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My Random Journal
I will keep track of all of my stories here, and I will also put down anything and everything that I find interesting. Such as My Lists, they are informational, it shows the items I have received from Daily Chance, the Jigsaw game, game items, exchan
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This is just the beginning of a story, but please tell me what you think, I will add more to it, when I post beneath this, so make sure you check back. ^.^
The Manakete was once a tribe of great dragon warriors, until one fateful night. Bandits and mercenaries invaded and started to kill my people. My father awoke in the middle of the night and left to try and save all he could. I still appeared to be a young child at the time, for the Manaketes' appearances' do not change for long periods of time. My mother carried me away, in a futile attempt to save me. I hear a loud yell coming from the direction my father had left in, I instantly knew it was him. My mother stopped and turned as she heard the yell too. A scream escaped her dark lips, and she fell with me still clutched in her arms. I managed to crawl out from underneath her, as the shadows of what looked to be men approached. The way they stared at me was like a ravenous wolf approaching a wounded lamb. I looked at their faces, and started to crawl backwards away from them. I had accidentally sat on my left wing and one of them lunged for me. I'm not really sure what happened next, all I know, is that I was eventually standing in the middle of the lifeless bodies of the men who had attacked. I looked down at my hands in fear, and then at the bodies. I took a shaky step back and started to run. As I ran outside, I saw that my father's kingdom had been reduced to rubble. The houses and other buildings were smoking and crumbling beneath their own weight, and the dead dragon-winged bodies of my people, lay strewn about carelessly, as if someone had taken them from a bag, and just threw them to the ground. I staggered toward the village, but my legs wouldn't move, it was as if they were made of stone. Before I knew what was happening, someone grabbed my right wing, and snapped it. I fell to the ground, just as something hard hit me across the back of my head. The last thing I saw, was the burning town, and the smell of burning flesh and scales.
What do you think? Comment, and rate if you'd like. ^.^
 Ravekitten521 · Wed Aug 16, 2006 @ 08:24pm · 0 Comments |
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