Heyya guys...
I'M BACK!
Happy everything and hope you had a wonderful New Year! Best wishes to everyone. I hope that everyone is safe!
Anyways, I have a couple things to say.
1. Thank you to LionRulersRoar, who favorited Merry Ship-mas! I honestly didn't think that story was worth anyone's time, and I should have worked harder, but I actually got a favorite! Ahh you people are too nice... Fanfiction surprises me every. single. TIME!
2. Speaking of Merry Ship-mas, I'm still going to include Percy Jackson and Spirit Animals in Merry Ship-mas 2019. There's gonna be stories for that as well as a Mulan 2 story, which won't be included in the Ship-mas. (I got over it, 'kay?)
I'm also getting back into the Warriors series, so expect to see some of those too. I'm trying to get a good chunk out of the books so I can write some fanfics for you guys.
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THE CHARACTERS IN THESE FANFICTIONS. THEY BELONG RIGHTFULLY TO THE AUTHORS OF SPIRIT ANIMALS.
Now, let's get to it, shall we?
Connor POV
Connor was bored.
There was literally no other way to put it.
After the main ceremony, where people close to Tarik stood up and gave a speech - but Rollan noted it mostly sounded like the speakers were choking on their tears- while the others just sat around the coffin and listened. The Four Fallen paid their respects.
Then the other Greencloak kids left and they had to be kicked out of the party afterwards because they were underage.
With a sigh, Connor released Briggan. The wolf appeared in a flash of light. He loped around the halls, wagging his tail, and could always make Connor laugh.
Briggan stood on his hind legs, trying to catch an imaginary stick. Connor looked around for the nearest tree, before realizing he was still in the Greencloak halls. There was a stick in one of the broom closets around here (Connor had put it there). He dashed to the nearest cupboard.
He pushed aside a broom and uncovered the stick, but as he went to close the door, something glinted in the light. Connor threw the stick and went back to investigate.
He reached in at random, and pulled out a box. It was wrapped in green paper and tied with a a big, red silk ribbon. The tag read, "For my favorite Greencloaks."
Connor called Briggan back, and he ran down the halls to show his friends.
Back in Meilin and Abeke's room...
Abeke POV
"It looks like a Christmas present," remarked Abeke. She turned the box over in her hands, then flipped it right side up and shook it.
"Hey!" Meilin yelled. She took the box from Abeke. "Don't destroy the gift before it's even unwrapped!"
They sat in silence for a while. Finally, Rollan attempted conversation. "So, are we gonna open it or not?"
"It's not even Christmas yet, Pigeon Master," grumbled Meilin, but she started to unwrap it anyway.
Inside was:
A bottle labeled, "Spin the bottle,"
A blindfold for "Marco Polo,"
and a small notebook labeled, "Ideas for Extreme Truth or Dare,"
Abeke pulled out a note. "In case you ever get bored. Laughter is the best medicine."
Rollan grinned ear to ear. "Well, what are we waiting for? Let's get this party started!"
Hey peeps! Hope you had a wonderful break.
Hope I did well! Next chapter is gonna be Marco Polo!
I literally have nothing to say byeeeee