Friday, October 27, 2006

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Hey there. I haven't updated in a while, sooooo...... anyway, my parents are making me go onto the internet ONLY on Friday, Saturday, and Sunday.... how lame is that? Anyway, I'm really mad at my laptop for noot letting me post this video I made for Thegrantinator here.... that makes me really mad.... GRRRRR..... one more thing, I tried to ask this girl to slow dance with me at the school dance- she runs away. Then I try and ask here why she ran- she runs away. Finally, I get my friend to ask her, because I can't get anywhere near her. I'm feeling like she hates me and all... but then I find out she has a BOYFRIEND and didn't want to tell me because it might hurt my feelings. Good intentions, but running away? what imrpession does a guy get from that? Comments (3) | Permalink Wednesday, October 11, 2006    Chapter four It has occured to me that I haven't posted up any chapters of my story for quite some time now, So here is chapter four. When we last left Nathan to go to the other characters, both his friends had disappeared... if you have no idea what I'm talking about, let ,e know and I'll pm you the chapter(s) you missed! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ FOUR: MESODIAH Nathan was scared stiff. What happened to Keri and Dimitrius? He thought, they couldn't have gone outside! It's still raining and thundering! It's dangerous out there! What had happened to them? There was only one thing to do he decided. Once this storm lets up, I'm searching for them and no one is going to tell me otherwise! "I'll tell you otherwise," said a voice behind him. Nathan whirled around, still holding the stalactite, using it as a weapon. "Who's there?" The voice laughed "Me silly! Otherwise otherwise otherwise otherwise otherwise otherwise!" "Who's me?" The voice sounded like a child's voice that's ready to do some mischievous trouble making. "It's me! Me me me me me me me me me me me me me!" "Yes I know it's you, but what's your name?" "It's not you! It's Mesodiah! I'm just a spirit. I am, considered, the leader of the religion Actuse Menrote terykoto aneb. Which is worshipers of the stone." "Do you know anything about my friends disappearing?" "No. Do you?" "Of course not! Why else would I ask you?" If Mesodiah could have shrugged, he would have. "Trivia?" ''This is pointless! Listen. Did you see two people leave the room? Ones a girl about 4' 6", with brown hair and crystal clear blue eyes, and the other's a boy about 5 ft. has black hair and hazel eyes. Seen them?" Mesodiah thought for a minute. "I saw someone who looked like the girl. Her name was… Jane! That's right, Jane." Nathan groaned "This is getting ridiculous. Once this storm is over, I'm going to look for them myself and you go back to the… Section or wherever you came from. You got it? I don't have time for this. I need to find my friends before something bad happens. How did you get here anyway? And if you could, I prefer to see who I'm talking to." "Oh, sure!" said Mesodiah "Hold on." A huge burst of light filled the entire room, it even leaked out of all the tiny cracks and crevasses. In a matter of seconds, the light died down and in its place, there was a child, about seven, with wavy blonde hair, and tan skin. He was wearing a set of old robes that look unfitting for the ruler of a religion. Nathan took one look at the child and tried to hold down the laugh that was forming in the middle of his throat. He couldn't help it. This blonde-hair tan-skinned kid is the ruler of a religion? He simply couldn't believe that sort of thing. "You? You're just a child! You can't be the leader of a religion! I don't see how they would allow it." The child scowled at him "What was that second question again, Nathan?" Nathan stopped laughing "How did you know my name? I didn't even tell you." Mesodiah grinned "I can read minds," he said "Which is how I know that your friends that you are looking for are named Keri and Dimitrius, right? So anyway, I can travel through different Sections. In the blink of an eye I could be in Cantaro, in two blinks, I could be in Mextancar and so on. However, humans prefer to take a Central portal, which teleports them to different places around the universe." "So let's get to the main reason I asked that question, why are you here?" Mesodiah thought for a moment. "I don't know. One minute I'm talking to a king in a conference and the next thing I know I'm here listening to you think about what you were going to do. Don't you humans ever just do what you think is best without actually thinking about it? It must be such a bore being human. Can you guys even fly?" "No, we can't fly. And I'd highly appreciate it if you stopped telling me how boring my species is. Besides, aren't you human too?" "What part of magic ruler of a religion are you not getting here? I may look human to you but I am actually a powerful sorcerer who, I might add, are not human." They stopped the conversation for a while. The rain still poured like nails on wood and the thunder was merely the hammer pounding them into the ground. The wind sounded like a wolf as it howled around the room. Finally, Nathan broke the almost silence. "Could you take me to different Sections? I've been stuck here for as long as I can remember, and I really don't like staying on this village all my life." "Well sure I can take you to different Sections. But I can only teleport you once, it's some weird rule that I have to follow. Okay?" "I understand. Besides, who knows? Maybe I could find my friends somewhere. But what's the rule for anyway? "Hey, if I knew why the rule was posted I probably would have said why so you wouldn't ask. Because I don't like answering questions." "So where are we going to go?" asked Nathan with anticipation. "Whoa! Hold on! I can't go anywhere without an invite from the people that live there. Don't ask me why, it's just another rule that I can't answer. So don't ask me." Said Mesodiah. They sat for a while and waited for the storm to subside. * After a while, the storm died out. So Nathan and Mesodiah had a chance to go searching the village just in case Keri and Dimitrius were still on it. They searched the village from top to bottom. Not that it was easy. The storm had practically destroyed everything. They had to look under, around, and in everything. Under spaces that are under logs, in rooms, even up some trees. But they didn't find anything, or anyone. "Did you get an invitation to a Section yet?" Nathan asked Mesodiah, "Dimitrius and Keri are obviously not in the village." Mesodiah shook his head. "Not yet. I'll tell you when I get one." They sat in silence on a tree stump, thinking that maybe Mesodiah was stuck on the village, when all of a sudden, Nathan had an idea. "Wait a minute, how long did you know about this rule?" he asked. Mesodiah shrugged. "I don't know. A month maybe?" "And how long have you had these powers?" "All my life. Seven years. Why?" "Who told you about the invitation rule?" "Some guy… oh what was it? Oh yeah! His name was Parro. He's a con artist. Whatever that is." Nathan groaned, "Um… Mesodiah? A con artist is someone who lies for a living. You've been tricked! Besides, you got here without an invitation, and nothing happened." Mesodiah thought this over for a minute. "Yeah! You're right! But I can only teleport you once. That's been the rule since the day I was born." All of a sudden, a voice came out of nowhere, it said: "Leader! We need your help! The sacred Stone has been stolen! Come quickly! We must find it." Mesodiah jumped up. "Come on Nathan, we've got to go to Igaroth. My people need help!" Mesodiah grabbed the hood of Nathan's robe. "Off we go!" and the next thing he knew, the were in a vortex going down. "Uh Mesodiah?" Nathan asked loudly over the rush of air going past him. "is the Sections that we're going to at the bottom of the vortex, meaning we fall into the Sections?" "Yeah. It's about a ten foot drop. It doesn't hurt." "But you can fly!" “Oh… right I forgot that. Um… brace yourself? He… he…" "I'm falling head first, unless you do something, I'm looking at a broken neck!" "Fine! I hear by give Nathan the ability to fly for one hour!" he said quickly. He noticed Nathan looking at him oddly. "That's how I give people powers. Don't know why so don't ask!" They fell in silence for a few minutes until Mesodiah said: "There's the exit up ahead. Get ready to fly. Just concentrate and you should be able to do it." Sure enough, there at the end of the vortex, was an opening. Nathan concentrated on flying. He imagined himself floating above trees and soaring over oceans. He shut his eyes and hoped for the best. "Hey Nate! Open your eyes!" It was Mesodiah. He did. He was shocked at what had happened. He was floating two feet above the ground. It was the strangest thing. It felt like his feet were on the ground, but it he was actually flying. He "Jumped" and he shot up another three feet. He "Walked" and he moved forward a couple of feet. "Hey Nate! Stop fooling around and let's go! In case you haven't noticed, you’re in a cathedral." "What'd you call me?" asked Nathan once his feet were safe on the ground. Mesodiah shrugged. "Nate. It's short for Nathan. Do you want me to stop calling you that? If you don't want me to…" "No! That's okay, it's just that no one ever called me anything but Nathan. Not that I know to many people to call me that anyway." "Well come on! We got to help my people. Come on." Mesodiah walked through a wall. "Hey Mesodiah!" Mesodiah poked his head through the wall. "Yeah?" "I can't walk through walls like you can." Mesodiah thought for a minute. "You're right. Hold on." He walked through the wall again, and in a couple seconds the wall slid away and a secret door was revealed. Nathan walked through and found himself in an empty room with nothing but a burning candle on a wooden desk. Mesodiah walked through the next wall and opened the door for him. He walked inside. The room was a scene of chaos as everyone ran around like chickens without heads. A man ran up to them "Oh leader! You've come! Who's the kid?" "Of course I came! And this is my friend, Nate. Short for Nathan," Answered Mesodiah. "Charmed." Said the man. "My name is Jerome. Now come this way! And hurry." The man led them to a pedestal carved of wood. On it was a stunning yellow stone. "You see? The stone is stolen! This is made of glass," said Jerome. "Okay Nate, you go sit down over there, by that kid over there." Said Mesodiah, pointing to a brown-haired green-eyed boy siting in the far corner by himself. "But can't I help? I may be a kid, but I can help." argued Nathan. "Nate…" "Come on!" "No! And don't try to ask me again! Now go sit down with that kid!" shouted Mesodiah. "Fine, fine…" mumbled Nathan as he walked towards the kid. He walked slowly towards the boy sitting on the ground. He was so mad! How can Mesodiah say that? He's about seven years younger than him and he's the ruler of a religion! And why could he boss him around? He was younger than him! And he thought that Mesodiah was so nice! Now that he's getting some attention, he's acting like he's the only one in the room, and no one else mattered. "Hey," said Nathan when he got to the kid " my names Nathan. What's your name?" "Hey, Nathan, my name's Craig." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Hope you enjoyed!! *bows*. Critisism is reccomended, as well as other, more friendly comments! please let me know if you missed sometihng, or you think my story whould burn and die.... Thank you and have a nice day/night/twilight/alternate universe where time is not measureable and the sun and the moon are always to the east and west... Comments (1) | Permalink Sunday, October 1, 2006    kh2 dramatic video that I didn't make. Here is a really cool music video of Kingdom Hearts II, but with a twist. It's not with any songs you have probably heard of. This song is called Lacrimosa, not by sweetbox, this is a classical song that is really cool, or at least I think so.... please watch and tell me what you think. P.s, the very beginning is NOT Lacrimosa, but Carmina Burana, a really weird song.... Comments (1) | Permalink Sunday, September 24, 2006    spider-man three this is an awesome spiderman 3 trailer that I found that actually tells you about the movie... not one of those stupid trailers that only tell you the title of the movie and the actors in it, if you liked the first two... you'll love this... Comments (0) | Permalink Monday, September 18, 2006    KH3!!!! ANYONE WHO LIKES THE KINGDOM HEARTS SERIES IS GOING TO LOVE THIS!!!!!!!!! okay, this is a trailer I found (did not make) on the internet. It recaps kh2, and then goes into kh3 three. Is a must watch for kh fans!!! Comments (0) | Permalink Monday, September 11, 2006    New music video this is another music video by Wierd al Yanchovik, called amish paradise. It's really funny and to set the record straight: NO I DID NOT MAKE THIS VIDEO!!!! anywho, for those of you who don't know, amish people are peple who believe that modern technology is a one way ticket to hell. So they live like in the 1800's, and this is a summary of their life, that is HILARIOUS!!! Comments (1) | Permalink Wednesday, August 30, 2006 weird al music video This is a sweet music video by an artist that I really like: Weird Al. It's called: Jurrasic Park is Frightening in the dark. I warn you now: it is kind of gory, but it's claymation. like wallace and grommit. But it's still funny. and no, I don't have the patience nor the skill to have made this. here it is. Please comment Comments (1) | Permalink Friday, August 18, 2006 Amv-I didn't make, but is awesome anywho. Okay, this is the kingdom hearts fighting dreamers amv that I found on youtube (I'll say it again, I didn't make it). It's pretty sweet. Here it is. Comments (1) | Permalink Monday, August 14, 2006    Chapter two... Not one.. Okay, chapter one was deleted due to a virus. But here is chapter two that has no connection with chapter one whatsoever! ************************************************* TWO: THE STONE Craig ran through the streets of Igorath, hoping no one would notice the small, brown-haired, green-eyed boy charging to the cathedral of the sacred guarder gem. He ran through the crowds dodging every person he could avoid as he ran through the mobbing tourists. Almost there, he thought, only twenty more yards until— “Hey! You! Stop where you are!” shouted a voice from behind him. “Blark!” Muttered Craig, he’d almost made it. (The translation is not important). He turned around and saw three chubby, out of shape empire guards chasing a poor man who had pilfered a loaf of bread from the local bakery. The unfortunate man had taken bread from the bakery before, only no one had caught, let alone notice, him. Craig sighed, why must the empire be so strict? And besides, if you wish to steal, you have to do it, not randomly, but cunningly and slyly. Such as Craig had done to steal a whole bushel of apples right from the merchant’s nose the previous day. He was not evil; he simply couldn’t afford anything to eat or drink, so he devoted himself to stealing, not for fun, but to gain food. Craig knew how the poor man felt; he had been chased by many officers, only to escape in a matter of minutes in the crowd. He stepped aside from his route and slid in front of the officers, stopping them their tracks. The tallest one spoke. “Out of the way! That man is a criminal!” Craig pretended to look shocked “He is? What terrible deed has this man committed?” The fattest one took his turn to speak. “He has taken bread from the local bakery! He must be punished under law!” Now Craig pretended to be bored “Oh really? How much of a fine is necessary to pay for all charges?” Now it was the shortest ones turn “If you must ask, its 300 pars, which I am sure you can’t afford.” Craig was unconvinced “ 300 Pars for pilfering a loaf of bread? Sounds pricey, but if you say so...” He reached into his robes pocket and pulled out a bag of money. He thrust it at the tallest officer. He held it in his hands and shook it. The Pars jingled inside it like bells. The officer was impressed. But there was no way he would let some boy free a criminal without a fight. “I’m sorry my boy, but it’s going to take a lot more than this to make this encounter never happen.” Craig shrugged. “If you must,” he said he reached into his robe again and pulled out another bag, bigger this time. He tossed it at the same officer. “Will this erase this incident?” he asked. The officer grinned greedily “You were never here.” The men walked away discussing how they would spend their great wealth. Craig walked over to the man who had watched the whole display. “You should take this from me- run. They’re going to be none to happy when they open those sacks. They were my tin caps. I was saving them for an emergency such as this.” The man nodded- then ran for all he was worth. Craig turned around and started again towards the cathedral. In a matter of minutes, he was staring at the front porch. He took a deep breath and stepped inside. The stained glass windows were magnificent! Craig was hypnotized in their odd display of colors. He was snapped out of his gaze by a voice. “Sir? Are you here for a reason?” Craig snapped his head around and saw a man no taller than his chest, standing next to him. “Er... Eh...” Craig was deeply embarrassed, an emotion he did not experience often “er... I have come here to worship the sacred guarder gem- if that’s not a problem with you...” The man nodded “All are welcome to worship it. But please, do not call it the Gem simply call it, the Stone.” “Er... right, So were is it?” The man walked over to the wall. “Right here.” He said, and he turned towards the wall held out his hands, fingers facing up and said four words. “Iknosh forto nixto tweek!” Instantly the wall slid away, revealing a secret door. The man walked inside it, turned around and said “To get through this door you must find out how observant you are. And don’t worry- all you have to do, is open the door like I did.” And at that, the door slid shut. Craig walked over to it. He held his palms up, fingers clenched and said the words. “Iknosh forto nixto tweek!” nothing happened. Craig thought for a minute and remembered. His hands were the wrong way. He held up his palms again and said “Ikwash ferto nicto tweep!” Still nothing. He thought harder. Ah! Of course! His incantation was wrong! He held up his palms for a third time and said “Iknosh Forto Nixto tweek!” The door slid aside. He stepped inside. The man stepped out of a shadow. “Very good. Now to get through the next door you must learn how to obey orders.” He said. “Very well then,” said Craig “what must I do?” “First you must take off your shoes.” Craig removed his sandals. “Now what?” “Now you must light that candle on the desk, then there is only one more thing you must do.” Craig did so, using two rocks he had found on the road. The man looked slightly impressed. Instantly another door opened, this one led to the Stone chamber. Craig stepped inside. He the saw the Stone sitting on a pedestal carved of wood. Nothing to special. He was expecting a lot more. But at least he was at his goal. Time to proceed with the rest of his plan. “Uh Sir?” He asked the man who had brought him into the chamber “what is the legend of the Stone?” even though he already knew the answer. The man looked at him. “The prophecy! Not the legend! It’s the prophecy!” Craig was startled at the man’s sudden outburst “Okay! It’s the prophecy! So, what is the prophecy?” “The prophecy of the Stone... according to the inscriptions, The one with the purest heart will unlock the true power of the Stone and they will be the one who helps the sword bearer close the door, thus restoring power to all Sectionss!” Craig was confused. This was not the legend he had heard when he was younger. “Sir? What, exactly, is the sword that the sword bearer weilds?” He asked. “First of all, you can call me Jerome, and the sword? What sword did you think?” He answered “I thought maybe it was a magic sword of some sort... maybe able to, I don’t know, cast spells like a wand?” Jerome grinned. “Magic, my boy, is the key word here. It is the sword of all elemants. It can cast spells of terrible power, and only can be used by the true bearer.” “So... who is the bearer anyway? Some powerful Warlock? Or maybe a dragon slayer? Or possibly even a mighty king?” Jerome shook his head. “The bearer has not been decided, but this much is certain: The bearer is not a warlock (st least not yet), or a dragon slayer, or even a mighty king. The bearer, is a kid. Just like you.” Craig was taken aback, another not commonly expressed feeling. “A kid? Amazing. And you said he’s not decided yet? Who decides anyway?” The man grinned. “The bearer does not get chosen by anyone. And the bearer is not the chooser either.” “Then who decides who the bearer is?” “The sword.” The silence was deafening. No one said anything. Everyone even seemed to have stopped breathing. Craig walked over to the Stone. He reached out his hand to touch it. It seemed to glow yellow when his hand went near it. He stepped away from the pedestal and looked at Jerome. “Eh... Jerome?” he asked “Don’t you usually preform some sort of ritual about now?” Jerome seemed to wake up as a new person. “You’re right!” he shouted and jumped up “You! Get the candles! You! Get the chair! And you!” he pointed at Craig “Move the pedestal into the center of the room! Hop to it!” Everyone obeyed orders. Craig ran towards the pedestal, picked it up, and moved it to the center of the room. The yellow stone seemed to be made of glass as he moved it to the center of the room. He just settled it down on the floor when everyone came back with there items. The man with the candles spread them out on holders around the stone. The next man put a silver throne in front of the pedestal. That man must be stronger than he looks to carry that thing! Thought Craig. Everyone walked-no, ran- and formed a line in front of Jerome. Jerome tapped the hourglass on the table next to him. “It is time.” The men formed a circle around the pedestal saying a prayer that was unfamiliar to Craig. After the prayer was over Jerome stepped up to the Stone and said: “Oh mighty Stone! Let us harness your power to seek the true chosen one!” and laid his hands on the Stone. His hands were on the stone for less than three full seconds when his eyes snapped open. “Everyone! We must inform the leader! The Stone we have worshipped for many years, is now missing!” ************************************************* tell me what you think!!! Comments (3) | Permalink Monday, July 31, 2006    MY STORY IS HERE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Okay, so I got some votes and I decided that I should post my story. Plus... I was bored, so I decided to post it up for the sake of something to do. However, there is one problem with my story, there are no indentations, so It's kinda hard to tell one paragraph from the next. But anyway, here are the three, Yes three prologues. ************************************************* First Encounter I A young boy, at the age of ten, woke up from his slumber. He had actually been sleeping due to a spell for his own protection. But he didn’t know that. He yawned, He had a strange recollection of two friends, there names were... Dimitrius... and... Keri. He sat up and yawned, rubbing his newly opened eyes. His hands fell from his eyes and fell upon something hanging around his neck. He pulled it up. It was an orange amulet with one round end, but the other end was jagged, as if broken off of something, but he heeded it no mind. He stood up and looked at his surroundings. He realized that he was on something that looked to him like straw and mud. He walked forward towards an edge and looked down, seeing a dirt path ten to fifteen feet below him. He jumped down, a fall that would break an ordinary person’s leg, but it didn’t. He looked around, he was in a village square! Small huts with thatched roofs were set up in a giant square, along with some larger ones that were bakeries, candle shops, and more. People walked in and out of stores, before quickly coming out again, paying this small boy no mind whatsoever. A hint of movement in the sky caught his attention. He looked up, shielding his eyes from the suns rays by putting his hand to his brow. Powered by curiosity, he chased the object in the direction it was headed. He soon found himself staring at a well on the outskirts of the village. He looked up, the falling object was headed directly for the well! He backed up, in case the object didn’t go into the well. The object crashed through the small roof, which prevented rainwater from contaminating the ground water, which was fed by an underground river, into the bucket and continued down, with the bucket. The boy stared at the well, and reached for the rope. He pulled up the bucket along with a bucketful of water. He dumped out the water and a small, orange amulet clunked to the ground. He picked it up, on side was smooth, the other half was jagged, as if it had been ripped off of something. He had an idea. He took off the amulet and held the jagged ends of both of them together. They would fit perfectly, so he put them together, and nd a beam of light sent down the crack, and the amulet became one. “Whoa!” he cried in astonishment. Just then, it was as if someone took a knife and tore open the very fabric of air. An old man with neat gray hair, a flowing robe, three fingers, and a scythe stepped through the portal. “Give me that!” he cried and snatched the amulet from the boy’s hands. The boy said the only thing that a ten year old could. “Hey!” he shouted and tried to take the jewel back. “This magical artifact, belongs to a warrior named Nathan, and should not be handled in the hands of a child!” Thundered the thief. “But-!” started the boy. The man payed no heed and stepped through the portal. Soon all ws the same. “My name is Nathan,” finished the boy. First Encounter II A young, poor boy was standing in his small house with his father. There was a pounding on the door. “Open Up! This is the police! We’ve come for the treasure you stole! Open up!” came the cry. The father in the house grabbed his son’s hand. And pulled him down into the cellar where there was a large wardrobe. He opened it up and parted the clothes. “Craig, I want you to stay here, do you understand?” said the father urgently. “Yes,” replied Craig. “Good, no matter what happens, stay here- no matter what. I want you to be safe, hiding here is the only way.” Craig went into the wardrobe and leaned against the far wall. His father closed the door. As it was closing, Craig said: “I promise.” He heard his father climb up the stairs noisily and open the door. He heard him say something cheerfully to the officers, a crack, a scream, and then interrogation about the treasure. He heard them whipping him more and more to barbarically get the answer out of him. Finally he heard a sound he will never forget, his father screaming one more time then yelling: “It’s under the front step!” There was more cracks of the whip, a pounding of a nail through wood, then silence. Craig counted to one hundred then cautiously made his way up the stairs to his house. There he found his father, dead, with viscous whip marks on his back through his clothes, which were torn. There was a note nailed to the wall, Craig ripped it off the nail, it stated: Addressing whomever visits this house, The owner of this household has been beaten and disciplined to punish him for his crime of stealing treasure from the Empire. Unfortunately, he died during his interrogation. Signed the Captain of police, Kermon Honderburg. Craig crumpled the letter in his hand. Died during the interrogation? They whipped his father after they got the information! Kermon would pay for this, and so would the rest of the Empire. They would rue the day they killed his father, and stepped foot into his house! Craig walked outside to his wooden front step, which had been savagely torn open. The police had idioctally unnoticed the hinges on the side closet to the house! He examined the empty space and noticed a small amulet they had left behind. He picked it up, and it started to glow brightly. Craig was taken by surprise and dropped it, and it abruptly stopped glowing. Someone wearing a brown robe ran through the street, scooped up the amulet, and kept running. “Hey!” called Craig, but the thief had already ran down the street into a cathedral. First Encounter III A small boy, at the age of ten, was laying on a chair in his small house, bored. So he decided to take a search through his attic. He walked up the dusty stairs and found himself in a rather large space filled with large trunks and boxes. He began rummaging through some of the boxes, trying to find something to amuse himself with, but actually got entertained by searching for the items! In the end he found an old book of spells, an odd looking ball, a silver ring (which he put on his finger but was far too big,), a chain, a lot of clothes, and a portrait of some uncle of his he had never heard of. He put the ring on the chain and wore it as a necklace. He looked inside a trunk he was searching through and noticed something that he had missed. It was a small box with a moon and some stars on it that had a latch. He opened the latch and small a parcel with a string and paper rapped around it. He pulled the string of and took off the paper, surprised to find an amulet. He picked it up and it began to glow! He dropped it suddenly and it stopped glowing. “Jordan!” came a yell, surprising Jordan making him jump. “Dad!” cried Jordan in surprise. “What are you doing up here? Don’t go rummaging through things that aren’t yours!” as he spoke he picked up the amulet, stuffed it back into the box, threw it in the trunk, and slammed the trunk shut. “Don’t ever let me catch you up here again!” shouted Jordan’ s father. “Yes, sir,” said Jordan weakly, not sure why his father was so upset. He began to walk down the stairs, but not without taking one last look at the trunk where magic was waiting. ************************************************* Tell me what you think!!!!!!! Comments (2) | Permalink Pages (16): [ First ][ Previous ] 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 [ Next ] [ Last ]   Anime | How to Draw Anime | Anime Wallpapers Top of Page