Something Supernatural
Chapter 1: The Rainy-Day Secret Passage
Shiela
It seemed to be a perfect day for ghosts; so dark, so glum and rainy. And there was something unnaturally strange about the fact that all the dragons weren't allowed outside.
Even earlier that morning, when it was still sunny, I was hopping around the Artisan Home to get some peace (the goats in my Alps always cause trouble). Then tons of rain clouds appeared out of no where and took all the light away. An evil-sounding roar of thunder shattered the silence and drenched me wet; the clouds, grown too fat, had burst.
It became unnaturally cold and everything morphed into a silhouette. I saw one of the largest shadows slowly moving towards me. It lowered its gigantic head and said in a voice that was breathless and serious "Get inside the castle- fast." I realized that it was one of the adult dragons just before it dashed away into the dark.
In moments, I was in the largest room in the Artisan Castle, locked up with all the little dragons and other creatures that got stuck in the rain (the grown-up dragons seemed to be having a meeting somewhere).
"Uh oh, we'll have to start again, again." Spyro said from under a pile of books. I was helping him and Sparx construct a 'book house', and, for the fifty-five hundredth time, the walls caved in...on him.
"That's a pity, there were only a few books left and we would have finished it." I dropped the book I was holding to once more work on the fallen others. With a little patience, I managed to rescue Spyro from the debris and make the walls rise again.
He shook himself and raced to get some of the remaining books from the book cabinet for the roof. "This time," he tossed one of them on top of our construction; "I'm working from the outside."
On the other side of the room, Hunter and Bianca hid themselves behind some curtains by the window. I could see their shadows illuminated by the torchlight... quite gross. They were in charge (but not quite doing their job) of making sure that none of the kids got out of this room; the grown-up dragons strictly prohibited that.
Suddenly, looking at our book house and at us, a group of younger hatchlings flocked around Spyro, Sparx and I. "Please tell us a story, Auntie Sheila, Spyro, pleasssssssse."
"Okay. What story?"
"The one about today! The one about the ghost that's going to take us all away." A gray little girl called Pepper suggested, "I heard the grown-ups telling each other that story when they brought me here."
A flash of lightning made the room look brighter than it really was. None of us knew that story.
The kids shrugged and went back to playing tag. They played a little while longer then flocked around a girl dragon who seemed just a little older than Spyro. The girl seemed to know the story and began to tell it.
Most of the older set of young dragons seemed to know it too. They heard the kids's pleas, looked at the girl and for a moment appeared to eavesdrop, (unfortunately, as I watched them, I wasn't able to eavesdrop along) sighed and went back to what they were doing; they were all quiet and quite worried. In fact, Spyro looked as if he was the only carefree dragon his age.
"Today's been a strange day. Maybe something big is going to happen" I told him.
"You think?" Spyro headed for the last book in the book closet.
"Possibly."
"You know, you may be right." He said in an anxious-excited tone.
The last book lay so close to the closet wall. When he pulled it out, the wall came swinging with it, a disguised doorknob-book!
" We can get out of here...go wherever this thing leads to... And have an Adventure!" Spyro zoomed into the secret passageway with Sparx struggling to keep up. I looked at their unfinished book house, sighed, grabbed a flashlight and followed them.
"Are you sure the grown-ups would allow you to explore this?" My voice echoed throughout the passageway. "I think they sounded pretty firm when they said that none of you dragons were allowed out of that room."
"He probably meant the hatchlings."
"Buzzzzzzzzzz!" Sparx buzzed in disagreement.
"So I'll close the secret door. No one will ever know we're gone." So saying, Spyro slammed it shut. The sounds of hatchlings' laughter disappeared and we were plunged into silence and dark. "Come on, let's explore."
Chapter 1: The Rainy-Day Secret Passage
Shiela
It seemed to be a perfect day for ghosts; so dark, so glum and rainy. And there was something unnaturally strange about the fact that all the dragons weren't allowed outside.
Even earlier that morning, when it was still sunny, I was hopping around the Artisan Home to get some peace (the goats in my Alps always cause trouble). Then tons of rain clouds appeared out of no where and took all the light away. An evil-sounding roar of thunder shattered the silence and drenched me wet; the clouds, grown too fat, had burst.
It became unnaturally cold and everything morphed into a silhouette. I saw one of the largest shadows slowly moving towards me. It lowered its gigantic head and said in a voice that was breathless and serious "Get inside the castle- fast." I realized that it was one of the adult dragons just before it dashed away into the dark.
In moments, I was in the largest room in the Artisan Castle, locked up with all the little dragons and other creatures that got stuck in the rain (the grown-up dragons seemed to be having a meeting somewhere).
"Uh oh, we'll have to start again, again." Spyro said from under a pile of books. I was helping him and Sparx construct a 'book house', and, for the fifty-five hundredth time, the walls caved in...on him.
"That's a pity, there were only a few books left and we would have finished it." I dropped the book I was holding to once more work on the fallen others. With a little patience, I managed to rescue Spyro from the debris and make the walls rise again.
He shook himself and raced to get some of the remaining books from the book cabinet for the roof. "This time," he tossed one of them on top of our construction; "I'm working from the outside."
On the other side of the room, Hunter and Bianca hid themselves behind some curtains by the window. I could see their shadows illuminated by the torchlight... quite gross. They were in charge (but not quite doing their job) of making sure that none of the kids got out of this room; the grown-up dragons strictly prohibited that.
Suddenly, looking at our book house and at us, a group of younger hatchlings flocked around Spyro, Sparx and I. "Please tell us a story, Auntie Sheila, Spyro, pleasssssssse."
"Okay. What story?"
"The one about today! The one about the ghost that's going to take us all away." A gray little girl called Pepper suggested, "I heard the grown-ups telling each other that story when they brought me here."
A flash of lightning made the room look brighter than it really was. None of us knew that story.
The kids shrugged and went back to playing tag. They played a little while longer then flocked around a girl dragon who seemed just a little older than Spyro. The girl seemed to know the story and began to tell it.
Most of the older set of young dragons seemed to know it too. They heard the kids's pleas, looked at the girl and for a moment appeared to eavesdrop, (unfortunately, as I watched them, I wasn't able to eavesdrop along) sighed and went back to what they were doing; they were all quiet and quite worried. In fact, Spyro looked as if he was the only carefree dragon his age.
"Today's been a strange day. Maybe something big is going to happen" I told him.
"You think?" Spyro headed for the last book in the book closet.
"Possibly."
"You know, you may be right." He said in an anxious-excited tone.
The last book lay so close to the closet wall. When he pulled it out, the wall came swinging with it, a disguised doorknob-book!
" We can get out of here...go wherever this thing leads to... And have an Adventure!" Spyro zoomed into the secret passageway with Sparx struggling to keep up. I looked at their unfinished book house, sighed, grabbed a flashlight and followed them.
"Are you sure the grown-ups would allow you to explore this?" My voice echoed throughout the passageway. "I think they sounded pretty firm when they said that none of you dragons were allowed out of that room."
"He probably meant the hatchlings."
"Buzzzzzzzzzz!" Sparx buzzed in disagreement.
"So I'll close the secret door. No one will ever know we're gone." So saying, Spyro slammed it shut. The sounds of hatchlings' laughter disappeared and we were plunged into silence and dark. "Come on, let's explore."