Knight's of the Silver Dragon
Birth of the Blue Dragons
Chapter one: Entering Curston
Not sure where I will go with this story. Just had an idea while trying to sleep one night and I've always wanted to make a KSD story so...here it is!
Also the cover photo belongs to Emily Fiegenshuh the creator of all the KSD Book covers.
The summer night air was cool and clear. The stars above shone brightly guiding the way for every human and animal wondering the grassy hills and rocky mountains. Tonight, though, it shone brightly, expecially for a young girl of sixteen; her long golden-auburn hair was pulled back in a high pony-tail, her bangs resting evenly with her brows; her unusual fierce golden eyes almost glowed in the moonlit sky high above her and her creamy white skin gleaming.
The wind blew gently, blowing her hair back and lifting the flap on her bottom up only slightly. Her outfit consisted of: a dark blue V-neck puffed T-shirt and white fabric wrapping round her wast and being tide in the back in a bow firmly to show off her flat tummy. She then wore a dark blue skirt to match the shirt but it stopped half way to her thighs and she wore black spankys underneath and the back of the skirt was longer reaching to the back of her knees. It had a white dragon carefully painted on crawling up the back of the skirt, its long and sharp finger nails looks fierce as its mouth was painted wide open showing off its larg fans and its spiked tail trailing up the other side so that it looked trapped inside the back of the skirt. And lastly were the thigh high white socks and blue toe covered sandals with ropped straps to hold her tiny feet in place. And to top it all off she carried with her a dark leather bag laying criss-crossed over her shoulders.
Her small feet helped her move quickly and her small figure made it easier for her to escape or hide in small areas. On each hip were two doouble blaided swords strapped down. She looked down at the vast valley before, not looking back where she had came, which was a forest and in that forest lives some of the gypsies where she was also found as an infant in the cold winter winds left to die. She saw the gypsies as her own family and friends, though she could never see herself as a gypsy. There was always a thought nagging at the back of her mind telling her to move on and explore; to see what was out there beyond the talls walls of the trees that protected her.
Now she was ready. Ready to explore this world and all it had to offer, good and bad.
She ran down the grassy hill, the wind fighting against her. The view of Curston was coming into view and she smiled, her golden eyes glinting with success. This young girl had heard stories of the Knight of the Silver Dragon and wondered if they really lived up to their titles. Well, she woud be able to put them to their test if theur agreed to acompany her on an adventure for the search of The Blue Dragons. Supposivly The Blue Dragons were just as rare as the Silver Dragons and just as powerful yet stories about them were fadding. The Blue Dragons had not been seen in a thousand years. Those who have heard of the stories imagen them all dead or sleeping deep within the earth.
Perhaps they were all dead though, but whay would be the point in telling this story if they were? Rumor has it that The Blue Dragons lay deep in the sea, their bodies turned to stone after so long of sleeping. Others say that dragon eggs laid burried in sand in the bottom of the ocean and then their are those that believe that The Blue Dragons have taken form of humans and even live among them, but would believe that? So the story about The Blue Dragons remain a mystery...until now.
The girl finally reached the calls of Curston, coming in through the north near Broken Town. She placed her naked palms on the stone wall and felt the wall bit, closing her eyes and getting a good feel. When she opened her eyes she glanced up at the wall and smirked. Climbing this wall should be easy enough, she thought. The young girl stepped a good fifty yards away, grabbed some rop and sprinted towards the wall. She got about half way up and took her rop and took the loop and tossed it of the wall grabbing on to one of the pillers and pulled herself up the rest of the way and then climbed her way down with the cracks in the walls.
When her feet laid perfectly on the dirt she crouched down and looked round herself. Seeing that no one but a few drunks stumbling around and leaning up against the wall to steady themselves out she continued to sneak around. After a while of sneaking around she came close to a pub called The Skinned Cat. She grimaced at the name.
"Looky here." snarled a voice. The young girl turned around fast and saw two giant half trolls half humans. The look of them would make anyone grimace and worse yet they were looking for a fight. "Kinda late to be walkin' round here in this part of Curston, don'cha think?" the peach colored troll snorted and laughed as he turned to his friend with an eye patch.
His friend wipped the slober from his whisky covered mouth. He laughed like a retarded step-child and scratched his belly. "She looks tasty!"
The young girl placed a hand on one of her swords, ready to fight but she was introrrupted when a few night guards saw them. The trolls were quick to take off and the young girl ran off as well and into a dark alley with only a few rats to keep her company and watched the guards run past her. Sneaking into Curston was easier than she had thought and she grinned, her golden eyes shimmered with mischief.
