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.

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.

the lawn gnome said to me, he said: this is the way to go, he said:
dance like a polar bear, dance like an epiphany. tell the world that you don't care anymore.
once i was walking,
out on my front lawn.
i passed a man and he said hi ,
i turned around and he was gone.
the lawn gnome said to me, he said: this is the way to go, he said:
dance like a polar bear, dance like an epiphany. tell the world that you don't care anymore.
i started thinking.
and walking down a lonely road.
then it hit me,

The will to write a poem striks in an instant like a flash of lightening outside my window.  One can not just sit down and write poetry for without that light a poem is nothing more than nevermore the cry of a poem tortured. Please enjoy my hastily writen poem!

Shadows of light; Slivers of darkness

Light and dark forever twighned

Such is this of wich I write

Stories and tales; Shadows and stones

Heros and villians; good and evil

Of such is what we write

And yet it seams the soul laid bare

Homeschooler's at night are a scary sight!

Now you listen here!

And let it actually go in your ear!

Down the street in a hall,

What a horrid sight to public schoolers all!

Homeschoolers unite!

AH! With their imaginations keen, we have no chance in a fight!

Run while you can!

Or they'll fight us with pans!

*A/N* These first two-Goddess of the Sea and The Doctor- I think could turn into something a little bit more elaborate. What to you all think? The others are just kind of random, spur of the moment type things.

Preface

This story is based on my Two best friends and me in ten years! My inspriation was us, and my best friend HomeschoolGirl started her own (The Three), then I built mine a little after hers, trying the best I could to make it different! But hers is amazing! Much better I must say. Hopefully my other friend Liddyanne, will write her own version! Then we'll have three different versions!

I hope you enjoy!

once apon a time, a phrase, a trap.

to snare a reader, even mayhap

to draw you in to hear a tale

of long ago, behind the veil of time

a story, a legend, to tell to hear.

listen now and turn thy ear

to a story of knights and princesses fair

we fly through time, we fall through air.

The shadows fell like rain filling the streets of a victorian London but on second glance it wasn't Earth. A boot black boy ran past, his tan cap wet with rain.  His ears pointed.

It was night in the land of the Fay and the rain toumbled down.  A tall dark shadow slipped threw the deserted streets.  His cloak pulled tight around him obscured his face.  He glanced back and forth to see if he was being followed before stepping into the shadow of a shop door. 

The bell on the door jangled softly as he shut the door behind him.