The attack came swiftly, soon after Varian and Solvar had gone back up on the wall. The men had sen nothing, but a dragon had suddenly reared from sleep and shrieked, "They are coming!"
Varian grabbed the wall and leaned over it, straining his eyes into the darkness. The river rippled calmly in the moonlight and the stretch of land beteen it and the fortress looked deserted.
"I cannae see anythin'," he whispered to Solvar.
Solvar's hand tightened on the battlement. "Look at the river. I dinnae think it looks right."

"Ye say the air suddenly thickened and ye couldnae breathe?" Dulcan stared at him like he was crazy.
Varian looked away and drew a deep breath. They sat in an old tower. The windows had broken out long ago, and vines crept inside the stone room. But Dulcan insisted it was as solid as the day it had been built.
Some of the lairds weren't so sure. Benvahr and Sotar especially kept shifting their feet and looking at the floor, as if they expected it to crumble at any second.

Normal 0 Thoughts, Ideas, questions and conclusions of a 5-year-old girl

Chapter one: If I was the president…

If I was the president, I would make it illegal for bad guys to have real guns, so they would only be able to have plastic ones, then the police men wouldn’t get shot by them.

If I was the president, It wouldn’t be called the white house, I would change it to the pink house and boys aren’t aloud in, and if they tried to get in I would have invisible ninjas come and put them in jail for the rest of forever!

I stare at the notice, blinking once, twice, thrice.  Since I first saw it, I’ve tried to wrap my mind around it all, but I can’t—not yet.

I turn away and wander down the hall. Ten years’ worth of adventures adorns the walls, tales of knights, dragons and damsels, and strange worlds beyond understanding. Some of these works will be rolled up and taken to new locations; others will remain, quietly gathering dust.

Well, everyone, I suppose this means that I need to finish up Haflbood on here, so make sure you check back a couple of times every week. I'm going to miss this--without you guys (especially Anna) who continued to bug me about HB, I never would've finished it. Thank you!

Tighearnán couldn't understand it. The creature had only bitten him, and the wound was shallow. But as they struggled the last half-mile up the slope to home, Tighearnán was feeling more and more ill. Though it was a warm day, the breeze felt like ice where it touched Tighearnán's skin. The bite was bandaged tightly in a strip of wool torn from his own tunic, but it refused to stop bleeding and throbbed agonizingly with every step forward.

Chapter Seven

Over the next week, people streamed into the village as quickly as they were sent out again. Old men came through, ready to finish their lives by battling for their country. Middle-aged soldiers, war-hardened, were immediately given marching orders to River Fortress. Those who couldn't fight were put to work shoring up the defenses of the fortress. Young recruits signed up by the dozens. By day, they trained hard. By night, they crowded into the village houses and overflowed into the fields for food and sleep.

"Archflame?" Varian peered into cave mouth and cupped his hands around his lips. He shouted for Archflame once more. Then he rapped sharply on the gong set into the mountain. Its deep tones belled through the cave, echoing and bouncing into silence.
"Why are you disturbing him?" Fleet muttered. "I know that we are not man-eating dragons, but Archflame does still have a temper. And remember, you are not fire-resistant like me."
Varian ignored him. "Archflame?"