Then he struck again. The dwarf fell forward and landed on his tummy like a turtle on its shell—arms and legs straight out—suspended three feet off the ground by his enormous protrusion. “You miserable kid,” he howled with fury trying to kick himself upright. “Just wait. I’ll sprinkle you with a bash of paprika and wa-lah chicken paprikash!” I scrambled down the uneven hill while Mason darted in for another pass. Crack! Thwack-punch-slap! Mason sprinted past me faster than a sword fight in a phone booth. Once we reached the bottom, we collapsed in the sun-drenched meadow covered in thigh-high, grass that rippled in rainbow colors. Delicate, white, red, pink, and purple wildflowers were intertwined between the blades. In the distance, …show more content…
“We have to get moving before the dumb dwarf gets hungry.” I nodded. As we started back across the field hundreds of colorful birds, with crowns of yellow feathers, fluttered toward the dusky sky. The breeze smelled like crushed pine needles and wild flowers. Then we crested a hill and I spotted a herd of majestic half-men, half-horse centaurs galloping across the meadow, bows at the ready as they hunted for dinner. The scene was lit with floating flameless orbs of light, augmented by a jamboree of swirling fireflies their flickers blotting out the moon. “Score!” Mason said. “Dude that’s what our quest was all about. They look just like the creature we saw in your room except they have large wings tucked tightly into their …show more content…
I instantly recognized it and knew that Mason and I had been there before. Then I heard Kheiron voice in my mind: Be wary the next time you venture into the Forbidden Forest. Old spells still linger in surprising places, magic seeps into the land, fills the air, and flood the water. In places it has changed the animals. Sometimes strange creatures are found roaming the forest, and not all of them friendly.” The centaur rocketed onward unfettered through the air past a tropical russet blue streak. Then I caught a glimpse of a hazy, washed-out greenish creature almost twenty feet tall, with an armored tail and short leathery wings. “Look,” Mason said, “It’s Aragon.” I stared down at the dragon, while Kheiron floated in place his soft fur rippling as he sang mysterious melodies concerning the place and it’s magic and chanted about the kingdoms secrets. His words worked their way into my mind. “Let the boy entrusted with virtues see his fate.” I realized the centaur was using magic, commanding, an enchanted mirror to appear and burned in front of me—shiny and bright like a miniature sun. The glass revealed where the Staff of Sirethiel had been hidden and the path I was to take to seize it back and save the
After eating some food and resting, he headed to the village nearby. At his arrival, “the whole village was roused”. “Children shrieked” and “women fainted”. “Some fled, some attacked” the creature. The creature was “grievously bruised by stones and many other kinds of missile weapons”. He ran away and “fearfully took refuge in a low hovel”. (p. 83)
Meanwhile, Hulga lay in the loft of the barn, and due to the lack of vision correction, she struggled to discern the amount of fingers she was raising an arm's length away. Her optical deficiency was beginning to give her a throbbing pain just behind her eyes. The paralyzing ache gave rise to such agony that Hulga had no choice but to shut her eyes and get some rest.
Then she opened her eyes, and the steady streams of light had transformed themselves into hundreds, thousands, or even millions of dancing motes. They floated through the air and danced around her as if they possessed life of their own, waltzing along with the melody that pierced the curtain of darkness. She felt compelled to reach out to grab one, but knew they were better left undisturbed, like the dances of fireflies she used to watch as a child. One step and the beauty would be scattered.
The wind twirled around the columns, engulfing the girl standing in the center. Her hands raised as she looked to the open ceiling. She swayed with the wind, letting it push her and guide her.
I walked to it and tried prying it from the ground with my fingers. A twig broke behind me and I jumped and spun around. It was dark now and the only light was from the full moon. I had a bad feeling start to pump through me. I turned and ran trying to evacuate the danger I felt nearby. I ran through brush that looked like claws trying to grab my ankles. And as tree limbs came down snatching at my skin I tripped and fell. I saw a tree nearby that looked welcoming and I tried to use it as cover. Black wings busted through the trees and run started echoing around me in a croaked out a raspy breath.
Joe now stands alone looking up at the house, an overnight bag in one hand and his nap sack on a stick in the other... He walks up the old stones steps, noticing pieces crumbling apart... 'This place is old alright... Just what the doctor ordered'
I stretch out on my white cotton bed sheets and yawn uncontrollably. Last night was unreal. I don't really remember anything that happened. I know I was with Angelina and Tara for most of the night. And then I was with Dustin. I didn't want to think right now, I wanted to sleep. But there was no way I could stay in bed any longer. I have to wake up early, even on weekends. It's some sort of "being productive" bullshit. Also I need something for this hangover, so I pull myself out of bed and walk to the bathroom.
It was sad to see it in this state of disrepair, and she hoped to remedy that soon.
Something colorful pasted us, a purple-blue color it was. Flying around in the sky. Instead of flying. in front of us - it flew pass us, I to the field of trees that was on both either sides of us.
The beast flew overhead, its wings making a shadow on the ground at least eight yards wide. Suddenly, it began to descend. The ground trembled as it landed before me.
“OH MY GOD,” said Jeff slowly, there was a monster covered in a dark cloak with red eyes, purple dragon hands, feet, and face. Even a sharp purple tail.
Bright lozenges of the late autumn sun blaze on the farther hills, like organized fires moving silently and very fast. And when we slow right down, on cattle-grids, I can see the details: the way the dew in the grass is struck, by the sun, making tiny, shivering jewels (70).
Cronus put me back in my sheath, and continued towards the cavern that the dragon was in. I peeked out of my sheath and saw that it was getting dark as we were getting closer to the cavern. The mountains were colorless from the heavy snow that has been
The sun was still below the horizon but the clouds above the mountains were tainted the color of pomegranates. Around me the shadows seemed empty. I tried not to look into the brush as I walked down the driveway. I had stopped before, looking to see the back of the shadows; staring hard, only to have them retreat from my eyes indefinitely. Invisible birds called from within. Their sound followed me down the driveway and onto the road.
The sunset was not spectacular that day. The vivid ruby and tangerine streaks that so often caressed the blue brow of the sky were sleeping, hidden behind the heavy mists. There are some days when the sunlight seems to dance, to weave and frolic with tongues of fire between the blades of grass. Not on that day. That evening, the yellow light was sickly. It diffused softly through the gray curtains with a shrouded light that just failed to illuminate. High up in the treetops, the leaves swayed, but on the ground, the grass was silent, limp and unmoving. The sun set and the earth waited.