Krazyk's story

This is KrazyK, and I'm posting more of my last story. I'm going to skip around some though, because I dont want to type up some boring but neccesary parts and there's parts I havent actually written. :D So here it is, starting after I ended my last post. And just so y'all know, Aleandra found out she can hear the dragon Seraphim in her head and he wants her to learn the language and then teach everyone else. :D Here we go!

“Ah. Eee. Ooh.” The vowels of Dragon language were like a strange taste in my mouth, an unknown flavor. Seraphim said them aloud with me, and tried not to laugh at the faces I was making. “But what can you mean, there’s no I sound?” I asked, frustrated.
“There just isn’t,” he shrugged. “Our mouths weren’t made to say them.”
“But you can say them in my head,” I pointed out.
“I’m not actually saying them,” Seraphim explained slowly. “In my mind, I’m copying the how you say things, and then broadcasting it to your mind. Magically.”
“Oh, Magic.” I sighed. “That explains why its so complicated.” Although this was a magical land, and there were magical creatures, there wasn’t a lot of it around here. This region preferred to use more reliable things, such as Dragons, to ensure our safety. It also happened to be the most peaceful part of Lialon.
“I think we should be done for the night,” Seraphim said, sensing my tiredness.
“Thank you,” I groaned. I was looking very forward to finally getting some sleep. For the past three days I had been squeezing Zahreek lessons in the middle of the night.
“Have you told anyone about learning the language?” Seraphim asked me before I was quite out of the cave.
“No,” I frowned. I had been so busy with all my day duties, and wanting to catch whatever sleep I could, I had completely forgotten to tell Rin.
“Alright, because you may not want to,” Seraphim cautioned.
“Why? Who would not want me to learn Zahreek?” I asked
“I’m not sure,” he said. “Its just that so many things could go wrong…” he was lost in thought, and I slipped out. He seemed to worry a lot, thinking about vague forebodings. I shook my head and went back to my room.
I tried to keep my thoughts positive, but the voices came crowding in anyways. ’Learning a language is so hard!’ they said. ’What if I’m not as good as Seraphim says? And so much depends on me, even though I have no idea what. What if I simply can’t do it?’
“No!” I sat up from my position on the bed, and pounded my head against the wall. “Don’t think like that! Never! Ever! Do you hear me?” I pushed open the shutters and let the cool night air wash over my face. A dragon was silhouetted against the moon, circling over the sleeping city. A moth fluttered in the breeze and landed clinging to the wall. My eyelids
drooped and closed, the peaceful scene lulling me to sleep.
And then, there was a clanking. A small clanking, but a sound completely foreign to the forest. My eyes snapped open, and I stared into the darkness. Nothing stirred, and it was very quiet. Then there was a flicker of movement, and a flash of silver. That was all I needed. Down the building I climbed, hopping easily from window ledge to window ledge. This was a very professional Dragon killer, he moved almost silently through the forest. But I was silenter. Soon I had caught up to where he was, and was about to call out for him to stop in the name of
King Charles the Third, when something made me hesitate. Maybe it was because I remembered there was supposed to have been a night sentry in the forest, or maybe it was the way the knight suddenly hooted like and owl and someone hooted back. But I knew right then, something was very, very wrong.
I made my way through the forest as fast as I could, and got to the Dragons Caves long before he did. The dragons in the large cave watched me warily but made no move to stop me as I ran to Seraphim. “Seraphim,” I gasped. “There’s a knight coming. I don’t know if I can stop him with authority alone, can you help me?”
“Not with all ten of them,” he replied, and I cursed. Just like I’d thought, they’d surrounded us.
“But why would they do this?” I almost wailed. “They’ve never come in groups before.”
“There’s no time to explain,” Seraphim said urgently. “You must do something. Now.”
“Alright,” I nodded, a crazy plan forming in my head, and climbed the nearest tree. I was drawing my bow just as the knight I had first seen appeared. He strode boldly into the moonlight, and bellowed forth,
“Dragons! I challenge you to a fight to the death!”
“No,” I said, as loudly as I could. “In the name of King Charles the Third, the treaty of this city, and the protectors, I command you to take back you challenge.”
“You command me, do you?” he said, looking up at me with a dangerous light in his eye. “Alright then, I wont fight. You can take your crossbow off me now, though.”
“I command you and your nine comrades,” I said firmly, not moving. His eyes narrowed.
“Oh, you think you know so much, do you? Well you don’t know anything. And what should stop us from cutting down you little tree and--exterminating you?” the moon glinted off more silver as the rest of the knight stepped menacingly forward from the darkness.
“And what should stop me from ordering the rest of us archers from shooting every last one of you?” I replied evenly, though my heart was thudding. “Not to mention the dragons.”
“Oh yes, the dragons,” the leaders face turned ugly. “You just keep your precious Dragons by your side and everything will be fine. But it wont, not for you. I’ll get all of you.” And they strode away.
I know I should have gone dashing after them to see where they came from and arrest them, but frankly I was too shaken. I could barely climb down from the tree and stagger into Seraphims cave where I slumped against the wall. “And I suppose you’ll say ‘It is not my place to reveal it’ now, too?” I said wearily.
“No,” I must tell you everything,” Seraphim said gravely. “I suppose it will not put your life any more in danger then it already is.”
“Ooooh,” I gave a long sigh and put my face in my hands. “Just what I needed.” And so much for getting sleep.

Someone was shaking me. “Eh,” I groaned. Blearily I tried to open my eyes, struggling to wake up. “Aleandra!” Rin shouted my name, and my eyes flew open.
“What? What?” I sat up from my uncomfortable position on the ground and took a look and Rin’s worried face.
“What are you doing here?” He asked exasperatedly, gesturing at the cave.
“What are you doing here?” I asked back, trying to sort out my muddled brain.
“I come here every morning, to get this dragon for our morning rounds,” he said, nodding at the dragon behind us. I turned around, to find Seraphim gazing quizzically at me. Seraphim.
‘ “So explain,” ’ I had said last night, after everything. And he had started to.
‘ “You know our neighboring country, Riddam?” ’ he asked. I nodded, not sure what that had to do with the attack. ‘ “Well, us dragons have relatives there. And they brought word to us, Riddam wants Lialon. And to do that…” ’ And quite suddenly, I had fallen asleep.
“He was just about to tell me…” I trailed off, aware that I was thinking
aloud.
“Tell you what? Who?” Rin asked.
“A dream,” I said finally. I couldn’t tell him. “I was having a dream, that Se-- this dragon could talk. He was telling me a story. I must have sleep walked here.”
“Sleep walked?” Rin said doubtfully. “Through the whole forest?”
“I know the path pretty well,” I rolled my eyes at him. “I only walk it every day.”
“Alright,” Rin got to his feet and beckoned to Seraphim. “I’d better be off, I’m late already. And make sure you don’t sleep walk again. You’ll give me a heart attack if I find you in some other random place!”
“Well thanks,” I said. “See you.” As they were leaving Seraphim spoke to me, dead serious.
“Speak to no one of last night,” he said. “And be careful.” I wished I could have spoken to him, too. But Rin was there, and I didn’t know how to ‘Broadcast my thoughts’ like he did. But he had to finish explaining. Other then wondering about it to death, I guessed that what he was about to tell me was very important. I was lost in thought the whole way out of the forest.
“Where were you?” Familiar voices greeted me as I stepped into the protectors house. “You missed breakfast! You never do that,” They half joked.
“I was just checking the forest,” I said, grabbing a muffin. After all, it was true. “I guess I lost track of time.”
“Did you find anything?” A nervous fellow named Liam asked quickly.
“No,” I said, as a thought began to dawn on me. “Wait, weren’t you the one who had night watch last night?” I asked.
“Yes,” he said, fidgeting. “Why do you ask?”
“I didn’t see you, that’s all,” I said and headed towards the stairs. On the way up, I heard footsteps pattering behind me.
“Wait,” Liam called out, and I turned to look at him in surprise. “I wanted to thank you, for checking the forest last night,” he said.
“Why?” I said, very confused. “You were there the whole time.”
“Well the thing is,” he hesitated, the tips of his ears going pink. “I fell asleep. So I’m glad you dropped by, I would have felt awful if someone had gotten to the dragons. I’ve never fallen asleep on duty before, you know,” he said, a bit defensively.
“That’s alright,” I patted his arm, smiling warmly. “And your welcome.” Poor Liam had just sorted things out for me.

That night I stole away to Seraphim’s cave again. There wasn’t a sound in the forest, which was a relief. I wasn’t ready for anymore unwanted action.
“What is it?” Seraphim said as soon as he saw my face.
“I figured out why I fell asleep last night,” I whispered. “And why the knights weren’t stopped by the night sentry.” Seraphim nodded along as I told him of my conversation with Liam, and didn’t look very surprised when I finished triumphantly “Someone put a spell on me and Liam last night! Someone who doesn’t want me to know, what you were going to explain. Can you finish explaining?” But Seraphim was thinking aloud.
“One of them must have been a wizard, then,” he said. “They wouldn’t have gotten back to their so quickly.”
“Hello? Can you please explain?” I jumped in. “It has to be important.”
“It is.” Seraphim peered intently into the woods, then satisfied, he explained. “You remember last night when I said Riddam wants Lialon? Well, this city would be their first attack. Its right on the border, at the base of the mountains.”
“So if they try to come over we would be directly in the way,” I said slowly.
“Exactly. And this city is very well protected, with its dragons. So to get over this city, they first have to exterminate the dragons.” The importance of his words sunk in and then I burst out “The knights were from riddam!” After that I was quite speechless. They had planned everything perfectly, and it would have succeeded… I shuddered to think what would have happened. And all that had stood in their way was me.
“Now you see why your in so much danger,” Seraphim broke into my thoughts.
“No, you are!” I said. “You’re the one a whole country wants to kill! I have to tell the King at once!”
“Then you’ll need to get there fast,” Seraphim said. “We must leave at
once.”
“Shouldn’t we tell the lord of this city?” I asked. “You dragons definitely should have more protection.”
“The fewer people who know of our leaving the better ,” Seraphim said slowly. “News could leak out, and we’d have all of Riddam on our heels.”
“Well then,” I said. “I guess we’d better leave.”

Okay now it goes to when they land for the day, Aleandra goes to a big library in the city their nearby and sees a dragon word carved on the wall. She gets Seraphim to come with her in the night and look at it. And while they were flying he tells her the story of the war between humans and dragons, when the dragon language was lost.

The huge doors looked solid and totally impassable, but Seraphim heaved them open like they were cardboard, after I checked the street to make sure no one was around. What would people think to see a dragon in the library!
“Now where was this dragon word?” Seraphim whispered, his eyes giving a ghostly light for me to see by.
“Here,” I scanned the walls, and pointed to the symbol.
“Here,” he echoed, and said when I looked at him “That’s it. The word’s Here.”
“Why would dragons go to all the trouble of carving the word Here in the libraries wall?” I mused, running my hand over the indentation. My fingers found little notches in the word, with which a little pressure slid to the right. With a click, the floor under my feet started sliding
backwards.
“Ah!” I yelled, nearly losing my balance. Seraphim looked equally astonished, and we both peered down into the dark hole the floor revealed. “Do I want to find out what’s down there?” I whispered apprehensively. The sound of loud footsteps made my decision for me, and I jumped down.
It wasn’t a far drop, and Seraphim fluttered down besides me. I gasped in surprise as the room was illuminated. It was a large room, with a wooden floor and ornate walls. But everything was covered in stacks and stacks of scrolls. Only a narrow path to the other end of the room was
left, and kneeling there rummaging in the scrolls was a man. “What are you doing here?” I blurted out as he turned his head at the sound of our arrival.
“You.” The knight from the dragons forest rose menacingly, a scroll clutched tightly in his hand. “I thought I would see you sometime soon.”
“And what are you doing here?” Seraphim stepped out of the shadows, and I straightened. “You have no right to steal scrolls from this library.”
“Ah, but they wont even know its missing, will they?” He sneered. “No one’s been in here for three thousand years.”
“So how do you know about it?” Seraphim asked with an intensity I had never seen before in him.
“Why would I tell you?” he answered bravely, but foolishly. Seraphim lunged at him, not very far but enough to scare him. The knight leapt towards the tunnel that had been dug into the wall of the chamber, and at the mouth of it turned back. His eyes were burning coals, staring at
Seraphim.
“We will get you,” he repeated his former words, pausing emphatically. “ALL of you.” And with that, I punched him. “Hey!” He knocked backwards against the wall, more surprised that I had sneaked up on him then hurt by the blow. I drew my dagger and hurled it at him, causing him to scramble out of the way and into the tunnel. He quickly receded into darkness.
“That was rather foolish, don’t you think?” Seraphim reprimanded mildly. “After all, that was your only dagger.”
“He didn’t know it,” I smiled, rather smugly, and bent to pick up the scroll he had dropped in his haste. “And I wasn’t after him. I wanted this.”
“Oh, yes, let me see it please,” Seraphim said as I made my way back to him. I frowned with confusion as I looked at the scroll, which was full of tightly written Dragon letters. “The waterfall of wind,” Seraphim read aloud when I handed it to him, and looked puzzled. “Why do I recognize that name?
“Read it,” I urged impatiently, and Seraphim continued on.
“ ‘The waterfall of wind is located in the beautiful land of Ferasim. It is very good farm land, abundant with rivers and lakes. The only mountain is called Gerari.’ ” he broke off, exclaiming suddenly “I do know that name! It’s the name of a great dragon hero, who lived about six thousand years ago.” I waited, and he continued. “ ‘The waterfall of wind goes off a cliff on the south side of Gerari. Inside is a great treasure, valuable to all of man kind and dragon kind. It was out of its holding place and being used for the past three thousand years, but now that a great war is taking place it has been put away for safe keeping. Gerari has been proved right, the humans were not worthy enough for it. To release it, you must willingly throw yourself off of the cliff of the waterfall of wind. It will suck you into safety, where if Gerari sees right you will be entrusted with the treasure. Then his spirit will be laid at peace.’ ”
There was a silence in the room, a silence such as I had never heard before. All the scrolls seemed to be listening, waiting for the next words. “So Riddam doesn’t just want Lialon, it wants the great treasure too?” I said, half whispering.
“Yes.” Seraphim breathed, his face clear with understanding. “And this great treasure is much more important then the single country of Lialon. If it falls into Riddam’s hands, all the dragons will surely die and the treasure will be destroyed. We must go there and protect it at once.”

So they have to cross over Riddam to get to the Waterfall of Wind, and they get attacked by the bad guys. They find shelter but Aleandra's shot in the arm.

I slept peacefully for a long time, my pain and worry fading away into nonexistence. It all returned when I woke up. “Oh no,” I hissed as I sat up, finding myself looking into a pair of unfamiliar eyes.
“What?” The boy said just noticing me, and stepped forward. He was still by the trees across the clearing, and using my good arm I tried to scuttle backwards and into the safety of the trees. No such luck. Giving a cry of pain, I fell over again as my wounded arm scratched against
rocks. “You’re hurt!” He exclaimed, rather unnecessarily. I just groaned and closed my eyes, more out of frustration then pain. What an idiot I was, staying out in the clearing where anyone could see me. And where, for that matter, was Seraphim?
“Here, let me see that,” the boy hurried forward and bent over me, examining my wound critically. As of my present situation, there wasn’t any way I could stop him. “How did you get this?” he asked seriously, looking at me. I turned my face away and didn’t answer. He paused for a moment, then shook his head and stepped away. “I don’t have anything with me to cure this, you’d have to come with me to the village doctor to get treatment.”
“It will heal on its own,” I spoke at last. “And I’m not going anywhere.”
“Where are you from?” he asked, still hoping to get an answer from me. “I live in Mefara, a village just a little ways through the woods.”
“How close is it?” I tilted my head sharply to look at him.
“Half hour walk, maybe,” he answered and I mentally made a face. We’d have to leave by nightfall, if this young man didn’t spill our whereabouts before then. And by the way, where was Seraphim? I scanned the skies anxiously but didn’t see him, all the while hoping this guy
would just give up standing there and go away.
“Look I don’t mean to be rude, and thank you for your concern, but can you just go away now?” I asked exasperatedly after a few minutes.
“Alright, if that’s what you want,” the boy said, walking slowly away but his face still curious. When he was almost at the other end of the clearing he turned and said in a rush “Oh, and you may want your bow and arrows near you, there’s said to be a dragon roaming around here. The
authorities already tried to get him with their special poison tipped arrows, but he’s still
around.” And with one look at my face he quickly left.

And there you have it! I havent really been working on it alot because I have been trying to figure out my nano plot. And I think I've succeeded! I shall now tell it to you in great detail. :D

So there's three worlds, Human, Fairy, and an alternate world that's like human world. One main character is Ember, in Human world. It starts when she finds out she's part fairy, and she goes to fairy world with her grandfather. Her grandfather is in charge of an orginization that protects the gateway to fairy world, and its made up of people that are part fairy. When she's there they tell her the story of the third world. The alternate world discovered the gate to fairyland before Ember's did, and they told the whole world about it. So lots of people went there, and lots of children were part fairy. But then a bad fairy got into their world, and a bad person got into fairy world and there was general havoc. So they sealed off the gate and in the Alternate world they tried to find and kill everyone who was part fairy. But a few remained. Thats where my second MC is, Taran is part fairy and he's hiding out with other people like him. When Ember hears about the state the people are in in the other world, she wants to save them. So she goes out to find the gate and rescue them.

So yeah it isnt much, but I'm so excited!!!!!! I cant wait to write it. And good luck on all of yours, everyone!
Oh and on the first of november I will be dressing up as my MC, Ember. It shouldnt be too different because she's pretty much like me. :D
KrazyK

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