Hi, this is my new story. I know it's not the one I wanted to post, but what can I say? This popped up on m mum's computer, so I must have written it already, and I thought I should post it. Tell me how I did, okay?
Morzan was strong. He was fast. He was relatively handsome. He was powerful.
But the simple truth was, Morzan Jacobsson was a bully. He lived in Belatona, the City of Wonders, was big for his age and had a body that resembled nothing more than a healthy Urgal ram. The perfect build for hurting his classmates. And how he enjoyed his advantage. During school hours, he would amuse himself by grabbing hold of his unfortunate desk-neighbor's ear and twisting 'till the poor boy squealed in pain, or flicking balls of iron he had stolen from his father's smithy at any child foolish enough to look at him. Nearer evening, when all the youths of the city were out swimming in Leona Lake, he would hold them under water until their faces were purple. Nothing gave Morzan more joy than seeing his classmates run from him as he ran from his father, watching them cower, helpless as rabbits under the hunter's shadow, as he beat them the way his father did him. He derived pleasure like no other than that. Acting the bully was the only thing in Morzan Jacobsson's life.
Until, that is, the elf courier came bearing the dark, sinister scarlet dragon egg.
Morzan's world faded for a few seconds, and the floor was unsteady around him. Then he lashed out at all the others in his way as he scrambled to the queue. He wanted the egg. He wanted to be the Rider. He loved that Dragon Egg; it was his favorite color. A deep crimson. The dragon egg was the color of blood.
So, how'd I do? I know I failed BIG, but I appreciate you telling me anyways.
Yup!
