"Council men! This job is not right! We need something safer for her!" cried a stout looking man. He was quite short and had almost no hair. He was wearing a bright yellow suit and long black boots. "There is nothing safer!" shouted the 2nd councilman at the 1st councilman. This man was wearing a bright orange suit with bright light blue boots. "This HAS to be done. What else can we do?" shouted the 4th councilman who hadn't said a word for over an hour. He was wearing a bright red suit with purple boots. "When will the time come? How will we know when the time will come?" said the 4th councilman sitting down again. "500 years should be enough," said the first councilman. "But how will we know?" asked the 3rd councilman, he like the other councilmen had no good fashion skills and he was wearing a bright green suit with red boots. "We won't know. But I know it will be 500 hundred years at least," the 2nd councilman snorted. "How will the people know what to do?" asked the 4th councilman. "We will leave directions!" said the 1st councilman dumbly. "But who will keep the directions?" asked the 4th councilman. "We will put the directions in a box. When the king grows old he will hand off the box to the next King, and when the time comes the box will open with the directions for what to do to the princess." replied the 4th council man. "This will have to work, and it is our only plan," said the 3rd councilman. "Agreed?" he asked. "Agreed" all 4 councilmen said.
The first king was given the box and told to keep it safe and not tell anyone and to hand it on to the next king. So when the 1st king grew old he passed it on to the second king, and told him to keep it safe and not to show it to anyone. And on and on this went, when the kind grew old he would pass it on to the next king, but the 12th king was not so trustworthy. In his last days he was dying of a terrible illness and thought the box had the cure. So he took it into a shed and threw a stone tool at it. The hammer dented the box slightly and then, the 12th king died. The box shuffled into the back of a closet in till its time and out, and the box quietly, clicked open.
It started when the people of the City of Ember started dying. The sky turned black and instead of rain, ask would pour down from the sky. Almost anything warm enough caught on fire and the still blazed down on them. Ash formed in HUGE piles in the city streets. There was no cool air, just mounds of ask floating around from pile to pile. There was no happy light happy sunshine, just the cruel boiling hot sun blazing down onto the city streets. The dragons were coming.
Even though the streets were piled with ash the castle was still beautiful, like it had been for 500 years, and 27th King, King Roytess, ruled the City of Ember, along side his wife, Queen Perta, and there Children.
Prince Roy was 22, and very ugly. He had brown hair and black eyes. His skin was white from lack of sun and he had a pug like nose.
Princess Ember was 12, she was quite pretty, she had long blonde hair with brown streaks running through it. She had deep sea green eyes and normal colored skin.
The King and Queen and Kings' last two children were twins, their name were Aria, and Alia. They were 7, the famous know-it-all age. Both children were good looking, brown hair, green eyes and stub noses.
When the dragons entered the room there was only one word for them, simply beautiful. They folded the huge wing that were as big as sails and let the scales shimmer. Then the head dragon stepped forward. Princess Ember thought that a dragon so beautiful would have the sweetest voice. For the dragon was red and had a white belly. It's green eyes glared and shimmed at everyone who was there. One of the dragon's fangs showed when the dragon showed everyone it's evil smile. Yet, even though you could see the dragon's evilness, it showed happiness.
Some how I can't explain. If you have ever seen something so evil or ugly looking, yet, it was still beautiful, you know what I am talking (or typing) about, but if you have never seen something like this, you have no idea.
"King Roytessssss, Queen Perta. I am ssssso happy to ssssee you." The head dragon hissed. It sounded like a snake. "I am Queen of the dragons, Queen Una," The dragon hissed again. "I mussst admit I was disssspleased when my offering never sssshowed up." The dragon said looking around the room. "The four first council men of this city promisssssed me a princessssss in exactly 500 hundred human yearssss. They ssssaid the king would not make usssss come here, they would deliver what is rightfully OURS!" the dragon boomed. "I was NOT informed of this!" said the King standing up, he looked like an ant compared to the dragon. Smoke started to pour from the dragon's neck. "When you took out land you promised us a princesssss!" Hissed the dragon. She was very unhappy. After waiting 1 dragon year, (500 human years) she wanted what was hers.
The king yelled as loud as he could. "THIS CITY WILL NEVER GIVE A PRINCESS OR ANYTHING ELSE FOR THAT MATTER TO A DRAGON!" The king's face was red like he was about to explode. The smoke that was slowly coming from the dragon's neck gained and the thrown room started to fill with smoke. "You will regret lying to Queen Una! We dragonssss kept up our end of the deal sssso you must keep yourssss!" Screamed the dragon flying out of the room and going back to her lair.
The rest of the day the king ordered his men to search the city on any info about the deal with the first 4 council men had made a deal with the dragons. Everyone in the castle looked in the beautiful room under old forgotten folders, items, and even forgotten rooms. The whole city was at search, looking for something, anything relating to the dragons. Then, when hope was low, one man, came across the box.