......when his eyes again could focus, he could not believe his eyes. ..... ALL OF DRAGONVALE is in grave grave danger.
Neither could I! And I couldn't believe I hadn't seen the resemblance between Archaeopteryx and the Bone dragon before (actually I couldn't believe I still recognised Archaeopteryx years after leaving school - why does trivia remain when important information just fades away?). Wonderful story, Myke. Thanks.
Still time to get in your bone dragon story. Many gems to be won.
Bliss u need to market on the other threads like fletch does.....maybe we could develop an advertising campaign or something i know their is some real talent lurking out there...
Still time to get in your bone dragon story. Many gems to be won.
Bliss u need to market on the other threads like fletch does.....maybe we could develop an advertising campaign or something i know their is some real talent lurking out there...
The moderators do that thingie at the top of the forum. I see an ad there for a long time completed competition. Maybe they can add this?
Bliss u need to market on the other threads like fletch does.....maybe we could develop an advertising campaign or something i know their is some real talent lurking out there...
The moderators do that thingie at the top of the forum. I see an ad there for a long time completed competition. Maybe they can add this?
am out running around, will be happy to help when I get hme.
Wow! These are great, will comment in detail later. I didn't want to read till mine was complete but I have it to upload later from home PC so I could enjoy yours at break time today. Thanks for a lovely respite from work.
Wow! These are great, will comment in detail later. I didn't want to read till mine was complete but I have it to upload later from home PC so I could enjoy yours at break time today. Thanks for a lovely respite from work.
Be sure to get your entry in soon. Bliss has set the 26th to start voting, so I will be adding a voting poll around this time tomorrow morning. (Morning for me)
Each day, as I passed the Scorch dragons they looked more and more miserable. The wizards moved them from lightning to fire habitats, and back again, with increasing desperation.
“They’ve become allergic to their own habitats.” Ralph was one of the more disreputable wizards. He bore the stains of many meals on his robes, and was preceded by the aroma of fried bacon; but he was a kindly soul, and very distressed. Each morning he called in as many of his colleagues as would answer his summons, but day by day the numbers dwindled as they ran out of ideas. Potions, lotions, pills and powders, nothing eased the open sores blooming over the dejected dragons’ skins.
“Scurlage,” said the head dragon keeper, shaking his head and sucking air through his teeth like a mechanic presented with a foreign import he disliked. “Can’t be fixed. Not at any price.”
Ralph looked close to tears, and I promised yet again to search through the library. The problem was that I had run out of lines of enquiry.
We were trudging across the fields to Ye Olde Buffet for breakfast when someone yelled ‘SARJIN PEPPERS!’ The ground began to shake and we barely made it off the farm in time as they roared out of the ground. I caught a shred of torn paper as it blew past, the usual obscure snippet that landed in our dimension whenever these crops were grown. One side had “Loan” in red ink and the other proclaimed “Lee Hearts’ Club BANNED!”
Inside the inn neither of us had much appetite so we avoided the lavish cooked spread available for staff before the park opened. We took our cornflakes to join Jonathan who was gleefully studying the menu for that evening.
“Halloween specials on tonight, a truly Spooktacular event. The skeletons favourite meal – Spare Ribs! Ghosts dessert – Ice Screams.”
“The old ones are the best.” Ralph was staring bleakly at his bowl, but Jonathan took up the challenge.
“Did you hear about the breakfast murderer? They’re looking for a cereal killer!” We winced in unison. “The results of the skeleton beauty contest are in, no body won.” He looked at us hopefully but got no reaction. “OK, I’ll just read my horrorscope then.”
Ralph dropped his spoon and left abruptly. As soon as he was out of the door Jonathan’s attitude changed.
“I need access to the locked archives.”
“We have dragons close to death and you’re after porn books?” I was worried about Ralph, terrified for the dragons, and close to tears.
“There’s more in the closed archives than those.” He was staring straight into my eyes and I suppressed a shudder. “For some workings Halloween is the most powerful night of the year, and I may just have a way to save those dragons.”
One of our libraries was open to staff and researchers only, but the Dark Magics section was restricted even further. As librarian I could give him access, but persuading Ralph to let him try the spells took the rest of the day. It was only because it was the third day that the dragons refused food that he agreed; we didn’t think the baby could survive until morning. I was instructed to find a clean white cloth, and the strongest (and most expensive) dark chocolate and Ristretto coffee I could buy. Ralph moved the ailing Scorch dragons into a stasis bubble above an empty earth habitat and created a fog to hide us from sight. He could only hold them inside the bubble for an hour, so Jonathan would have to work fast.
Fearing the worst, the other wizards stayed away, and we didn’t dare tell them what we were really attempting. I couldn’t understand the details, and I knew it was very dangerous, yet I insisted on being with them. Both wizards would be working at the limits of their ability and endurance. I vaguely hoped to be useful, and I was too fascinated to stay away. I’d been annoyed with Jonathan since the incident with the fledglings, but I would forgive him anything if he could help these suffering dragons.
He spread the cloth on a convenient rock, poured the coffee and started on the chocolate. I revised my level of forgiveness.
“The chocolate and coffee are for you?”
“Sure,” he swallowed and grinned, “got to keep my strength up!”
I stayed silent and tried not to grind my teeth. Ralph was already sweating in the cold night air, strain beginning to show in his wiry body. Jonathan moved the coffee flask and conjured a glow of firelight over the now empty cloth, carefully placing at its centre a small blob of blue. It looked like the mysterious stuff Kairos plays with, and appeared to be squirming. The spells were oddly anti-climactic. There was much muttering and sweating, and I think the occasional curse. Then Jonathan swept up the blue blob and reached upwards as his arms became enveloped in multi-coloured hues. He flung the wisps of colour toward the frozen dragons and I gasped as the flesh vanished, revealing only the skeletons. For a moment I thought they were dead, but Ralph released his stasis spell and ran toward them, laughing and crying at the same time, as I looked in horror.
Jonathan straightened from his exhausted slump against the stone when saw my stricken expression. He waved a hand over my eyes and immediately I saw the Scorch dragons, fully healed. The little guy was already flapping stubby wings and hopping over to the food. The fully grown one was screaming his joy to the sky, red scales gleaming.
“Now you see as a dragon does, and if you touch them you will feel healthy, healed skin.”
“Brilliant! Now they can survive in an earth habitat.” Ralph thumped Jonathan on the back, almost knocking him over, as he admired the dragons who were both munching enthusiastically. “You’re a medical genius!” “Hey, I’m a wizard not a doctor!”
“What gave you the idea to try this?” I asked. “It was a park visitor. He told me to try a little of the wibbly wobbly timey wimey stuff from Kairos, and where to look in the library for the spells. I tried to ask him for more details but he ran off and there was a weird grinding wail from behind the DragINN. When I looked he was gone.”
“You’re the only one of us daring and powerful enough to pull it off.” Ralph bowed deeply, tears shining his eyes. “You have the right to call debt on me at any time.” The most serious oath any wizard could make, it was a promise to put all his powers at Jonathan’s command.
“Isn’t that the spirit of Halloween?” Jonathan asked softly. “Becoming more than you otherwise could be, limited only by your own imagination?”
“I even forgive you for the incident with the fledglings.” I hugged him as Ralph turned back to us, looking surprised.
“Jonathan’s never been in charge of the fledglings, that was all Tommy's fault.”
I really enjoyed reading these today, I only started my tale on Tuesday and I didn't want to read anything before it was complete.
Becky - I loved your story, it was a beautiful tale, a legend in dragon lore. I love that she was mad at him as they got turned into Bone! Esteriel - Neat, sweet and cleverly rhymed. I wish I could have told a tale so compactly. Techno - you have a wonderful way with phrases "As far as anyone knows Witch and Halloween have never landed... but when the moon is big, on a crisp clear night in the fall, you may be lucky enough to see them crossing the sky.." I can hear that told as a camp-fire tale. Maidy - I'm amazed you told your story in so few words and a reminder to eat your veg too! It was perfect. Myke - you gave me giggles "The hairs on the back of Nicodemus' neck suddenly stood up on end. This could mean one of two things: that he was cold, or ..." and you finished on a cliff-hanger! (Meanie)
Thank you but Judi just noticed all the speech marks & even apostrophes are gone. I'll try to fix it via iPhone, I'm not turning PC on again at 11pm. Apologies.
I give up! I did turn on the PC, cos I was lying in bed fuming over dang machines anyway! It looks fine on PC and has most punctuation missing on iPhone & iPad. I reformatted as plain text, uploaded again & same thing happened. It's near midnight now & I have to sleep, this is the deadline anyway. If it's unreadable please just delete it.
Thank you but Judi just noticed all the speech marks & even apostrophes are gone. I'll try to fix it via iPhone, I'm not turning PC on again at 11pm. Apologies.
I give up! I did turn on the PC, cos I was lying in bed fuming over dang machines anyway! It looks fine on PC and has most punctuation missing on iPhone & iPad. I reformatted as plain text, uploaded again & same thing happened. It's near midnight now & I have to sleep, this is the deadline anyway. If it's unreadable please just delete it.
I think it's a great story. I can't wait to hear what Tommy did to the fledglings. Lol
Each day, as I passed the Scorch dragons they looked more and more miserable. The wizards moved them from lightning to fire habitats, and back again, with increasing desperation.
“They’ve become allergic to their own habitats.” Ralph was one of the more disreputable wizards. He bore the stains of many meals on his robes, and was preceded by the aroma of fried bacon; but he was a kindly soul, and very distressed. Each morning he called in as many of his colleagues as would answer his summons, but day by day the numbers dwindled as they ran out of ideas. Potions, lotions, pills and powders, nothing eased the open sores blooming over the dejected dragons’ skins.
“Scurlage,” said the head dragon keeper, shaking his head and sucking air through his teeth like a mechanic presented with a foreign import he disliked. “Can’t be fixed. Not at any price.”
Ralph looked close to tears, and I promised yet again to search through the library. The problem was that I had run out of lines of enquiry.
We were trudging across the fields to Ye Olde Buffet for breakfast when someone yelled ‘SARJIN PEPPERS!’ The ground began to shake and we barely made it off the farm in time as they roared out of the ground. I caught a shred of torn paper as it blew past, the usual obscure snippet that landed in our dimension whenever these crops were grown. One side had “Loan” in red ink and the other proclaimed “Lee Hearts’ Club BANNED!”
Inside the inn neither of us had much appetite so we avoided the lavish cooked spread available for staff before the park opened. We took our cornflakes to join Jonathan who was gleefully studying the menu for that evening.
“Halloween specials on tonight, a truly Spooktacular event. The skeletons favourite meal – Spare Ribs! Ghosts dessert – Ice Screams.”
“The old ones are the best.” Ralph was staring bleakly at his bowl, but Jonathan took up the challenge.
“Did you hear about the breakfast murderer? They’re looking for a cereal killer!” We winced in unison. “The results of the skeleton beauty contest are in, no body won.” He looked at us hopefully but got no reaction. “OK, I’ll just read my horrorscope then.”
Ralph dropped his spoon and left abruptly. As soon as he was out of the door Jonathan’s attitude changed.
“I need access to the locked archives.”
“We have dragons close to death and you’re after porn books?” I was worried about Ralph, terrified for the dragons, and close to tears.
“There’s more in the closed archives than those.” He was staring straight into my eyes and I suppressed a shudder. “For some workings Halloween is the most powerful night of the year, and I may just have a way to save those dragons.”
One of our libraries was open to staff and researchers only, but the Dark Magics section was restricted even further. As librarian I could give him access, but persuading Ralph to let him try the spells took the rest of the day. It was only because it was the third day that the dragons refused food that he agreed; we didn’t think the baby could survive until morning. I was instructed to find a clean white cloth, and the strongest (and most expensive) dark chocolate and Ristretto coffee I could buy. Ralph moved the ailing Scorch dragons into a stasis bubble above an empty earth habitat and created a fog to hide us from sight. He could only hold them inside the bubble for an hour, so Jonathan would have to work fast.
Fearing the worst, the other wizards stayed away, and we didn’t dare tell them what we were really attempting. I couldn’t understand the details, and I knew it was very dangerous, yet I insisted on being with them. Both wizards would be working at the limits of their ability and endurance. I vaguely hoped to be useful, and I was too fascinated to stay away. I’d been annoyed with Jonathan since the incident with the fledglings, but I would forgive him anything if he could help these suffering dragons.
He spread the cloth on a convenient rock, poured the coffee and started on the chocolate. I revised my level of forgiveness.
“The chocolate and coffee are for you?”
“Sure,” he swallowed and grinned, “got to keep my strength up!”
I stayed silent and tried not to grind my teeth. Ralph was already sweating in the cold night air, strain beginning to show in his wiry body. Jonathan moved the coffee flask and conjured a glow of firelight over the now empty cloth, carefully placing at its centre a small blob of blue. It looked like the mysterious stuff Kairos plays with, and appeared to be squirming. The spells were oddly anti-climactic. There was much muttering and sweating, and I think the occasional curse. Then Jonathan swept up the blue blob and reached upwards as his arms became enveloped in multi-coloured hues. He flung the wisps of colour toward the frozen dragons and I gasped as the flesh vanished, revealing only the skeletons. For a moment I thought they were dead, but Ralph released his stasis spell and ran toward them, laughing and crying at the same time, as I looked in horror.
Jonathan straightened from his exhausted slump against the stone when saw my stricken expression. He waved a hand over my eyes and immediately I saw the Scorch dragons, fully healed. The little guy was already flapping stubby wings and hopping over to the food. The fully grown one was screaming his joy to the sky, red scales gleaming.
“Now you see as a dragon does, and if you touch them you will feel healthy, healed skin.”
“Brilliant! Now they can survive in an earth habitat.” Ralph thumped Jonathan on the back, almost knocking him over, as he admired the dragons who were both munching enthusiastically. “You’re a medical genius!” “Hey, I’m a wizard not a doctor!”
“What gave you the idea to try this?” I asked. “It was a park visitor. He told me to try a little of the wibbly wobbly timey wimey stuff from Kairos, and where to look in the library for the spells. I tried to ask him for more details but he ran off and there was a weird grinding wail from behind the DragINN. When I looked he was gone.”
“You’re the only one of us daring and powerful enough to pull it off.” Ralph bowed deeply, tears shining his eyes. “You have the right to call debt on me at any time.” The most serious oath any wizard could make, it was a promise to put all his powers at Jonathan’s command.
“Isn’t that the spirit of Halloween?” Jonathan asked softly. “Becoming more than you otherwise could be, limited only by your own imagination?”
“I even forgive you for the incident with the fledglings.” I hugged him as Ralph turned back to us, looking surprised.
“Jonathan’s never been in charge of the fledglings, that was all Tommy's fault.”
… but that … is a tale for another day!
LOLOLOL!!! Loved it!!
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years after leaving school - why does trivia remain when important information just fades away?). Wonderful story, Myke. Thanks.
Still time to get in your bone dragon story. Many gems to be won.
