It rained. Again. Shay put her rough, reptile hand onto her window. She looked down it and onto the garden roses that she was given for her ninth birthday. She was thirteen tonight. She was heir to the throne of the world. Years ago, before she was born, Ricky, her father, had led three creeps and Iris to an attack on the world of humans. Now, there were no more humans. Actually, some humans were given a choice: become a creep or leave the land. Most of them were in the corners of the world, living like indians. The creeps weren't as "creepy" as the humans said they were. Actually, they were beautiful. There scales shone like jewels. They still looked like normal humans, only with the scales and tail. Their eyes were all bright and beatiful. Shay had violet eyes that looked like diamonds. She smoothed her dress and went down the tower. She met her mother, Iris, down the way. She had chosen to join the creeps as well, and married Ricky when at age. The three creeps that began the creep era were all gone, there work done. Ricky now ruled the earth at fifty years of age, and getting older. "Hello, mother," she said, trying to by formal. Her mother smiled, and led her to breakfast.
Her mother had blue scales, like Shay, but her eyes were clear and silver. Her long, black her tied back with a silk ribbon. Iris had a habit of holding her long tail in front of her, since she had never stopped tripping over it. They met Shay's father, who's yellow scales and black eyes glittered in the sun that shone through the glass ceiling. They sat at a table baring fresh meat and fruits. Her father picked up a strawberry and popped it into his mouth. "Good morning, Shay," he greeted, then wiping his mouth. Shay took a leg of chicken and nibbled at it. She always chose to preserve her food. "Good morning, father," she replied. His black eyes were like dark pearls. They were hypnotizing, even to his kin. When Iris sat down to eat, she took only fruit. She liked to balance her meals, just like she did as a human. She only ate meat for lunch and dinner.
"Ricky," she said. "Our daughter is now thirteen. She must begin training." Ricky nodded, and looked towards Shay. "Shay," he said. "She is right! You must begin training for battle, study, and you must know about the history of our land!" Shay groaned. She hated to study, and now she'd have to do it more. She was only looking forward to magic. After the vain rule of humans, magic had been released. Humans had been ignorant, and left good things to rot while they destroyed the planet. The rule of creeps was good. It saved the earth.
After breakfast, Shay was led to the study chamber where her tutor, Mr. Ted, taught her magic. He was a green scaled creep. His eyes were amber, and had a glow like fire. He had no tail, as he needed it for a charm that saved the life of his cat, Jankens. He had a scar that glowed like diamonds across his cheek by that same cat. Shay always wondered why he would want to save such a rude cat. "Now," he said. "For the Inhalement Charm, what do you need and what does it do?" Shay knew this answer well. "You need a blue scale and an oak root. It brings breath back to a dying person," she replied. Mr. Ted nodded his head in approvement, and went to the next lesson. "Now, we must make the Inhalement Charm, Shay," he said. He handed the bottles of ingredients to Shay. She looked over them, looking for ground root. She found the rough powder that was it and she sprinkled it into her bowl. She pulled off one of her dead scales and broke it into peices and stirred it in. She looked over the dying rat that Mr. Ted layed down to her, and she sprinkled the powder onto the bleeding mass. The wound on the rat closed up, and it got up. It breathed the air around it, and scurried off.
"Very good, Shay!" he said. He put the remaining powder into a flask, and put it into a box on his desk. He never seemed to clean it out, though he had been putting flasks of remaining potions in there for years. Shay shook the powder off her hands, and picked the remaining specks from under her tightly packed scales. She pushed back her long hair, and pulled out the ribbon that held part of her hair in a pony-tail while the rest was down. She made her hair into a full pony-tail, and left the room. "Don't forget to study your potions!" said Mr. Ted from behind her. She agreed, and walked down the hallway to the outside of the castle. Magic was the last of four classes daily, and she gulped in the air relaxingly. She felt sore after her sparring lesson earlier that day, and her headache was just beginning to go away after the fumey smells of potions and old history books. Although creeps were reptilian, they were warmblooded creatures. Their scales were like skin, and you barely felt the difference between the scales, as they were packed tightly on top of each other. The rain had gone, leaving drops of water on the grass and leaving much mud. She went back inside, and climbed up to her room. She exchanged her indoor dress with a worn outdoor dress that went a little above her ankles. She put her shoes away and put on socks and above-ankle boots. She tied the laces, and quickly brushed her hair. She took off her jewelry: necklace, earrings, and rings. Her thin, glittery tail trailed behind her as she strolled out of her room. She grabbed a pack on her way out, which was always full of anything she'd need: Snacks, a knife, and some matches. She acted like an innocent being strolling around the castle, and made her way to the door. She walked outside, and glanced at the windows to make sure anyone was watching her.
She didn't immediently go to the woods. She walked around a bit, sat on the benches, and pretended to read a small book for a while. Then she made her way closer to the woods, bench by bench. This sure is tedious, she thought. The whole "yard" of the castle was green and lush with the occasionaly tree. Benches were everywhere, made of marble stone, and shiny like creeps' scales. The dull reds, browns, and whites of the marble shown clearly, though covered by glare. The woods looked beautiful, too. The oaks and widows and maples had vines of flowers clothing them, and their leaves making inviting music in Shay's ears. Her light blue scales glittered slightly with the sun glaring out of the thin clouds. The clean, moist air was invigorating to Shay, and she slipped into the woods. The sun became darker, now, and the trees were each about a yard or half apart. She stepped through the forest, easy now that she had done it many times. She held a branch while going down a steep drop to more earth, and went left to her secret area. It was made by her and for her. It was a ten yard long and wide patch of clearing, with a marble bench with a few cracks, a wood cabin with a bed. She went here after her studies, which were previously only three classes. She slept here occasionally, and had all the food she needed in her backpack. She entered her cabin, which took about half the whole clearing. She was welcomed by warm, drier air, and Dot, a little siamese who was white with only black on her face and tips of ears. She also had occasional peppers of black on her tail.
"Hi, Dot!" she said, picking up the furry cat. She purred, and rubbed her face on Shay's. She set down Dot and shook the fur from her. She refilled Dot's bowl, which let her free-feed all day while she was gone. Dot had been her pet when she was eight, but when the guards and workers at the castle had kicked at her for a while, Shay had her come to her cabin, free from booted feet. Shay plopped down on the bed with wool blankets and a normal white pillow. Nothing silky, fluffy, or goose-feathered. She put her hands behind her head, and stared at the wood ceiling. She took her backpack off and took out a bologna sandwich. It had mustard and mayo, cheese and bologna. She ate it hungrily, not having to have eated anything since this morning, and it was three o'clock PM. After eating the last bit of bread, she got up and left the cabin, letting Dot out with her.