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The little girl was huddled under the table in the corner of the room hugging her knees. She wore a tattered little gown. "Why me?" Monake thought.
"I'm sorry I scared you." Monake said. "What's your name?" The girl studied Monake's face carefully. He seemed trustworthy.
"Zomi." She muttered. "That's a pretty name." Monake said. Zomi blushed a little. "I'm Monake."
He looked around a bit. "Where are we?" Monake asked. "We're in Benji town." the child replied. "Benji town used to be prettyful. But since the bad man came and hurt Trouble, all of the trees are sad, and the water's not nice to us anymore."
"Okay..." Monake said, bemused. "Who's trouble?" He asked. "Trouble's our dragon. He made our town prettyful until the bad man came." Zomi replied.
"Who's the bad man?" Monake asked.
He was answered with a long silence. "Can you keep a secret?" Zomi asked. "Okay." Monake answered, a little puzzled. Zomi looked out the hut window where Monake was staying. No one was watching.
" I saw the bad man. He hurt Trouble. I tried to stop him, but he hurt me." Zomi explained. "And now it's my fault that the bad man hurt trouble." Zomi sat on the table, hugging her knees again.
"It's not your fault," Monake began "It's good enough that you stood up to him." Zomi looked very frightened by the man she was speaking of.
It was almost as if he new the man she was describing.
"I see you've met my sister Zomi." A woman had walked in the door. "I'm Milo." She said. "He's Monake." Zomi replied.
"So this dragon." Monake inquired. "His name's trouble?"
Milo looked very puzzled at first. Then a look relief came across her face.
"The dragon's name isn't trouble! Zomi can't say the name. The dragon's name is Trevah. He protected our land and made it prosperous until the poacher came. He stabbed the dragon's golden heart. Soon he will turn evil and wreak havoc on the town... But now you're here." Milo explained.
"Huh?" Monake was extremely confused. "My father has been expecting you." She replied.
So much trust was just put on him. Monake couldn't understand. What was all of this about anyways?
He was led to a luminous building. Through them came a tall man in tattered and stained robes. His glistening white beard almost fell to the floor.
"Welcome." He said softly. "Follow me through the chamber."
Monake was led through many halls filled with tiny windows. The clouds outside the windows were dark and secretive.
Monake, Milo, and the tall man walked for what seemed like hours. Monake stepped lightly, for a feeling of welcome had spilled over him. Zomi had disappeared.
~~Footnote~~
GAG!
I now it's grammatically incorrect.
But what does it matter anyways? It's a story!
They finally reached a room with large silver doors. It reminded Monake of stories his mother told him. The doors opened to a room with a very large ceiling. Inside, lay a humongous red dragon.
Beside the dragon, was a feeble old man kneeling by his side. "Welcome to Benji." He announced. "We have been waiting for you." Monake, still in confusion found his voice to speak up. "How have you been waiting for me?" he asked. "Have you not heard the prophecy?" The old man questioned.
"No." Monake answered. "Well then we must tell you." Milo interrupted.
"Well," The old man began. "Our town, Benji, used to be a plentiful place. Our crystal clear springs were free to drink from, and our Bonsai trees were strong, bringing happiness to any person who saw them. But our most amazing quality was our dragon Trevah. We had promised him that if he protected us from wars, then we would protect him from poachers. He was wanted by poachers for his golden heart.'
` Crazy, no? But if it is so crazy, then how could there be a dragon in this very townhouse? Unfortunately it is foretold that one day a poacher would come past our guards and pierce the dragon's heart and soul with hatred. But it is also foretold that a warrior will appear at the gates of Benji when almost all hope is lost. And here you are." The man said.
" ...Okay..." Monake said.
"You must stay and rest for a while until you leave on your quest." Milo informed. "Um...I don't know if that's a good idea." Monake cautioned.
"Nonsense. I shall show you to your quarters." Milo replied. "Oh boy." Monake thought.
Milo once again led him to large room. In this room was a small bed. Milo turned around in the room. "This is where you will stay for tonight. You may remove your shirt." "What did you say?!?!" Monake jumped back aghast.
"Oh I'm sorry! It is tradition for people in Benji to only change their shirt before sleeping." She explained. "Really!.." Flirted Monake. "You have no idea how important it is for you to save this town..." said Milo on a more serious note. She drew the drapes at the window closed.
Monake clasped Milo's hands in his. "I will do what I can..." Monake gazed into Milo's silvery eyes. "I feel like I know you ..." He murmured. "So do I..." Milo said. For minutes they stared at each other. Finally Milo broke the silence, startled. "I- I must go..." Milo began. "Okay." Said Monake.
He turned to the window and took off his shirt at the same time that Milo turned to the door. Milo paused for a second and turned back to Monake. "Monake," she began. But when she turned back around to face his back a look of fear spread across her face. She let out an ear-piercing shriek.
Monake jumped at her scream. "What?" Monake demanded. Still shaking, Milo extended her shaky hand out and pointed to Monake's scar he looked in the mirror
The haunting scar had turned a sickening blackish brown, and had grown up his shoulder, across his back, and down his right shoulder.
He grabbed her as she quivered and fell like a perilous leaf caught in a thunderstorm's wind. She looked up at him with wide dilated eyes and said, "You must come and see my father."
Milo got up immediately and pulled him down the halls to the dragon's chamber. "Father!" Milo called there is another! We MUST get help-" She stopped dead in her tracks.
The dragon was no longer sleeping. And Milo's Father stood shadowed in a dark and unsettling mist. His eyes glowed a scarlet red. The dragon sat around him, in black emblemed armor.
"This can't be good." Monake said.
Zomi burst into the room crying. "Daddy! The bad man is back! He's coming to get Nomake!" she warned. She leapt into his arms. He snatched her in the air. "Daddy?" Zomi questioned. She then looked into his scarlet red eyes. "NO!" she yelped. "LET GO OF ME YOU BAD MAN! YOU HURT TROUBLE! I'LL GET YOU!" she shouted. He held her and cackled a sickening laugh.
"All of this time and I have finally got you..." He knashed.
"ZOMI!" Monake shouted.
"Ah. The one and only Monake. How I've longed to meet you." He deviously implied. "LET HER GO SWINE!" Milo jeered. "What? Without hearing my little tale? I think not." The shadow replied.
"For you see, it was not easy hunting this bringer of my downfall. I had sensed her strength from afar, but made a couple of mistakes on the way. Of course once I have altered her, she will make a loyal servant." He taunted.
Monake paused. "What do you mean?" Monake questioned.
"Your father has not told you Milo?" The shadow arrogantly asked.
"Told me what?" demanded Milo. "The other part of the prophecy of course!" the shadow grunted.
"Everyone knows that I have my chance to not only bring down one little town! It's to bring down the whole world! One by one the cities will fall to me. And this warrior?" He disgustedly announced.
"I will be the rein of his downfall! But it is not his power that will be able to stop me you see. It will-or it would have been- this squeamish brat! That is, if she does not be accumulated into my perilous hell army!" He let out another sickening laugh.
Monake reached for his sword. "Uh uh ah! The shadow interrupted."
" Try to attack me, and you will end up killing everyone except your target. For you see, that curse of yours was bestowed upon you by yours truly."
The shadow commented.
"NOMA!" Monake shouted. "Ah. So you have finally figured out my little puzzle have you?" Noma chortled.
"Milo, LEAVE NOW." Monake warned. "Monake," Milo began. "DO IT!" Monake yelled. Milo ran out the doors into the streets of Benji, calling the guards of the town.
"Oh Monake," Noma beckoned. "Aren't you forgetting a little something?"
Noma now raised Zomi higher into the air with one hand.
Zomi watched as Noma carried on with his laughter. She kicked him in the gut hard. Noma let go of Zomi and bent over clutching his stomach. Zomi dropped to the ground and ran.
"Nomake!" she cried. Tears were now streaming down her face. She ran as fast as she could.
Monake reached out for her. Their hands touched for one split second before Noma's Morphed hell-beast of a dragon lifted her up in his clutches, broke open the ceiling, and set off for Noma's domain. Noma grew taller and the disguise of Milo and Zomi's Father peeled off into a pile of skin.
There remained an 8-foot tall character with devil's horns and wings of fire on his head and back he let out another evil laugh and flew off.
Monake ran out the door of the building just to see Milo fall to her knees shrieking, "NOOO!" before the beast, the warlock, and the child fly out of site.
Monake ran to the front steps of the building shouting "YOU MONSTER!"
He then ran to Milo and held her. They shared another bond of mystery. Milo hugged Monake sobbing: "Bring her home Monake. Bring her home."
The little girl was huddled under the table in the corner of the room hugging her knees. She wore a tattered little gown. "Why me?" Monake thought.
"I'm sorry I scared you." Monake said. "What's your name?" The girl studied Monake's face carefully. He seemed trustworthy.
"Zomi." She muttered. "That's a pretty name." Monake said. Zomi blushed a little. "I'm Monake."
He looked around a bit. "Where are we?" Monake asked. "We're in Benji town." the child replied. "Benji town used to be prettyful. But since the bad man came and hurt Trouble, all of the trees are sad, and the water's not nice to us anymore."
"Okay..." Monake said, bemused. "Who's trouble?" He asked. "Trouble's our dragon. He made our town prettyful until the bad man came." Zomi replied.
"Who's the bad man?" Monake asked.
He was answered with a long silence. "Can you keep a secret?" Zomi asked. "Okay." Monake answered, a little puzzled. Zomi looked out the hut window where Monake was staying. No one was watching.
" I saw the bad man. He hurt Trouble. I tried to stop him, but he hurt me." Zomi explained. "And now it's my fault that the bad man hurt trouble." Zomi sat on the table, hugging her knees again.
"It's not your fault," Monake began "It's good enough that you stood up to him." Zomi looked very frightened by the man she was speaking of.
It was almost as if he new the man she was describing.
"I see you've met my sister Zomi." A woman had walked in the door. "I'm Milo." She said. "He's Monake." Zomi replied.
"So this dragon." Monake inquired. "His name's trouble?"
Milo looked very puzzled at first. Then a look relief came across her face.
"The dragon's name isn't trouble! Zomi can't say the name. The dragon's name is Trevah. He protected our land and made it prosperous until the poacher came. He stabbed the dragon's golden heart. Soon he will turn evil and wreak havoc on the town... But now you're here." Milo explained.
"Huh?" Monake was extremely confused. "My father has been expecting you." She replied.
So much trust was just put on him. Monake couldn't understand. What was all of this about anyways?
He was led to a luminous building. Through them came a tall man in tattered and stained robes. His glistening white beard almost fell to the floor.
"Welcome." He said softly. "Follow me through the chamber."
Monake was led through many halls filled with tiny windows. The clouds outside the windows were dark and secretive.
Monake, Milo, and the tall man walked for what seemed like hours. Monake stepped lightly, for a feeling of welcome had spilled over him. Zomi had disappeared.
~~Footnote~~
GAG!
I now it's grammatically incorrect.
But what does it matter anyways? It's a story!
They finally reached a room with large silver doors. It reminded Monake of stories his mother told him. The doors opened to a room with a very large ceiling. Inside, lay a humongous red dragon.
Beside the dragon, was a feeble old man kneeling by his side. "Welcome to Benji." He announced. "We have been waiting for you." Monake, still in confusion found his voice to speak up. "How have you been waiting for me?" he asked. "Have you not heard the prophecy?" The old man questioned.
"No." Monake answered. "Well then we must tell you." Milo interrupted.
"Well," The old man began. "Our town, Benji, used to be a plentiful place. Our crystal clear springs were free to drink from, and our Bonsai trees were strong, bringing happiness to any person who saw them. But our most amazing quality was our dragon Trevah. We had promised him that if he protected us from wars, then we would protect him from poachers. He was wanted by poachers for his golden heart.'
` Crazy, no? But if it is so crazy, then how could there be a dragon in this very townhouse? Unfortunately it is foretold that one day a poacher would come past our guards and pierce the dragon's heart and soul with hatred. But it is also foretold that a warrior will appear at the gates of Benji when almost all hope is lost. And here you are." The man said.
" ...Okay..." Monake said.
"You must stay and rest for a while until you leave on your quest." Milo informed. "Um...I don't know if that's a good idea." Monake cautioned.
"Nonsense. I shall show you to your quarters." Milo replied. "Oh boy." Monake thought.
Milo once again led him to large room. In this room was a small bed. Milo turned around in the room. "This is where you will stay for tonight. You may remove your shirt." "What did you say?!?!" Monake jumped back aghast.
"Oh I'm sorry! It is tradition for people in Benji to only change their shirt before sleeping." She explained. "Really!.." Flirted Monake. "You have no idea how important it is for you to save this town..." said Milo on a more serious note. She drew the drapes at the window closed.
Monake clasped Milo's hands in his. "I will do what I can..." Monake gazed into Milo's silvery eyes. "I feel like I know you ..." He murmured. "So do I..." Milo said. For minutes they stared at each other. Finally Milo broke the silence, startled. "I- I must go..." Milo began. "Okay." Said Monake.
He turned to the window and took off his shirt at the same time that Milo turned to the door. Milo paused for a second and turned back to Monake. "Monake," she began. But when she turned back around to face his back a look of fear spread across her face. She let out an ear-piercing shriek.
Monake jumped at her scream. "What?" Monake demanded. Still shaking, Milo extended her shaky hand out and pointed to Monake's scar he looked in the mirror
The haunting scar had turned a sickening blackish brown, and had grown up his shoulder, across his back, and down his right shoulder.
He grabbed her as she quivered and fell like a perilous leaf caught in a thunderstorm's wind. She looked up at him with wide dilated eyes and said, "You must come and see my father."
Milo got up immediately and pulled him down the halls to the dragon's chamber. "Father!" Milo called there is another! We MUST get help-" She stopped dead in her tracks.
The dragon was no longer sleeping. And Milo's Father stood shadowed in a dark and unsettling mist. His eyes glowed a scarlet red. The dragon sat around him, in black emblemed armor.
"This can't be good." Monake said.
Zomi burst into the room crying. "Daddy! The bad man is back! He's coming to get Nomake!" she warned. She leapt into his arms. He snatched her in the air. "Daddy?" Zomi questioned. She then looked into his scarlet red eyes. "NO!" she yelped. "LET GO OF ME YOU BAD MAN! YOU HURT TROUBLE! I'LL GET YOU!" she shouted. He held her and cackled a sickening laugh.
"All of this time and I have finally got you..." He knashed.
"ZOMI!" Monake shouted.
"Ah. The one and only Monake. How I've longed to meet you." He deviously implied. "LET HER GO SWINE!" Milo jeered. "What? Without hearing my little tale? I think not." The shadow replied.
"For you see, it was not easy hunting this bringer of my downfall. I had sensed her strength from afar, but made a couple of mistakes on the way. Of course once I have altered her, she will make a loyal servant." He taunted.
Monake paused. "What do you mean?" Monake questioned.
"Your father has not told you Milo?" The shadow arrogantly asked.
"Told me what?" demanded Milo. "The other part of the prophecy of course!" the shadow grunted.
"Everyone knows that I have my chance to not only bring down one little town! It's to bring down the whole world! One by one the cities will fall to me. And this warrior?" He disgustedly announced.
"I will be the rein of his downfall! But it is not his power that will be able to stop me you see. It will-or it would have been- this squeamish brat! That is, if she does not be accumulated into my perilous hell army!" He let out another sickening laugh.
Monake reached for his sword. "Uh uh ah! The shadow interrupted."
" Try to attack me, and you will end up killing everyone except your target. For you see, that curse of yours was bestowed upon you by yours truly."
The shadow commented.
"NOMA!" Monake shouted. "Ah. So you have finally figured out my little puzzle have you?" Noma chortled.
"Milo, LEAVE NOW." Monake warned. "Monake," Milo began. "DO IT!" Monake yelled. Milo ran out the doors into the streets of Benji, calling the guards of the town.
"Oh Monake," Noma beckoned. "Aren't you forgetting a little something?"
Noma now raised Zomi higher into the air with one hand.
Zomi watched as Noma carried on with his laughter. She kicked him in the gut hard. Noma let go of Zomi and bent over clutching his stomach. Zomi dropped to the ground and ran.
"Nomake!" she cried. Tears were now streaming down her face. She ran as fast as she could.
Monake reached out for her. Their hands touched for one split second before Noma's Morphed hell-beast of a dragon lifted her up in his clutches, broke open the ceiling, and set off for Noma's domain. Noma grew taller and the disguise of Milo and Zomi's Father peeled off into a pile of skin.
There remained an 8-foot tall character with devil's horns and wings of fire on his head and back he let out another evil laugh and flew off.
Monake ran out the door of the building just to see Milo fall to her knees shrieking, "NOOO!" before the beast, the warlock, and the child fly out of site.
Monake ran to the front steps of the building shouting "YOU MONSTER!"
He then ran to Milo and held her. They shared another bond of mystery. Milo hugged Monake sobbing: "Bring her home Monake. Bring her home."