o.o.c, I came up with this while I was asleep. skillz.

I, Aalen Fideli, take up my pen to relate a tale of absolute truth. it was told me by the third of a set of twins. and I told him before that.

Once upon a time (or Once apon a time) there was a small Outerim planet.

This planet was mostly normal. (mostly)

But the planet Eberdaun had one massive difference. It was terrorized by a massive dragon. The dragon was called Mkubwa.

I am Aalen.

I am 16 years of age, and i live in a small city neighborhood.

I like thinking of stories and I like telling stories. I do not like writing them down. (too many speling erors)

When i think of a story the first thing i do is tell it to myself. then i tell it to my best friend.

I have created countless storylines, elements, mechanics, worlds, settings, multiverses and the like. but the one who helps me get them straight is my friend Leinad K. Romethe.

Poised,

Ready to strike.

Sword raised,

Pencil raised,

Ready to strike

At the enemy

With raised

Sword,

With raised 

Pencil.

A sweeping motion,

The enemy blocks.

What next?

Write,

Block.

Write,

Block.

Write.

The room fills

With loud sounds

Of clanging swords

And rustling papers.

Poised.

Chapter 14

Nordic Malushomo sat on his horse, waiting.

And a bird that had apparently flown too close to the sun rudely interrupted his waiting.

As Alegis arrived on the scene, Nordic was swatting wildly at the fireball of a canary.

So he put him out of his misery.

Not dead mind you, but out cold.

Shortly after these proceedings there arrived Sora and Nomen, panting hard.

Chapter 12

Aalen and Kalen ran for cover.
Finding a fallen tree, they ducked underneath.
"Where's Nomen?" Kalen asked.
"I honestly don't know." Aalen replied
"What? I thought you were writing this story. Where is he?"
"I haven't figured out what happened to him yet. I write along as my thoughts come to me."
"Aalen, look out!" Kalen screamed.
Aalen looked at the arrow protruding from his chest.
"That wasn't supposed to..."


Sora stared at the bird.

the daylight hours i must confess

are not always filled with happiness

open up a jar of dreams to chase away the stress

the nighttime serves to make you think

an atmosphere in which you sink

all thoughts and dreams are put in jars for thirsty minds to drink

creativity it seems is not to be found only in dreams

the facets of our daily lives are bursting at the seams

how this works inside a jar is a mysterious theme

as i look up into the sky it turns into a sea

Chapter 10

Jack looked around. Where had Aalen gone?
Glancing back at Alegis, Jack walked out into the woods.
it was amazing, only an hour ago Jack was dodging dragon tail, and now Alegis was his best friend.
Jack started. He heard a stick snap. "Aalen? Is that you? Alegis?"
"Nope." said Nordic Malushomo.
"Alegis!" Jack fell. Pierced by an arrow.


Nomen jumped. “Where did that arrow come from?”
“A bow.” said Aalen.
Kalen looked around. “Who fired the bow Aalen?”
“A mercenary, working for Nordic.”

Chapter 9

Aalen walked a few feet from where Alegis and Jack were talking.
Taking a deep breath he disappeared.


Kalen was painting again: It was a picture of Nomen. The low-cut boots and the gray pantaloons had come out fine, the green jacket and white shirt were decent, but putting the black hair on the head was proving difficult. Kalen looked over his work again. The face looked pretty good except, it didn’t have eyes. Kalen started on the eyes and noticed something: the picture had moved.
Not the paper but the picture, the subject.

Chapter 7

Jack stood up. Fast. Who put that thorn bush there?

After stifling a few loud Ouches and disentangling the briars from his pants Nunk looked around.

The man he was following had disappeared.

Stopping next to a small pool, Nonunc looked at himself in the water.

There were leaves in his straight black hair, his favorite blue jacket was covered in mud, his pants had holes in them and his shirt was ripped.