DRAGON WORLD TERRORISM
SPYRO
ok, this is my first ever real story I've done, and I'm not very good, so no hate reviews, ok? mainly what happens is kind of like the Spyro version of the terrorist attack on America, that's all... *deep breath* ok, here goes...
I slowly wound my claw around the paper, leading the lead here and there, making random lines across the papey. I wasn't writing, nor drawing, (which is what I like to do most) but rather just messing around. I don't know why, but I kept on, suddenly, my claw stopped... a feeling of completion seemed to beam from the strange squiggles on the paper. I picked it up, admiring it. But while I admired it, I wondered, 'why did I do this? It makes no sense, it's just a bunch of lines, I'm a fifth-year, and it looks like something a second-year would do... why do I like it so much?!?!?' I thought, and it tempted me to look harder and see what was so special about this piece of paper... I looked harder, and after about a minute or so, the lines began to move, but I didn't seem surprized, I just watched... They slowly formed themselves into what looked like a wingless faery, nude, standing beside a large dragon and a smaller gryphon. We had a name for these wingless faeries, since faerie's have humanoid bodies, we call the wingless ones 'humans'... Anyway, I noticed the look of these things were strange, it looked like paintbrush stroke, and the beings didn't move, so it had to be a picture of a painting... but then just as I made this conclusion another came up as the first was erradicated... this time it was a vase with flowers, I couldn't tell what kind of flowers because it had no color, remember, it was just black and white squiggle... then as fast as it came, it disapeared again, switchiing to another, then another, too fast for the mind to comprehend, faster adn faster, I began to get dizzy, the world turned black as only the doodle and I remained, and it slowed suddenly, like it was reaching a destination of some sort... then I felt something materializing, inside the picture that was coming up on the paper, and also around me, I could see a dimly lit room, with an arch door, it felt strange, pulling me... I forced myself to look away from the picture, when I found out I was in that room. This place had color, but it was still dark, and I could barely make out the archway... It felt familiar, yet dangerous... I looked back at the paper, as if it were my means of escape. Nothing but the remaining picture, and I felt a presence coming through the archway in the picture, right before it came into view, I looked up from the picture, and the drakness of the room flooded darker, draker than dark. Just pure dark, and then light flooded the area and I was in my house again. "good morning..." said my mother, "what are you doing up so early?" I replied, "you know I like to get up early to see you before you go to work... You spend less and less time at home lately all the time..." I said, looking at the ground. "oh, I wish I could be here more often, but the world trades center*** is dependent on me to make sure all the trage cogs and ships and things don't get out of line or get the wrong things. I have a very important job..." "I know..." I replied. "well, anyway, what'chya lookin' at?" she asked. I answered her" what this? oh, nothing..." I said hiding it behind my back... "well, what do you want for breakfast? I have anough time to cook anything before the sun comes up..." she enquired. "I think I'll go with eggs. Bacon makes my throat hurt..."
Later on, my father, Ignis got up and joined us for breakfast. My mother's name is Atla. My father kissed us goodbye and went out. Then my mother gathered her stuff after the sun rose, kissed me goodbye, andd went off to the WTC. I had another hour before I had to go to school, so I just sat around and relaxed. I didn't think much about mom leaving... It was a normal everyday thing... Little did I know that I'd never see her again...
I have up to chapter seven done, but I just did my account, and I don't have time, it'll be in tomorrow I guess...
*** by the way, I said worlds trade center on purpose... hence, the dragon worldS, they have more than one world... so that's what that means...***
SPYRO
ok, this is my first ever real story I've done, and I'm not very good, so no hate reviews, ok? mainly what happens is kind of like the Spyro version of the terrorist attack on America, that's all... *deep breath* ok, here goes...
I slowly wound my claw around the paper, leading the lead here and there, making random lines across the papey. I wasn't writing, nor drawing, (which is what I like to do most) but rather just messing around. I don't know why, but I kept on, suddenly, my claw stopped... a feeling of completion seemed to beam from the strange squiggles on the paper. I picked it up, admiring it. But while I admired it, I wondered, 'why did I do this? It makes no sense, it's just a bunch of lines, I'm a fifth-year, and it looks like something a second-year would do... why do I like it so much?!?!?' I thought, and it tempted me to look harder and see what was so special about this piece of paper... I looked harder, and after about a minute or so, the lines began to move, but I didn't seem surprized, I just watched... They slowly formed themselves into what looked like a wingless faery, nude, standing beside a large dragon and a smaller gryphon. We had a name for these wingless faeries, since faerie's have humanoid bodies, we call the wingless ones 'humans'... Anyway, I noticed the look of these things were strange, it looked like paintbrush stroke, and the beings didn't move, so it had to be a picture of a painting... but then just as I made this conclusion another came up as the first was erradicated... this time it was a vase with flowers, I couldn't tell what kind of flowers because it had no color, remember, it was just black and white squiggle... then as fast as it came, it disapeared again, switchiing to another, then another, too fast for the mind to comprehend, faster adn faster, I began to get dizzy, the world turned black as only the doodle and I remained, and it slowed suddenly, like it was reaching a destination of some sort... then I felt something materializing, inside the picture that was coming up on the paper, and also around me, I could see a dimly lit room, with an arch door, it felt strange, pulling me... I forced myself to look away from the picture, when I found out I was in that room. This place had color, but it was still dark, and I could barely make out the archway... It felt familiar, yet dangerous... I looked back at the paper, as if it were my means of escape. Nothing but the remaining picture, and I felt a presence coming through the archway in the picture, right before it came into view, I looked up from the picture, and the drakness of the room flooded darker, draker than dark. Just pure dark, and then light flooded the area and I was in my house again. "good morning..." said my mother, "what are you doing up so early?" I replied, "you know I like to get up early to see you before you go to work... You spend less and less time at home lately all the time..." I said, looking at the ground. "oh, I wish I could be here more often, but the world trades center*** is dependent on me to make sure all the trage cogs and ships and things don't get out of line or get the wrong things. I have a very important job..." "I know..." I replied. "well, anyway, what'chya lookin' at?" she asked. I answered her" what this? oh, nothing..." I said hiding it behind my back... "well, what do you want for breakfast? I have anough time to cook anything before the sun comes up..." she enquired. "I think I'll go with eggs. Bacon makes my throat hurt..."
Later on, my father, Ignis got up and joined us for breakfast. My mother's name is Atla. My father kissed us goodbye and went out. Then my mother gathered her stuff after the sun rose, kissed me goodbye, andd went off to the WTC. I had another hour before I had to go to school, so I just sat around and relaxed. I didn't think much about mom leaving... It was a normal everyday thing... Little did I know that I'd never see her again...
I have up to chapter seven done, but I just did my account, and I don't have time, it'll be in tomorrow I guess...
*** by the way, I said worlds trade center on purpose... hence, the dragon worldS, they have more than one world... so that's what that means...***
