Sword of Demetri ch. 1 bit 3

The small sailboat was being tossed about on the stormy waters. A splintered stump was all that remained of the mast. What had been the sails were lashed around the boat, and under the sails, protected from the elements but very seasick, were Demetri and Paul.

When the wind subsided and the storm blew itself out, the boat was still mostly intact, but the first thing Demetri did once he emerged from under the sails was throw up.

“This boat isn’t a sailboat anymore,” he told Paul, eying the mast stump.

“It isn’t even a rowboat,” Paul replied sullenly. “But we can’t just sit out here in the middle of the ocean and wait for our deaths. We must think of something.”

“You’re the one with all the brains, always coming up with plans,” Demetri yawned. “You think of something.”

Most of the morning was spent deep in thought, at least in Paul’s case. Demetri seemed to be spending his time deep asleep. Occasionally, he changed sleeping position, but aside from that, neither sound nor movement did he make. But Paul’s cry of alarm quickly roused the catatonic one.

“Whah?” he asked sleepily

“LOOK.” Paul pointed to some dark shapes slicing through the waves towards the immobile boat. The creatures surfaced for air a few times, giving Demetri a view that made him think of the things as dragon-headed dolphin seals. But once they go closer, the “dragon-headed dolphin seals” popped their heads out of the water to stare quizzically at the battered boat.

“What are they?” Demetri asked Paul. Paul, of course, was the one with all the brains, and he promptly answered, “Some people think they are miniature larucas, but they are better known as sea dragons. They are pretty intelligent, as far as animals go.”

Before Demetri could find out if they liked to be petted or not, the pair of sea dragons seized the severed rope on the front of the boat, and began swimming at high speed towards land. “Very intelligent,” Demetri noted.

They arrived on the coast at high noon, thirty miles from Tammycus. But, of course, they didn’t know that. Demetri turned to look at the sea dragons again, but they vanished into the sea, clicking in a rapid succession, and making growling noises. Just as they disappeared, a huge shadow passed overhead. A real dragon, a hungry dragon, was hunting.

“Run!” Demetri yelled. The huge green dragon swooped, dipping its claws into the ocean in hopes of snagging a sea dragon for lunch. It missed, and that just made it angrier. So it went after Paul and Demetri instead. Dragons can fly faster than anyone can run, but most of the land consisted of trees and forests, where the dragon could not reach them.

Eventually, they came to a valley, and as they began to travel around it, the dragon seemed reluctant to keep up the chase. It had the choice between getting lunch, then fighting the dominant dragon of the valley, or avoiding a fight and leave hungry. It decided to get lunch, and face the music. Rather angry roars, actually.

The dragon had been flying no longer than a minute, when a gray-brown dragon with yellow stripes on her wings attacked out of nowhere, raking her claws down the side of his head. Demetri and Paul sat down, breathing hard, to rest, while watching the violent scene above them.

Sword of Demetri ch. 1 bit 2

Thanks a lot world, for letting my baby dragons die.

Paul had drawn his own sword and was trying to fend off the soldiers. Demetri pulled out rhe magic one and slew one solders. A few of the others around him fell down dead.

Just then, some wulves decided to sho up at a bad time. Their scrawny, gray bodies slunk around a throng of people towards the fight on the docks.

“Uh-oh,” Demetri said. But as he prepared to fight the new enemy, he say a group of men arguing over something.

“Straks said not to.”

“But he’ll die if we don’t!”

“But Straks-”

“Straks’ll be grateful to us if we save his skin.”

They came to an agreement, drew their swords, and came to the rescue. Demetri almost forgot to pay attention to the danger all around him.

“Who are you?” Demetri asked one of them.

“Friends. Now don’t ask questions.”

Demetri obeyed, but after a while, he found himself backed to the edge of the pier, and the soldiers kept coming. There wasn’t any use trying to fight his way back to the strangers and Paul, so he jumped into the salty water. A soldier threw his spear, which jsut missed Demetri’s foot.

He plunged into the chilly water, swimming (hopefully) upward.

Crack!

Ouch. There was a small boat directly above him. He reached up and grabbed the side of the small boat and pulled himself iin, almost tipping it over. Paul splashed into the water after him, severing the taut rope that held Demetri’s craft in the harbor.

Soon, both of the were sailing away in the small vessel, while the mysterious swordsmen continued to fight the soldiers.

The soldiers allowed the remaining strangers to escape, and instead focused their attention on the sailboat, which was nearly out of sight.

“Should we pursue them, sir?” a pike man asked his captain.

“No, they have no provisions, and there is a huge storm only a day away,” the captain replied with a sly smile. “It won’t be hard to find their wreck and retrieve the sword.”

***

King Arran was in an extremely foul mood.

“Haven’t you caught that nightmare of a tormentor yet?” he roared at the Captain of the Guard. By this, he meant a certain being called Terraxis.

“No, Sire,” the Captain replied carefully. “Terraxis isn’t quite human, making him hard to capture.”

“You’ve seen him?! You’ve seen him, yet you still failed to capture him and bring him to me?” Arran raged. “You’re demoted down to Captain of the Janitors now! Get out of here!” The king turned to sulk and brood on his bad luck, while Captain Straks of the Janitors exited the room quickly.

Reecus became the Captain of the Guard. Reecus was a lot meaner than Straks.

The next day, Straks was scrubbing a bloodstain off the roof when a large, black, winged wolf descended. The wolf was wearing a simple tunic, and carried an empty scabbard at his side.

The wolf folded his wings and asked, “Where are they now?”

“They were last seen by my spies, who say they are now sailing into a huge storm, in the direction of Tammycus.”

Terraxis, for that’s who it was, groaned. “No! Dragons live around Tammycus shores, feeding of the smaller sea dragons who dwell there. If they survive the storm, they will get into a scrape with some large dragon.”

He began pacing. “Any ideas?” he asked Straks. The janitor shook his head.

Interruption

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The Sword of Demetri ch.1 bit 1

Since this story is soooo stinkin’  long, it is broken down into bits of chapters. And it is “Demetri” Ki, not “Demitri.” And also, Ki, if you will remember when we were quizzing each other on the names of our story characters, and there was no one in your story named Demetri or Paul.

“C’mon, Demetri, we have to go! NOW!”

Demetri groaned in protest and rolled over. However, Paul had other things in mind; he tried to drag Demetri off the lice-infested mattress while threatening, “Don’t make me slap you!”

Paul’s threat was enough to make Demetri roll into a sitting position, and from there, to half stand on the floor. “All, right, what did you haul me out of bed for?”

“Look for yourself,” Paul answered, pointing out the small window. Demetri peered out.

“Dang, how’d they know we were here?” An angry mob was clustered on the doorstep of the filthy inn, becoming angrier by the minute as the door refused to open.

“The innkeeper told them,” Paul grumbled. “Dirty, lying cheat. The wulves are coming, and following the wulves are soldiers. We should get a move on.”

Demetri sighed. He was still tired, but if the door was jammed, the wulves would make sure it wasn’t. Pausing only to make sure his long, ornate-hilted sword was still in its sheath, he and Paul left the room rather quickly.

“How do you plan to get out, seeing as the door is out of the question?”

“The window in the kitchen.” Demetri wondered if this would work, since the window in the kitchen was only slightly bigger than the one in their room. But Paul’s plans usually worked. Demetri stopped in front of the kitchen window and studied it for a minute, then drew the sword and stabbed it. Instead of shattering, the glass vanished, leaving a not-so-perfect escape route.

A crash sounding from the front door informed the two friends that the wulves had arrived and were howling and clawing the door down. Demetri vaulted through the window, but got stuck halfway.

“Go, Demetri, they’re coming!”

“My butt is stuck, help!”

“I here voices! It must be them. Over this way!”

Out of desperation, Paul kicked Demetri in the rear as hard as he could. Demetri flew out the window and face-planted in the dirt, while Paul scrambled out after him. They ducked around the corner to see if anyone had noticed. Someone stuck their head out the window, and unfortunately, a beam of sunlight glinted off Demetri’s sword hilt, which flashed brilliantly in the dim light.

“AHA!” the man yelled. “Send the wulves!” Demetri and Paul ran away at these words. The man retreated inside and grabbed a young boy who had joined the mob because it was a cool thing to do and ordered, “Run to the barracks and tell those soldiers to hurry up.” The boy, looking very frightened, nodded and ran, too.

Three wulves skidded around the corner, but when they saw that Demetri and Paul were too far away to howl at, they gave chase, but their sense of smell is not as good as a wolf’s, and they soon lost their quarry in the crowded streets of Mahzi.

“So how do you plan to get out of town now that everyone knows we’re here and is looking for us?” Demetri asked.

“Get down to the docks and take a sailboat.”

“I don’t like stealing.”

“Well, what’s your idea? We can’t just walk out, ’cause they’re watching the gates, and even if we had the money, we couldn’t buy horses, ’cause they’re watching the stables.”

“And, chances are, they are watching the docks, too.”

The “they” Demetri and Paul were referring to were King Arran’s soldiers. They were after him because the king wanted the sword, but Demetri had been told not to not let him have it. He had been awoken in the middle of the night, two weeks ago, when something flying had knocked a hole in his ceiling and dropped the sword through it. Demetri had pulled the sword out of his floorboards and read a small piece of parchment attached to it: Take this sword to the Temple of Dykus, but if the King gets it, you’ll be sorry.

So Demetri had taken the sword to Paul’s house, and they both set out to find this Temple Dykus. Along the road, Demetri had spotted a sign that had originally read “To Tammykus” but it was so old and peeling that it did look a bit like “To Temple Dykus.” So Paul and Demetri went this way, on the wrong track completely.

“Aauugghh!” Paul yelled. They had arrived at the docks, which were swarming with soldier who had just noticed the pair. One of the soldiers had just tried to behead Paul, who had barely enough time to parry with his own sword.

I am

happy, for many reasons: 1 The Sword of Terraxis is about ready to post, 2 I made some really cool lego things. If you have an account on lego.com, please be buddies with lurri.  3 I am taking Ceramics this year, and the last project of the second term is mythical creatures and I am making a dragon. My table partner whom we shall call Sarcasm is making a gryffon and I ended up making the head for him and showing him how to make feathers. 4, dragons are awesome. the end.

I would also like to warn you about upcoming posts. They might be strange.

Coincidence Shade In the Garbage

Who cares if the title is long? It wouldn’t be if Coincidence Shade had a shorter name.

One day, shortly before he ran for a long time, Coincidence Shade was emptying the trash down a metal chute when a Radda came sneaking up behind him and kicked him in the butt, sending him tumbling down the garbage chute. The ride was not pleasant.

Meanwhile, the three friends of Coincidence Shade were taking a new underground hovership, the Solo, for a test drive. Their names were John Social, Lucas, and Leah. (Yes, this is the part of the dream that went Star Wars. They looked a lot like Luke, Leia, and Han Solo.) The Solo had some major technical malfunctions: the control joystick had broken off, and the Solo was heading for the self-renewing garbage conveyor belt. In a sudden fit of fury, John Social slammed his hand down on the sparking hole where the joystick used to be, resulting in a large burn on his hand, which hurt a lot. Lucas thought this was very funny. Leah shouted,”Look! It’s Coinicidence Shade!” All heads turned and… CRUNCH. The Solo hit the conveyor belt and broke a large chunk out of it. Since the conveyor belt was self-renewing, another piece of conveyor belt appeared right through the Solo, forcing the door open and breaking a window. The Solo was right up against the Garbage Chopping Machine and the blade was actually barely stripping the paint off one side. Gargage continued to move along the conveyor belt through the Solo. Everyone aboard had spotted Coicidence Shade and were waiting for him to enter the Solo so the could help him off the conveyor belt, but several Raddas were spotted behind him. They were able to maintain their balance, and were running along the belt towards Coincidence Shade. So the Solo’s crew pulled out their ray guns and shot the Raddas dead. Then they saved Coincidence Shade, who was able to fix the Solo. The end.

Coincidence Shade Runs a Long Time

Okay, you are probably wondering what the heck a coincidence shade is. The Answer is: Coincidence Shade is not a what, he’s a him. I had this really wacko dream last night and I am going to tell you the whole thing without editing. In “I died but not really, there was a whole ton of editing. Yes, so on to Coincidence Shade. (By the way, that really is his name.)

Coincidence shade was patrolling the edge of the canyon, looking for Raddas (the bad guys), when ten of so soldiers in uniform suddenly went charging past, straight off the edge of the canyon. Coincidence Shade was just about to follow them when another soldier ran up and shouted, “That is not advisable, Commander Shade! It is nearly three miles to the bottom! And there is a lake!” Then he jumped himself. Coincidence Shade’s curiosity was gettin the best of him, so he jumped. About halfway down, he started falling headfirst, and got himself into a spot of bother behind a large chunk of stone. Just when he was least expecting it, the stone moved, making a crack just wide enough for Coincidence Shade to slip through and start falling head first.

***

At the very bottom, the two soldiers that had not jumped into their hoverspeeders and zoomed away were waiting, one on each side of a puddle that was no more that three feet across. This was the lake, because it was extraordinarily deep for a puddle. One of them spotted Coincidence Shade falling. “He followed. I knew he would,” he said. Both men got ready to fish Coincidence Shade out of the very deep puddle. It appeared he was about to make a perfect dive. But a sudden gust of wind knocked him off course and he crashed head first onto the hard rock instead. Shrugging, the two men jumped on their hoverspeeders and sped away.

This next part has a name, surprisingly. It is called “Coincidence Shade wakes up.”

Coincidence Shade woke up with a very bad headache. Standing near him was a Radda, dressed in black. “Oh, look at this. Coincidence Shade,” the Radda said. “If I were in a good mood, I would leave you there. But..” He trailed off. Coincidence Shade took a wild guess. “You’re in a bad mood?” The Radda nodded. “An extemely bad mood.” So Coincidence Shade jumped up and started to run. Everyone knows that when a Radda is  in a bad mood, it is not a good idea to stick around. But the Radda followed Coincidence Shade, and Raddas never get tired. Coincidence Shade did get tired, but the Radda was too close for comfort, so he ran on. Eventually, they left the canyon on a down escelator and continued the sprint all the way back to the good guy base. However, once Coincidence Shade and the Radda entered the boudaries, the Radda disappeared. A man nearby explained, “Anti-Radda Shield. Just finished installing it.”

So, that is the first adventure, without editing, of Coincidence Shade. There were still a lot more, and this was all in one night! In one dream! So wait for the next Coincidence Shade. It is called Coincidence Shade and the Chopping Machine.

Chicken Pie

I got your nose and I put it through the door and I smelled them making chicken pie and I got your ears and I put them through the door and I heard them making chicken pie and I got your eyes an I put them through the door and I saw them making chicken pie and I got your mouth and I put it through the door and I tasted chicken pie.

Then I got some monkeys and I put them in chicken pie and I got you and I put you in chicken pie and I went through the door and the monkeys were playing in chicken pie and you were sitting in chicken pie.

Then I got a napkin and I cleaned the monkeys and I put them in the zoo and I cleaned you off and put you in your house. The end.

Sorry

Aaarrrggghhh! I can’t take it any more! The Hamilton Collection is soooooo slow! :p And I can’t post not clay dragons until the package comes! And I can’t really start Dragondale until I get an account on YouTube! I can tell a little about Dragondale. Dragondale is a town in the realm of King Kragen. The realm is the whole thing of Dale Valley. All the towns in Dale Valley have the word “dale” in them. Veggiedale is a farming town, where almost everyone grows and sells vegetables. This is where everybody in the kingdom gets their veggies. Fruitdale grows fruit, Meatdale raises livestock, and Golddale is the most important dale of all. Golddale is a mining town, supplying gold and silver for the King, mostly to be made into coins. Be creative and think up some more dales. The strangest dale of all is Dragondale, named for the legend of the local dragon. No one knows for sure, though. Dragondale doesn’t do anything in particular, but it is a very good place to go if you want to meet interesting people. Elves live in the forest near Dragondale, and they come into town occasionally. Dragondale gets a lot of tourists. King Kragen never paid a lot of attention to Dragondale, until something happened to change that. Sorry, that’s all I can tell you. The videos will explain a lot, but if the package comes first, I’ll jump into not clay dragons.

Finished!

Well, how did you like it? I seriously want to know! Comment, PLEASE, and tell me! After another go-round of editing, this one may be ready for hardcover. Still, if it isn’t good enough, I’ll give up on Book 2, Outrunning the Demon, and move on to my newest brainy idea, Ants. It is supposed to be filled with adventure. Yes, well, I’ve noticed that NOBODY EVEN READS THIS BLOG! Hardly anybody reads this blog anymore:( Yeah. Anyway, who likes YouTube? Mother does. Too much. She is going nuts waiting for the last Twilight book to come out, so she spends hours at a time listening to Muse on YouTube, since that is what Stephanie Meyer listened to while writing. The other day, I confronted her about it. “Mom, why are you listening to this horrible song?” “That is what I’m supposed to be telling you not to do.” Ha ha. I just decided that I would give you a little warning before I launch into a whole new series of posts, and these will be very cool. But since you all are now sick and tired of dragons, I’ll give you just a few more. Not now, though, another time. Please keep coming back. Please. I need you guys.