when it was at it’s end Tempest struck a deep blow into her stomach. The dragon once again let out a large roar, this time in agony, as she collapsed to the ground exhausted. Heavy breaths blew in and out of her nostrils. She waited for the last and final bite of the sword many of her breed have known, but she didn’t receive it. Tempest felt he was too obligated to leave her child motherless after they searched to find her. The baby dragon rushed over to the large dragon’s battle worn head. It made a few noises and then cooed in encouragement for it’s mother to get up. A soft purr made it’s place in between ragged breaths and the great mother roughly rose from the ground. She was hurt, that was for sure, but she dragged her rough body into a limped and somewhat clumsy walk. Neither of the creatures paid Tempest any mind as the disappeared into the wooded area. Only a final roar from both calling out to the air was their thanks for being reunited.
Tuesday, November 4, 2008
Chapter 2 (part 1)
In the shattered ruins of what once was a house, something was rummaging through the heart of it. This mystery creature’s form was hidden underneath a brown, sand-stained cloak. It stumbled about scratching the remnants of wooden and stone flooring. Heavy breaths could be heard puffing in and out from the opening of the cloak’s hood. Desperately it continued on, searching for something.. Something that seemed to be lost. As it neared a chest it stopped and focused on the oaken chest. I hiss full sound of glee emerged from it’s hidden form. A white clawed hand appears from within the cloak to touch the top of the beaten down chest. The ragged breaths increased in suspense as the creature lifted the top.
Inside of the chest laid as follows; An old painting, a few pieces of clothing, and some jewelry. “ysssss” was all that escaped the creatures lips as it began to reach for the contents. However, before it’s hands could even touch one fiber on clothing, the cloaked figured began to writhe in a faint and stiffened way. It’s form started to disappear in the cloak as it began to fall toward the inside of the chest. “I…ah.. Must find it….before…” It claimed in a wheezy hiss. As it fell into the innards of the chest, it seemed that the cloak had swallowed its wearer whole and with the commotion the creature had made it gave enough motion for the chest to rock until the lid slammed shut, trapping the cloak inside.
Inside of the chest laid as follows; An old painting, a few pieces of clothing, and some jewelry. “ysssss” was all that escaped the creatures lips as it began to reach for the contents. However, before it’s hands could even touch one fiber on clothing, the cloaked figured began to writhe in a faint and stiffened way. It’s form started to disappear in the cloak as it began to fall toward the inside of the chest. “I…ah.. Must find it….before…” It claimed in a wheezy hiss. As it fell into the innards of the chest, it seemed that the cloak had swallowed its wearer whole and with the commotion the creature had made it gave enough motion for the chest to rock until the lid slammed shut, trapping the cloak inside.
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