Techtonthedark117

    “Achoo”    Lex coughed.  The alley he was in was very dusty, almost covered with purple dust particles.  He had accidentally inhaled a mouthful when he pushed a box off of a crate, causing dust to fly everywhere.  Lord Endri had told Lex what he needed to do; find the Rebel base and gain their trust.  Simple.  Course it would be simple if he could actually find the base.  Wiping his mouth with his arm, he looked at the crate.  It was black and made out of obsidian, meaning it would be heavy and hard to move.  Lex groaned.  Pressing himself against it, he attempted to move the crate, and failed.  Lex lashed his tail in irrita

    Silence.  Empty silence.  Empty silence that pierces the heart and makes one’s blood turn to ice.  That was the silence that surrounded Lex.  He sat alone, in a purple End infected tree.  His eyes fixed on his shaking claws and parchment that was clutch between his fingers.  On the parchment, was a letter, a letter from the king, the king of the end.  He requested Lex’s help, help with a problem Lex didn’t know about, for the king had not told him.  However, who was he to reject an order from the king.  No, he didn't live in the King’s kingdom, but he was still loyal to him.  It was probably because he was in love

"Up and at em boys and girls!" shouts Vashriel, bursting through the metal door and scaring me half out of my skin. Twilight is slower to wake though, just like I used to be. "The sun is shining, the birds are singing, and it's a wonderful day to be alive!" Vashriel is carrying an enormous leather saddle over his shoulder that looks like it weight a hundred pounds, and outside I see his dragon Chaff already harnessed up. He throws the bulky thing onto the ground in front of me. I ask, in a good mood from a good night's rest. "Nope," says Vash with a smile. "Can't afford to feed ya, you're gonna have to catch your own breakfast later. Twil

"On your feet boy," he says casually. I warily stand up, careful not to make any sudden moves. I'm soaking wet from the river and shivering from the cold and from fright. "True what he said?" "Yes sir," I say with my head down. "How much d'ya steal?" I immediately, though still slowly, pull out the wad of bills from my pocket. Straightening out the paper I count a petty thirty dollars, and hand it over to him. He glances down at the money in his hand, juts his jaw, then his eyes dart back to me. I just stand there shivering, awaiting whatever judgment he might pass. I must look pathetic. "Eaten lately?" he asks. He turns around, holster

"Stop! Thief!" Oh great, I'm boned. I break into a run with the wallet, opening it up as I sprint in between pedestrians. I quickly stuff the bills into my pocket without counting them. The man is hot on my tail and mad as a bull. He kind of looks like a bull too: a broad shouldered, balding, red faced man in a tailored suit plowing his way towards me. He's gaining on me. I throw the wallet at him and he ignores it entirely. He has eyes only for me. I start really running now, he means business. I sure know how to pick them; not only did he feel me lift his wallet, he was also prepared to murder me for it. He's almost caught up with me w

It was a clear day, not a cloud in the sky, a normal person would feel great in this kind of weather, unfortunately i'm not a normal person "if a nearby Psychic is reading my thoughts at the current moment, then allow me to explain why im here". "my name is Edge, Edge Acein to be exact, i know kinda weird name, but i like it, im 17 years old, anyway where was I" i asked myself in confusion. "oh yeah now i remember, the reason im here is because i have to do a report, and believe it or not i chose to investigate dragons" i sighed "the thing is i was hopeing to just get all the info i needed on the internet, then spend the rest of my summer