Now and Forever
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the DL characters in this story. If I did, well, I don't think I'd be complaining about the emptiness of my pockets all the time, no? Anyway, I do own any of the characters I create, yada yada. Yes, this is SI, so it goes without saying that I own myself as well. Don't take without asking, please, especially if you want to use me for some reason or another. And yes, I am paranoid and will be using my pen name instead of my real name.
Outline: Well, this may change, as a good bit of my typing is done on the fly, but the basics go something like this: Present day Earth kids get magically transported into the world of Krynn, and they happen to pop in a few days before a new crisis begins. Can they survive in the world of Krynn, and can they find their way back home? And, more importantly.do all of them want to go home.?
Note: This is going to be fairly short, as the other two characters are my new creations and I'll have to get used to them. Expect to see more stuff from me soon.
Prologue
Nathan Daystorm lay on the old couch that had been transplanted from the family room to his bedroom, staring up at the ceiling, barely taking up the entire couch with his five foot four frame. This was an odd thing for him, laying there thinking like this, but he had been getting overly dreamy as of late. His TV was on, the Game Show Network at slightly higher than medium volume in the background. That was another of his odd habits, turning on the TV when he knew he wouldn't be paying any attention to it.
It was a Thursday night, and he was wishing it were Friday. He still had to get up early for school tomorrow, and in his opinion, 5:30 was much too early for any teenager to have to get up. After all, he wasn't getting paid to be at school, right?
That brought up another bitter thought. The fact that he was flat broke, as was his Playstation 2. He had managed to convince a store to give him $100 for the broken one, but that still left the other $100 for the newer, problem free model. And then there was always the rapidly rising cost of his little Dungeons and Dragons obsession, and the already hopeless obsession he had with fantasy novels, manga, and anime.
He had pricey tastes, and no money to satiate those taste buds with.
Well, that was partly his fault. After all, he hadn't actively searched for a job in.well, had his search ever actually qualified as "actively?" He had to admit, though, he had to step it up now. On top of all the other things beginning to change in his life, there was one he put above all others.
He had his first girlfriend.
Yes, Nathan considered it somewhat pathetic that he had grown up around guys whose first girlfriends had been in 4th grade, and he was just getting his now, as a 16 year old junior in high school. 'Well' he thought idly, 'beggars can't be choosers, now can they?' A tiny voice in the back of his head mumbled something, but he'd learned to just blot that little voice out. He doubted he'd have been allowed to continue life outside of a mental institution if he hadn't.
In all this idle wondering, he'd missed something. He knew he had. There was something he was supposed to remember, something he'd forgotten and been reminded of in his thinking. Brows furrowed in concentration, he retraced his mental steps. 'Voice, girl, job search.d'oh! Jess! It's our three month anniversary tomorrow, and I forgot to get a gift!' He rolled himself off the couch without realizing his feet weren't under him and got the wind knocked out of him landing on his massive pile of comics. He quickly rolled off of those, as they were some of his few precious belongings. He also realized he needed to maybe get a better wardrobe. He wore his favorite red t-shirt, with the words "Socially Dysfunctional" printed on it, a pair of baggy jeans (what brand didn't matter to him, just that they were baggy and didn't need to be held up with a belt) and his glasses. Well, he'd been wearing his glasses before he rolled off the couch, anyway. He reached his hand out, grumbling something about glasses constantly falling off and contacts irritating his eyes, and readjusted his glasses on his face. Sighing softly, he got up and made his way towards his door. A glint of light from his messy dresser caught his eye, and he stopped, headed back in that direction.
It was his dragon belt, black leather with neon blue dragon outlines on it and a shiny dragon belt buckle. He had no clue why he decided to strap it on, but he did. And, nodding to himself in satisfaction, ignoring his uncombed brown hair, he turned, and headed out into the real world, to buy his loving girlfriend a gift for their three-month anniversary and prove he wasn't a total jerk. True to his absent-minded nature, the Game Show Network still blared from his bedroom.
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Michael Corvin, best known as Mike, was making burgers, long blonde hair dangling out of his hat. He was a senior at Victoria High School in the incredibly small and boring state of Delaware. He was the biggest linebacker on the school's football team, and that was saying a lot. He wasn't an academic whiz kid, but certainly wasn't the dimmest bulb either. Of course, on a busy day like today, thinking really wasn't an option. 'Man, the entire state must've gotten a craving for fast food. From this exact restaurant!' He almost shrugged, and then caught himself. 'I'm hungry too.' He wished he hadn't offered to work his lunch break now. He was sorely missing it. 'Hope Todd gets here soon.'
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Marie Larson paced back and forth in front of a mirror. She had a job interview today, and she wanted to have a few things prepared.
Her composure, for one.
It was her first job interview, as she'd just turned 16 not too long ago. She wore a light blue turtleneck sweater, a pair of khakis, and some nice heels. She had no idea how it was going to go, but if she herself was any indication.she should have already been looking for a new job.
....................................
Somewhere, far off, and old man with a long beard was shaking his head.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the DL characters in this story. If I did, well, I don't think I'd be complaining about the emptiness of my pockets all the time, no? Anyway, I do own any of the characters I create, yada yada. Yes, this is SI, so it goes without saying that I own myself as well. Don't take without asking, please, especially if you want to use me for some reason or another. And yes, I am paranoid and will be using my pen name instead of my real name.
Outline: Well, this may change, as a good bit of my typing is done on the fly, but the basics go something like this: Present day Earth kids get magically transported into the world of Krynn, and they happen to pop in a few days before a new crisis begins. Can they survive in the world of Krynn, and can they find their way back home? And, more importantly.do all of them want to go home.?
Note: This is going to be fairly short, as the other two characters are my new creations and I'll have to get used to them. Expect to see more stuff from me soon.
Prologue
Nathan Daystorm lay on the old couch that had been transplanted from the family room to his bedroom, staring up at the ceiling, barely taking up the entire couch with his five foot four frame. This was an odd thing for him, laying there thinking like this, but he had been getting overly dreamy as of late. His TV was on, the Game Show Network at slightly higher than medium volume in the background. That was another of his odd habits, turning on the TV when he knew he wouldn't be paying any attention to it.
It was a Thursday night, and he was wishing it were Friday. He still had to get up early for school tomorrow, and in his opinion, 5:30 was much too early for any teenager to have to get up. After all, he wasn't getting paid to be at school, right?
That brought up another bitter thought. The fact that he was flat broke, as was his Playstation 2. He had managed to convince a store to give him $100 for the broken one, but that still left the other $100 for the newer, problem free model. And then there was always the rapidly rising cost of his little Dungeons and Dragons obsession, and the already hopeless obsession he had with fantasy novels, manga, and anime.
He had pricey tastes, and no money to satiate those taste buds with.
Well, that was partly his fault. After all, he hadn't actively searched for a job in.well, had his search ever actually qualified as "actively?" He had to admit, though, he had to step it up now. On top of all the other things beginning to change in his life, there was one he put above all others.
He had his first girlfriend.
Yes, Nathan considered it somewhat pathetic that he had grown up around guys whose first girlfriends had been in 4th grade, and he was just getting his now, as a 16 year old junior in high school. 'Well' he thought idly, 'beggars can't be choosers, now can they?' A tiny voice in the back of his head mumbled something, but he'd learned to just blot that little voice out. He doubted he'd have been allowed to continue life outside of a mental institution if he hadn't.
In all this idle wondering, he'd missed something. He knew he had. There was something he was supposed to remember, something he'd forgotten and been reminded of in his thinking. Brows furrowed in concentration, he retraced his mental steps. 'Voice, girl, job search.d'oh! Jess! It's our three month anniversary tomorrow, and I forgot to get a gift!' He rolled himself off the couch without realizing his feet weren't under him and got the wind knocked out of him landing on his massive pile of comics. He quickly rolled off of those, as they were some of his few precious belongings. He also realized he needed to maybe get a better wardrobe. He wore his favorite red t-shirt, with the words "Socially Dysfunctional" printed on it, a pair of baggy jeans (what brand didn't matter to him, just that they were baggy and didn't need to be held up with a belt) and his glasses. Well, he'd been wearing his glasses before he rolled off the couch, anyway. He reached his hand out, grumbling something about glasses constantly falling off and contacts irritating his eyes, and readjusted his glasses on his face. Sighing softly, he got up and made his way towards his door. A glint of light from his messy dresser caught his eye, and he stopped, headed back in that direction.
It was his dragon belt, black leather with neon blue dragon outlines on it and a shiny dragon belt buckle. He had no clue why he decided to strap it on, but he did. And, nodding to himself in satisfaction, ignoring his uncombed brown hair, he turned, and headed out into the real world, to buy his loving girlfriend a gift for their three-month anniversary and prove he wasn't a total jerk. True to his absent-minded nature, the Game Show Network still blared from his bedroom.
....................................
Michael Corvin, best known as Mike, was making burgers, long blonde hair dangling out of his hat. He was a senior at Victoria High School in the incredibly small and boring state of Delaware. He was the biggest linebacker on the school's football team, and that was saying a lot. He wasn't an academic whiz kid, but certainly wasn't the dimmest bulb either. Of course, on a busy day like today, thinking really wasn't an option. 'Man, the entire state must've gotten a craving for fast food. From this exact restaurant!' He almost shrugged, and then caught himself. 'I'm hungry too.' He wished he hadn't offered to work his lunch break now. He was sorely missing it. 'Hope Todd gets here soon.'
....................................
Marie Larson paced back and forth in front of a mirror. She had a job interview today, and she wanted to have a few things prepared.
Her composure, for one.
It was her first job interview, as she'd just turned 16 not too long ago. She wore a light blue turtleneck sweater, a pair of khakis, and some nice heels. She had no idea how it was going to go, but if she herself was any indication.she should have already been looking for a new job.
....................................
Somewhere, far off, and old man with a long beard was shaking his head.