Chapter One: Beginning of The End- Final Draft   

 

“Hear that, my friend. It is

the call of the war drum. Thump,

Thump, a heartbeat and

it summons me to war”

-Arajuan to Socrates

A man with icy blue eyes and short salt and peppered hair gazed from a dark, tall, and jagged throne. He held a cherry wood scepter with carved woody thorns and a large garnet stone. The gem itself pulsed with cloudy swirls as if alive. He wore a deep navy robe with a dragon clasp at the neck and silver thread lining the sleeves. His aged face twisted into a bitter grimace as he tapped the armrest of his throne with impatience.

The room was a dismal, bare space; on the wall to the right hung a painting of a dark oily Asian Lung and its partner, a young man with dark brown-black hair and similar piercing eyes. Displayed in a corner was a mannequin dressed in an elaborate inlaid silver breastplate with a blue jeweled dragon design and an attached black roman style war kilt. On the mannequin’s head was a helmet with ornate blue and silver feathers.

A long, burgundy carpet led to the throne from the large oak wood entry doors. On either side stood two sturdy dirty-blonde haired identical elf-orc guards, their armour jagged in a way that appeared covered with needles and thorns. Their noses were semi-flat, and their lower canines jutted over their top lips. When the doors opened, the grey-haired man turned his attention to the one who entered.

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Prologue- Final Draft

 

“Come listen to my tale, lest

we forget the horrors of the Dragon Wars.”

-Mika Tsuki

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In the annals of history many great wars were fought and forgotten. Kingdoms would rise, and they would fall but our world was not the birthplace of war. The Divines, the first race through which all races were born, were a peaceful science driven race. They set out to travel worlds and found Gaia. They lived amongst the mortals and Gaia became a magical place where the inhabitants honored the Divines and Dragons. In return, we blessed them and guided them. Both worlds lived in harmony with the pulse of the universe.

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Chapter Seven: The Shadow Revealed (Revision)

“How many fear the dark only

to find there is little to fear”

-The Bird-Child Socrates

 

 

 

As the shadowy mist faded away, a foreboding man with charred brittle skin appeared. In the cracks, there glowed what appeared to be red-hot lava. His eyes were like embers as he glared at them. Ayana regained her bearings, Tarnink behind her, sword drawn. A small troop of twisted men circled them.

Ayana found herself faced with this monstrosity. His eyes glowed so hot that his stare burned into her. He was blind, yet Ayana felt he could sense her that he was looking at her.

The scar he had on his left eye glowed the brightest red and cut deeper than the other red cracks of his flesh. Strapped to his right side he carried a sword, and in his right hand a long spear. His long feathery black hair blended in with the darkness of the forest. He wore a battered Spartan styled armor without a helmet or a shield. His tattered maroon cape draped his shoulders. His body alone seemed like a stone as if the charred skin was protection enough.

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Chapter Four: Homecoming Disgrace

“If you fail, I will deliver

the most severe of punishments.

Pain and suffering will be your only friend”

Gori to Arajuan

The warm sun could not cheer Arajuan’s defeat, and losing the twins would cause him even greater pain. He had taken a full troop of men but now he had enough left for one platoon. As they marched towards Lenagard, he halted the men and sniffed the morning air. Mika, she must be taking the hatchling.

“Into cover now, we don’t have the men to fight another dragon!” He ordered.
Arajuan led the men into a small thicket of brush. He then crept back out toward the scent of Mika. Socrates flew from a tree and to his shoulder. The boy had watched over the cave the night before and now he lent Arajuan his eyes. Mika was with a man, Tarnink, he recognized those jade eyes and tied oak hair. In the moss jacket, that had to be the wyrmling who Arajuan would suffer for.

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Queen of Kalos: The Adventure Begins

A pokemon fan fiction

By Cera Knapp

Hi, my name is Cera and I want to get my final Princess key. I need it so I can be the queen of Kalos region. While others tell me I have a difficult road ahead I know it will be easy for me with my “eeveelutions.” There is one thing that stands in my way though. My eevee,  Eeveen is constantly targeted by Team Rocket. One day though I will beat them once and for all and become Queen of Kalos! Let’s go Eeveen and catch them all!

Holly’s Luau: A Doll Story

Holly goes on vacation to Hawaii, while she’s gone her friends find themselves missing her.

Written By: Aaron Knapp

Characters of this play:

Holly- Chan: A spunky blond haired girl

Kumiko: The go get’er brunette with pig tails

Akemi: The shy brown haired blue eyed one

Sumire: Despite her turquoise hair she doesn’t like standing out.

Ai Indigo: Goth princess Ai is the newest.
luau1a

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Holly’s Luau: A Doll Story

Holly goes on vacation to Hawaii, while she’s gone her friends find themselves missing her.

Written By: Aaron Knapp

Characters of this play:

Holly- Chan: A spunky blond haired school girl

Kumiko: The go get’er brunette with pig tails

Akemi: The shy brown haired blue eyed one

Sumire: Despite her turquoise hair she doesn’t like standing out.

Ai Indigo: Goth princess Ai is the newest.
luau1a

(more…)

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