Thursday, May 12, 2005

   Story...
I started writing a story...here it is Ch. 1- Please let me know if I should continue... I wrote this Thurs, May 12 of '05... let me know what you think!


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Chapter One
Old Acquaintances/New Alliances


“Why?” I cried, barely audible over the cries of the doomed and dying, “Why must you do this to me?” I fell to my knees, putting myself totally at his mercy. Not a usual position for me, but the only one I could manage at the time. “Please, stop, whatever I did to you, I’m sorry. But, I cannot make amends until I know what I did!” The cold figure above me halted in his motions. I trembled, “Please, at least tell me what I did to you.”
He tilted his head forward until I could see his eyes, “You made me feel human, that’s not something I can just forgive.” I looked up and saw the cold, deadly glint of his sword, and felt the cold rush of air coupled with the feel of cold metal against my skin. I looked into his eyes, once so warm and welcoming, now cold, and triumphant. The one person I trusted above all others, who made me feel safe, would be my death. I almost laughed at the irony of it, but would have died had I done so.
A sudden, loud noise caused him to turn, taking his blade away from my throat. During that split second of an opening, I made the ultimate move. I leaped to my feet, and sprang away. Then I concentrated on the creature I was about to become. I felt giant, leathery wings erupt my back and took to the air to keep from getting killed. Then I hardened my skin to a point that it was stronger than any blade ever fashioned; next came the claws and teeth of the dragon, sharp, deadly, and able to puncture anything but the strongest of materials. Then my neck extended and became longer, and coated for the use of fireballs.
I looked down at the deadly figure below me and smirked, then I reared back on my legs and stretched my neck up as far as I could, then backed away to allow the enemy room for his next move. Unlike my change, his went quickly and cleanly, he came shooting up towards me at an astonishing speed. I stretched my wings, and took the skies once more; shooting flame from my mouth at the same time. “Was that really all that necessary?” he asked incredulously. “ No, but it sounded like fun, so I did it.” I looked at him, “I really wish things had worked out differently.” “Yes, well, not everything can be fun and games.” He said.
I sighed, and reviewed the options I could take; I didn’t have many, but I had enough to keep alive long enough to work out a strategy. I had built my body for speed, precision, and maneuverability. My armor was a special blend of strength, fire proof, and sharp edges. I had chosen the blue color specifically for the venom’s effect; it liquidizes the victim from within. “I guess we should get this started, huh?” I asked. “ Well, then, I shall the one to make the first move.” I shot off, keeping my peripheral vision on him. He flamed at me and I dodged, as I was the smaller of us, I flew into the forest, and dodged the flame, and claws, there.
When I cleared the forest, my opponent was nowhere to be seen, I whirled around looking for him, when I felt a great force on me, making me plummet to the ground. I fought against it, but it was too strong. Then, about a mile above ground, it left off, barely giving me time to change my shape to a small sparrow, and just avoid getting bashed into the ground. I gained altitude and returned to my dragon shape, just a bought of heat engulfed my face. The last thing I remember is a great pain and thinking; I didn’t put heavy armor around my head…
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