Starr
"Uh-oh." I
mumbled.
"What's
wrong?"
"I think I'm
stuck." I replied, tugging on the helmet.
"What?" my
best friend, (and soul brother) Cloudchaser, walked up next to me. I continued to pull at the helmet.
"What'd you
do?" Cloudchaser asked, yanking on one end of the helmet.
"I put my
head in it moron."
"I can see
that. How are we going to get you out?"
"I have an
idea."
"What?"
Cloudchaser asked. "Dunking you head in
a lake or something?"
"Like I'll
tell you." I retorted. I mumbled
something incoherent.
"What did
you just say?' Cloudchaser asked.
"I said 'we're
going to get in deep trouble.'" I repeated.
I sent to
my father, Skywise.
**Dad! Can you help me please!**
**Where are
you?**
**In the
armor storage room.** my face burned with embarrassment, luckily no one could
see it.
**You're
not suppose to be IN there!**
**I'm
sorry.**
"We are in VERY
deep trouble." Cloudchaser mumbled.
A few
minutes later, I heard the door open.
Someone walked into the room, followed by another person.
"Hi?" I
suggested, making another pull at the helmet on my head. I hoped the second person wasn't Cutter.
"You're not
suppose to be playing with the scared armor." My father scolded.
"I know, I
know…" I groaned. Cloudchaser was
totally silent, letting me do the talking.
**You could
help me out here.** I snarled at Cloudchaser.
**Don't
have to. I wasn't the idiot who stuck
my head in the wrong opening of a helmet!**
**They're
just like us when we were younger, Skywise.** someone sent in open sending.
**Um, Cloudchaser?**
I asked.
**Cloudchaser
is not here right now. Please leave
your pleading of help at the howl.
Thank You!**
"**Cloudchaser! Is Cutter out there?**
**Yes, but
considering they don't know I'M here, that's a good thing.**
My father
gripped my shoulders and Cutter held on the helmet, and they both pulled. My head popped out easily.
**We should
have thought of that!** Cloudchaser mused, unfortunately in an open send.
"Cloudchaser,
you're in here! Come out!" Cutter
yelled as I rubbed a new bruise on my forehead.
Cloudchaser
stepped out of the shadows, smiling weakly.
Cutter and
my father stared so hard at us, I could fell their eyes on the wall behind
me. Then they busted up laughing
suddenly.
**Um, I say
we leave before they stop laughing and punish us.** I suggested.
**Good
idea!** Cloudchaser agreed, and we ran out of the armory without looking back,
because we would be in mondo trouble.
To Be Continued…
Colt: Hee hee….Okay,
this is mine and Logan's story. We wrote
it while playing on the trampoline, and the plot develops as we go along.
Logan: We don't own ElfQuest.
Can't sue us. You won't get any money anyways. We're BROKE.
Colt: So, have fun until we write the NEXT part!
