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Aug 30, 2013 21:14:55 GMT -5
Post by Raphael on Aug 30, 2013 21:14:55 GMT -5
Just a short story I did last year. Thought I should put it up. Sorry if it's crap. Here we go.
The Meeting My heart pounded as I resided in my hiding spot. A smile slipped onto my face when the bushes rustled. When a deformed face met my gaze, I sprinted off the other way. So, a Ghoul this far in the village limits? How interesting. Ghouls are monsters. Deformed and their diet of flesh, preferably human, with a hint of supernatural abilities made them a threat to human kind. Their weapons are made of scrap metal and their clothing is mostly rags, but they are insanely fast, strong, and I’m sure they have no idea what fear is. But all good qualities have a downside, right? Ghouls are stupid, and they can’t focus on two things at a time, which is bad when they’re in a fight. Kimberley used to be a tourist town with its majestic ski hill and busy platzl, but that was nearly 1000 years ago. Since then, numerous things have happened. For one, the Ghouls lurking in the shadows rebelled against the humans, thinking that it was their time to rule and for the humans to be shunned. The town of Kimberley turned into a battlefield. Of course, human kind won against all odds, but that victory was only achieved by the help of us, Grimm Reapers, Elementists, and Shape Shifters. All three have their colorful personalities, culture, fighting styles. Grimm Reapers work like a military and a monarchy, a king, second in command, etc. These beings are like gods, immortal unless wounded and with a variety of weapons. Their king wears a black cloak and armor, while the rest wear the exact same thing, but minus the black cloaks. Elementists are self explanatory, sorted into tribes with the same element bending abilities, and labeled with their tribe’s tattoos. Shape shifters, well, I think you can figure that out, they are almost extinct though, being killed off by the Grimm Reapers for no apparent reason. Now and again, people see a Ghoul, and the natural thing to do is to kill it, take it to the humans, and get money. Personally, I think humans are pushovers with a bad attitude. But hey, I get money from these guys. As they say, beggars can’t be choosers. The chase began and the world was spinning, my blood was pumping. As soon as I arrive to a clearing, I will take this Ghoul out. “Oh my, a damsel in distress?” a lively but obnoxious voice rang out. A shadow flew over my head and with a loud crack the Ghoul fell. I spun around in a fit of rage, “That was my bounty!” clenching and unclenching my fists, I wanted to hit him. “Touché. To me it looked like you were running away.” He stepped out into the dappled light of the setting sun. He was a boy, just a boy but he had the cockiest smile I have ever seen. “Soren.” he said suddenly. His gaze flickered over my figure, waiting. “Regan Solane.” I responded halfheartedly. The light was playing with the shadows on his armor- wait, armor? “A Grimm Reaper.” I spat with sudden disdain. He laughed, placing a hand on his hip, “That took you a while, Shape shifter, are you slow?” “Watch your tone with me boy, or you won’t have a mouth to talk from!” I narrowed my gaze, giving him a silent warning. Within a second, he held a point of a sword as red as an ember to my throat, “You really think you can take me on?” He purred. I gulped, not moving, and he continued to talk, “I’m not surprised we are killing you off, you are so weak.” Seething with rage, I spoke through gritted teeth, “At least I don’t hide behind a king that treats me like a dog!” “How dare you speak of King Alexander like that, you scum!” he boomed, swinging the double edged sword with reckless rage. But I was ready. I dodged almost every attack. I shifted forms, a tingling sensation started at my toes and it had spread to all the other parts of my body. In a heartbeat, I was a mouse, scurrying forward between his legs. I decided to become something more offensive. A coyote maybe, with their agility and sharp teeth, I could knock this kid over. When I got to the other side of him, I changed forms and into a coyote. I spun on my paws to face him, and to take an unexpected hit to the chest with his weapon. I yelped and fell to the ground, my footing faltered from the force of the blow and the shock, mixed with the pain. Scarlet liquid decorated the ground like fallen rose petals. All right, I wasn’t expecting that at all. It looks like I underestimated my opponent, and overestimated the difficulty of this battle. “I knew it; you’re all big talk with no way to back it up.” the Grimm Reaper sneered, making me lose my temper. I needed brute strength now, to knock this jerk right onto his rump. I grinned secretly; I know a kind of animal that was 440 lb, with 5 cm claws, and full of muscle. I rolled away from Soren, my form changed again, my legs grew thicker, and my fur turned to a darker shade of brown. I opened my maw and a deep, loud roar sounded, making the ground shake. “Seriously, a Grizzly bear, Shape Shifter?” Soren scoffed. Yep. 440 pounds of brown fur complete with a terrifying amount of rage. I charged him, reached with my fore paw, and swiped half of the armor from the chest off his body. My anger and desire to win shut out the pain of the newly made wounds from the Grimm Reaper’s sword. I stood up on my hind legs and threw my weight onto him, slamming Soren to the ground with my paws pinning him. I wounded his shoulder by biting into it. An incredible force ripped me from my prey. I rolled a couple of times, slamming into a tree and cracking my head on one of the roots jutting out of the ground. My field of vision turned to a faint crimson. A cloaked figure started towards me. Weakened and disoriented, I changed to my human appearance. I scrambled to my feet and stumbled, holding the tree for support. By now, the cloaked figure was only inches away. His armor reflected the setting sun. “A black cloak and armor, it must be Alexander, the King of the Grimm Reapers. Come to save your warrior?” I spat on the ground, my gaze fixed on the King. “All Shape Shifters have one personality trait - arrogance,” His hand was at my throat in one quick movement, silent and swift. With no warning at all, he raised me up until the ground no longer supported me, “I will tell you this, Regan Solane, harm my son again, and I will have no hesitation to terminate you.” His hood shifted ever so slightly away from his face until I saw one glowing eye. My brain stopped working, and my limbs started to shake from either the lack of oxygen or the sheer terror ripping through my body. I had no idea that the King could do this, make one almost paralyzed in fear. Suddenly, the pressure from my throat vanished, and King Alexander and Soren were gone. I slumped to the ground, gasping and shaking. Feverishly, I thought how lucky I was to have survived my first meeting with King Alexander under these circumstances, and what will happen if we meet again by the twist of merciless karma. From the loss of blood or by fright, the world turned to shades of grey, and I passed out, letting the comfort of unconsciousness take hold of me.
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Aug 30, 2013 21:22:49 GMT -5
Post by Raphael on Aug 30, 2013 21:22:49 GMT -5
Oh hey, a Supernatural story. If anyone thinks that any Supernatural character is OOC, I'm sorry. I'm never good at keeping characters in check. Sorry if it sucks.
Prologue.
A rainy night, normal and wet. It forced us to play inside, my sister and I, in the big old house we called Home. Every splinter, every rickety board, every dusty speck, and faded painting belonged to us. We loved it. “Vanity,” My little sister - Kayline, whined, “Come play dolls with me!” We were young, I was around 10, and Kayline was around 6. Ever since she was a toddler, she rolled around in her wheelchair, paralyzed from the waist down. A birth defect. She didn’t mind it though. Kayline was a strong girl, and I loved her, even though my little sister couldn’t play tag or jump rope. Her brown hair was stringy and limp and her bright blue eyes were large and pleading, begging me to go play dolls with her. I gave in to Kayline’s innocent look. “Wait here, I’ll be right back,” I walked from the playroom and began my journey to my room where most of my dolls were. The house was always empty, my own footfalls always echoed through the house, alone. No one else was up and about since my sister was stuck in a wheelchair, Mother never came out of her room, and Father ran off with another woman. Our living expenses were paid by Father, but that’s all we ever got from him. No letters. No phone calls. Nothing. Just enough money to live. I didn’t want to think about that. I had to get back to Kayline before she got scared, being the faint hearted and young child she was. Quickly crossing my bedroom, I headed towards the dolls my mother bought me before locking herself in her room for reasons I never understood. I just thought she was crazy, but I still loved her. My hand reached towards a doll with golden locks- Goldilocks was her name. My favourite doll. I picked my doll up and skipped out of the room, but as soon as I got into that hallway, I was greeted by Mother’s room, with the door oddly ajar. I wondered what made her walk out of that room, but my thoughts were interrupted by a scream. “Kayline…?” My feet moved on their own accord and I dropped my doll, barely hearing the sound it made when it hit the floor. The shrieking continued, echoing throughout the whole house. That God awful noise soon formed words.
Vanity.
…My name.
She was calling out my name.
Another voice accompanied my sister‘s. A scratchy howl. To me, that howl was full of fury and pain, but you can never be too sure with wordless noises. In my haste to get to Kayline, I lost my footing and fell down the rest of the stairs. I landed on my back, winded, gasping for breath. Struggling to my feet, I started to run again to the playroom. The screaming stopped just as a gunshot was heard, making my heart miss a beat. “Kayline!” I shrieked. My throat closed up and my shout sounded more like a garbled outburst.
What happened to my sister?
Why was she screaming?
Is she okay?
I flung open the door to the playroom and found my own mother looming over my bloodied and beaten sister, who was knocked down from her wheelchair. My baby sister’s limbs were twisted in all the wrong ways, her chest was ribbons, her insides were slop. I couldn’t make a sound, my voice was scared away from the sight of my little sister.
Twitching.
Soaking.
Dead. In her own blood.
My mother turned to me, covered in that same blood, slumped and strangely silent. She took one step towards me, and I took one step back. A gurgling sound came from her mouth and she fell forward, landing on the floor with a bone jarring thud. Behind her I saw a young man holding a gun, smoke coming from the barrel. The man looked angry, almost disgusted until he saw me. His face soon fell into a look of confusion and horror,. “You…You’re not….” He sputtered, trying to find the right words. “Dean! Come on, let’s go-” An older man came into the room also carrying a gun. He didn’t reach the other man, though. He stopped in his tracks instead, silently observing the gruesome scene before him. They both froze, it seemed that they didn’t know what to do next. Taking the opportunity, I numbly I knelt down next to my sister, the pool of blood was growing bigger, outlining her like a red picture frame.A flood of tears gushed down my cheeks staining the fabric of my pants and I put a hand to my mouth to smother the sobs. I slowly closed Kayline’s sightless, dead eyes. “You weren’t supposed to be…here…You or the other girl. It was just supposed to be Marilyn Bishop.” The younger man said quietly. I didn’t say anything in response. I wasn’t able to respond. The longer I looked at Kayline and Mother, the more hatred stirred inside me. Soon, it started a fire within. Red leaked into my vision, staying close to the edges and something inside me broke. A whisper, a peep, echoed inside my head;
He did this…
He killed both of them.
Mother.
…Kayline…
Without mercy…
Without. Mercy.
Looking at the blood, at my mangled sister, at Mother. He must have attacked Kayline first, and then hid to shoot Mother when she came down. Mother must have heard Kayline screams and made it down before me to help her, only to be beaten and shot by the man- no, Dean.
Dean killed Kayline…
Dean killed Mother…
“Dean…” I said, my voice cracked and quiet. The younger man turned my way, and I leaped at him screaming; “You did this! Why? Why!?” I heard protests from Dean, but I didn’t care to listen. I kept hitting, my fists making no marks on his body, like harmless little attacks from a mouse fighting against a cat. I was pushed off Dean and a foot landed on my chest, pinning me down. I clawed at the leg, the Red completely blinding me. “It was never supposed to happen this way…I‘m so sorry…” There was an explosion of pain on the side of my head and I let out a screech. In a feeble attempt I tried to fight back, but I was picked up nonetheless. Slowly, the Red became Black, and my eyes fluttered shut against my own will. The last thing I felt was the beating of someone’s heart as I was carried to a destination unknown.
I will get revenge for Mother and Kayline.
I know his name.
…Dean.
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Sept 8, 2013 0:46:48 GMT -5
Post by Raphael on Sept 8, 2013 0:46:48 GMT -5
This should really be renamed 'Short Stories with Raph'. Like. Really. This is another thing I did last year or two years ago. It's based around the anime Bleach, and...Yeah. Allia is a main character of mine for another story. This chapter from the original story was kind of a test run for her. Sorry if it doesn't strike your fancy.
Story Start: Your eyes opened and you studied the room. It looked like an old Japanese room from 200 years ago. You got up and looked to your side and saw a lady watching you. She had long black hair and she wore it in a braid going down her front. Her eyes seemed like pits of concern. “Where am I?” You asked her. Your eyelids were heavy and you struggled to stay awake. “You are in the recovery room in the squad four barracks.” She replied. “You shouldn’t be up, you need sleep, Miss Hakuro.” She added. You were too tired to argue with her. You fell asleep before your head hit the pillow. -------Later--------- You could tell time had passed because you felt the clean and crisp sheets. You heard two people talking in the far side of the room. That woman you had seen before was speaking softly. You had to focus on her voice in order to hear her. “…Soul has been damaged by the needle’s poison…been repairing itself…caught Lieutenant Matsumoto…Captain Hitsugaya in time, but we were almost too late…your friend. You see, she…active...longer than…” The other voice sounded like Ichigo’s. “So…personality…different? Will it be…good...bad?” You couldn’t make out the rest of the words. The two voices moved out into the hallway. My soul has been damaged, so my personality will be different because it has been repairing itself? You pondered the thought for a little while longer until someone else came into your room. There was a great sigh and you let your eyes open into little slits, just enough to let you see the torso of who it was. A white haori informed you that it was a captain, but which one? You have never been to the Soul Society before, but you heard Ichigo talking about how there are 13 squads and captains. You have met a few of them, but never really sparked a conversation. Before you could determine on whom it was, the anonymous captain turned on their heel and left. Well, so much for that. You opened your eyes wide and sat up. The snow was falling outside and you smiled to yourself. You loved the winter time, so quiet and peaceful… ”Wait, winter? Last time I checked, it was in the middle of September!” You exclaimed loudly. A scrawny little boy rushed into the room, his eyes alert and a surprised expression plastered on his face. You whipped around and he jumped. “S-sorry!” He stammered. “I heard you yelling, so I thought something was wrong.” His hair was down to the middle of his neck and his hair was black. “Tell me, what is your name?” You asked once you calmed down. “H-hanataro…” He responded quietly. , looks like I scared him… You took a deep breath and asked “How long have I been out?” He didn’t say anything at first, and then he spoke “Around a month and a half. I thought you would never wake up.” “A month and a half?” You echoed, dismayed. I was out for that long? “Allia, you awake now?” called a voice down the hall. An orange haired girl burst into the room and almost knocked down poor Hanataro. Her eyes were full of worry and she looked tired. “Orihime, you’re here? Where are the others?” You asked her as you looked around. “They were right behind me. Oh Allia, I am so glad you’re ok!” Another figure came up in the doorway and Hanataro backed up to give the two more room. “You’re finally awake!” Ichigo grinned.
---------------- Holy Scheiße. This sucks. Sorry for making you all read something like this. Just trying to keep you all entertained. Somehow Some way. I don't friggin know.
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Sept 9, 2013 21:27:07 GMT -5
Post by Raphael on Sept 9, 2013 21:27:07 GMT -5
Okay, this I might turn into an actual story. Slanted writing means that the language or dialogue is in Dragon Tounge~!
------------------------------------------------------ The world of Thaiya was a place of magic. Beasts only known in myths were born from this ultimate magic. But the ultimate race were Dragons who lived in a place beyond Thaiya. This place was named Rapture. A Heavenly like place where the mountains touched the sky, where trees never died and flowers never wilted. Now, the ranks of Dragons are quite different than you may think. There are different levels, or, generations of Dragons. The first Generation are the Creators, the First. These Dragons are the most powerful, their magic based on one style, may it be healing, a section of the elements, or love. The Creators made the other Dragons, and that leads us into the second generation, the Masters. These dragons and their magic power is weaker than the Firsts, because they specialized in different powers, thus, having their strengths divided. You see, it doesn’t matter what element naturally beats another element. It matters how much of one element you have. If you have more than the other, then you win. ----------------------------------------------------
I used to be one of the most powerful dragons on earth. A leader, an omen of death and destruction, violence and fear. But that title, that pride, was ripped away from me when a foolish human got too close….
Usually I was left to do as I pleased, sleeping, traveling, no one got in my way because if they did, they knew that they would cease to exist. I was powerful enough to level cities, to destroy a whole planet if I wanted. I was the dragon of fear, violence, and destruction, hate. Anything that meant killing and rage. A storm. A storm of hateful emotions had grown my power, nursed my magic until it was considered unbeatable. I was their Queen. Their General. The Master of Dragons.
Something came and shattered that image, though…
In my travels I met a human. A very foolish Wizard… I looked down and it was there suddenly. Shouting at me in a bizarre language. It’s gaze rested upon me and there was a sharp pain in my side. Hissing, I cringed and fell to the ground, my legs becoming numb. I wasn’t fond of humans, and I didn’t bother them because it was looked down upon. If humans was killed, the others will take revenge. It didn’t matter about how many were killed. Even one death could disturb a whole population. Even though we dragons were powerful and feared, we were few, and we knew that the humans could very well kill us. So we weren’t to disturb them. …But this parasite was making me angry. The human grinned and reached for me. I howled and snapped at his hand, lusting for blood. The human snatched it back and spoke again in the strange language. Pain ripped through me again and I struggled. Strange, I couldn’t move my limbs. “A Dragon,” The Wizard whispered, amazed, “I am Atzuki, a tamer and keeper of mystical objects. Come, you are mine now.” My temper flared to even greater heights. First of all, I was not an object. Second, this man was intending to keep me? Third, he thought that a spell as weak as his could defeat me!? No… I am not a pet. Nor am I weak. I roared and heaved. I felt his spell shatter and he looked up at me in dismay, “Human!” I growled in their Human tounge, “I am Kairos, the Queen of Dragons! You dare to attack me? You dare to imprison me? You dare to insult me?” I screeched. The Wizard spoke the incantation again, but I charged. The logical part of my brain screamed at me to stop, but the rage overtook it and I felt my jaws snap around the man, snapping him into two. He let out a bloodcurdling scream before it was cut short by the snap of his bones. I flung him into the ground with so much force, he split open. Blood dripped from my jaws and my lips curled back in a low growl. I had killed a human. I had broken our law, our most sacred law. I had put the most terrified beasts in all existence, in danger. I leaped and flew up into the air before the Wizard’s scream brought more humans. My wings made a rhythmic beat as I flew. My anger had cooled and the logical part of my brain took over. I landed on a mountain and folded my wings in. Before I knew it, something came at me from behind and I blacked out.
I woke up on the cold, hard ground of what must be a cave. Opening my eyes. I saw Dragons. Some I knew, some I didn’t. At the front of the group, stood a furious Fire Dragon. Fuoco, “Kairos. Argent has told me that his shadows have watched you break our ultimate law. You have endangered us all! Your lust for battle and your rage has worried us for some time, but this must stop. I have gathered up everyone, as you can see, and we have made a decision. You must leave, permanently. We as well, must cease our contact with the humans. Because of you we have to hide, for you have killed a very popular wizard, and many will be out for dragon’s blood.” “Oh?” I hissed menacingly as I got up, “How will they know it was a dragon and not another beast?” A white dragon came up beside. The Sky Dragon I knew as Azwutu, “Beasts don’t attack with the fury of a dragon. It is easy to tell what attacked what. Now I have to leave Anya on her own…” Her talons gripped the cave ground, her eyes downcast. “And I, Shemu,” Fuoco added solemnly. I couldn’t help but laugh, “You are taking care of humans!? Their nothing more than bacteria!” Licht, Dragon of the Light sighed, “And yet there are some who are worthy of contacting with us,” I couldn’t believe what I was hearing, they were siding with humans? “You are no stronger than a human then. All of you, fight me and meet your death!” I sprang, but Fuoco put his talons to my chest, and I stopped in mid air, “Kairos, you will be punished for your actions. From this day fourth, you will be living the life of what you hate most. A human.” I felt my skin burn and I screamed. I snapped at Fuoco, but he did not budge. I felt my magic draining and I gasped, “What are you doing!?” “Your body is changing into a human’s. This is your punishment that you must bear. Since a human body can’t contain active magic from a dragon, most of I will be sealed inside you.” I felt like I was shrinking. I let out a painful wail and my face twisted in pain. I felt my scales become skin. My talons and claws and snout shrinking, my magic being shut away. When the pain ebbed away, I looked down and I lifted an arm. What came to view was a human hand. I was a human. Fuoco released me and I started to fall, expecting to hit the ground. But I kept falling. I didn’t understand, wasn’t there a solid floor underneath? That damn fire dragon must have done something. My vision soon became engulfed in darkness and I knew no more.
----------------------------------- Yeah. This idea came to me from Fairy Tail. Not gonna lie.
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Sept 10, 2013 10:42:21 GMT -5
Post by Raphael on Sept 10, 2013 10:42:21 GMT -5
Laughs. Here's some writing stuff from School...Not sure how well this will go. This is from my Grade Nine year, so yeah.
-------------------------- A Diary Entry
Stole another sheet of paper from those dense Germans. This is the 10th sheet this year, I’m getting good! That aside, I met this strange girl from Holland. She is 15 years old and she claims that her name is Anne Frank. She was small, skinny, and yowling like one of those lions in Africa. Anne kept resisting the guards and she was slapped. She droned on and on about Kitty being left in the “Secret Annexe”. What in the world is the “Secret Annexe?” and who is Kitty? Is Anne Frank ill? Or has she gone raving mad from the long road from Holland? Anyways, I asked her questions of her past life, who Kitty is, and if she is crazy. Anne Frank refused to respond to my questions. So I kept asking her the same questions, and Anne mumbled something along the lines of “Get away from me.” When I didn’t do as she commanded, she spat the same words out like they were pieces of rotten lettuce in her mouth. Naturally, with my hands on my hips, I challenged her. “Why so secretive? Did you do something bad in Holland that you don’t want anyone to find out? If you want to receive help from other children in this stupid camp, you will have to be open.” I thought it was a brilliant comeback, but do you know what that Anne Frank said? “According to someone who loves to pry open something that has been severely damaged. Your noisiness isn’t making my day any better.” She was so calm, but you could hear the fierceness in her voice. I clenched my fists and my arms were glued at my side. Speechless, I spun on my heel and stalked to where I sleep. Later on, I thought about what Anne Frank said. She is right. I do get into others business. Anne Frank seems like a person who tells the truth and what she likes and doesn’t like. In a nutshell, Anne Frank wants to speak her mind. Even if it is harsh. You know what? I like Anne; we just might be friends in this brainless camp!
Sincerely yours, Victoria.
What inspired my story was an entry that Anne Frank wrote in her diary named Kitty. It isn’t all of it though, only the part that spoke out to me. "Women should be respected as well! Generally speaking, men are held in great esteem in all parts of the world, so why shouldn't women have their share? Soldiers and war heroes are honored and commemorated, explorers are granted immortal fame, martyrs are revered, but how many people look upon women too as soldiers?...Women, who struggle and suffer pain to ensure the continuation of the human race, make much tougher and more courageous soldiers than all those big-mouthed freedom-fighting heroes put together!"
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Sept 10, 2013 10:44:11 GMT -5
Post by Raphael on Sept 10, 2013 10:44:11 GMT -5
Ahahaha, still exploring my files on my School account, and I found something from Grade 7. Woop woop.
----------------------------------------- A Magic story
In a small town called Larch, there was a girl named Alex, you can say that she was, not like the other kids her age, she was strong, fast, and things happened that she could not explain. She was also homeless. People knew something was wrong with her. When ever Alex crossed the street they would glare at her and walk the other way But that was long ago, some creature called a shadow that is half wizard and half ghoul, came unexpectedly and destroyed the town, only a handful of people where left. The shadows where searching the earth so they can find white magic that was hidden in a person. The shadows needed the white magic so they could open a world of hell. Alex wanted to do something so she can be accepted into the town, or what was left of it. She decided to try and figure out why the shadows where there. She stayed in an ally, near the shadows hideout. When Alex was near the door, she heard a loud snort then a sneeze. Her heart was thumping, it felt like her heart would burst out of her chest and run away. Alex creped closer so she could hear better. “We need the girl now!” one thundered. “I know she is here! I can sense her magic” another mumbled. “Yuck!” Alex mouthed, it sounded like they where talking with a mouth full of dirt! “You know she is here? Like all the other towns and cities we searched?” one said sarcastically. “Shut up!” a shadow boomed. “I can sense her! Can’t you?” There was silence. Alex could hear ragged breathing from the creatures. “Hey! I’m a leader of this team! Go and search for her again!” the shadow barked. “How can we find her? We don’t even know her name” one retorted. There was a loud snort and then a voice that was low and full of hate “Alex”. Alex’s eyes went wide and she stifled a scream. She put a hand over her mouth and stepped forward. There was a loud crack, and the shadows looked out a window and saw Alex. She started to run but the shadows where too quick and leaped at her and knocked Alex out. When Alex woke, she was surrounded by daisies. She looked up and saw a beautiful, glossy, silver dragon. “My name is Kiba”. The dragon said.
Alex mouth dropped open to say something but no sound came out. Kiba was amused at this. “You have been chosen by your ancestors to dispose the shadows that lurk around. The only way to destroy them is to kill the leader, Scar.” Kiba Boomed. Alex was about to say something but mist came and danced around the dragon and he was gone. Alex awoke in a dark, damp, dungeon. A spell came to her mind. “Runya” She put out her hand and then there was a light at the palm of her hand. Alex saw a door and the light went out like a flame in the wind. She got knocked in the head by a shadow that was guarding her so she won’t get away. Alex screamed and got back up and crossed her arms and yelled “Septa!” There was a flash of light and everything exploded. Alex was in the explosion and nothing was left of the building she was in but ashes. Alex was in mist and saw Kiba. She smiled and clambered onto his back and they both disappeared into the light. The shadows never showed their faces again
BY: [Insert my name here] 7-1
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