Jackalopes qualify as "mythical creatures", right? 'Cause this is for storyteller221's contest. Soo... yeah...
By the way, I'm not going to put too much effort into adding comedic moments into this, but if you know me you know I'll throw some in anyway. Just clarifying that you shouldn't expect anything insanely PBG crazy in this story. I'm itching to make a story where Ian starts singing "Some Enchanted Evening" (from South Pacific) to Amy, because that would be hysterical, but it doesn't really make sense, soo...
*Puts on reeeally deep male voice* Some enchanted eeeeevening, you may see a strangerrr, you may see a STRANNNGGEEERRRRRRR, across a crowded roooommmm....
As you all know, I don't own the 39 Clues or Treasure Island. Both are really good books. Has anyone read the original version of TI? It's really good, even if the language is a tad tricky to understand at first. OLD PEW WILL BE AVENGED!!!
The Jackalope
Amy was angry. At everything, everyone, everywhere. Everything was aggravating, and Amy felt like she had no place to go and no point to live.
Until a jackalope came.
Amy had been this way for a while now, about three months of anger and depression. At the time of the jackalope, she was sitting on the porch of the house she, Dan and Nellie were renting in New Hampshire. She was reading Treasure Island, an old favorite of hers, when she heard a rustling in some bushes across the street. The girl hesitated, then cautiously strode toward the hedge. Out popped a rabbit, with large amber eyes and... antlers.
"What on earth-" Amy began in surprise, when the jackalope bit her. Then he made the queerest expression... almost sly, or coy. "You little nipper!" She cried in surprise, for now the mischievous mythical hybrid had hopped away, but not without stealing something of Amy's: her copy of Treasure Island. She ran off into the woods in pursuit of the creature, not caring anymore of any chance of danger. Which was quite stupid; ever since the clues had started she had learned that any situation could have a deadly outcome.
After chasing the animal for about five minutes, Amy was about ready to give up. The only thing that fueled her was the fact that the jackalope still had her book, which was something of a family heirloom. It had belonged to Hope Cahill, and before her Grace, and before Grace her mother, and so on. A month or so before they died, Hope and Arthur had begun reading it to Amy. Alas, they had never finished. Now the woods was thinning out and getting brighter, so Amy concluded that a clearing was near. No sooner that she thought this did she exit the forest.
The clearing was bright and beautiful. There were flowers scattered on the ground and birds twitting in the trees that encircled the thicket. But Amy didn't look at the flowers or the birds, she looked at the sky, which was a vivid cerulean blue. Indeed, the brightest hue of blue she could recall ever seeing in the heavens. She was so busy looking at the sky that she didn't notice a person walking toward her from behind. So busy, in fact, that she bumped into said person.
Amy whipped around and found her face about two inches from- guess who- the magnificent Ian Kabra. He looked about as baffled as she felt.
"Did you just see a... jackalope... too?" Now Amy was busy noticing that his eyes were the same shade as the jackalope's, so she just nodded.
I'm tired right now, so review and I'll have the next up later. I think I'll just make this story two chapters... or three....
Whatever it takes.
:)