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*strides in with a sheepish look on her face* I feel rather stoopid comin' up 'ere without a story or poem, but I hope you understand that I have had no ideas lately, I will try my best to post a story soon, but it'll take a long time for me to do so, because I am takin' a break from writin' 'til I get some ideas for my books
Well as usual, this is only a draft, please tell me what needs fixing :D
Chris and her dragon, Colath....
Prologue
Flee of the Silver Carrier
Murzak walked to a well and said, “Who is the Silver Carrier?”
The water in the well rippled and showed the face of a baby, with hair as bright as the morning sun. His grey eyes looked at Murzak with such childish ignorance.
“This—this is the one whom I feared so much, a child?” said Murzak, laughing, “This is too easy!”
The baby cried loudly.
“Oh, Mythrelné!” said a woman’s voice, “What’s the matter dear? Shh, shh, shh, shh!”
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This was the eve of Mythrelné’s birthday. Beorin had a vision from Mithrandir himself and He told Beorin to get out of TikasheForest and go to Rua Myth, a town inside the Faër Woods. He awoke Lisanda and told her the vision and they grabbed Mythrelné he put him on Lisanda’s back in a baby carrier and they went to the stable and pulled Nasacadaä and Silvermane and rode off towards Rua Myth. Just as they rode off a band of soldiers came to their house, they noticed that the two horses galloping away and they followed.
“HALT IN THE NAME OF THE KING!” shouted the captain.
They kept riding and then Beorin turned around.
“NO BEORIN!!!!” screamed Lisanda.
Take Mythrelné to Rua Myth! I’ll meet you there, he said in her mind.
Lisanda nodded and rode off. She heard Beorin scream as she did so and she looked back to see him being knocked out. She kept riding.
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One evening as she rode through the Tikashe forest she heard rustling and she urged Nasacadaä onward as fast as she could go. But the thing that rustled was faster and came in front of her. She held Nasacadaä and she reared high and landed her feet in front of herself.
“Now, where do you think you are going so quickly?” said the familiar voice of Far’lah, Lisanda’s sister.
“Far’lah!” said Lisanda, happily.
Far’lah pulled off her hood and smiled, “Lisanda?”
Lisanda jumped off Nasacadaä and ran to Far’lah and hugged her.
Far’lah hugged back, happily and noticed Mythrelné.
“What’s your son’s name?” asked Far’lah.
“Mythrelné,” said Lisanda, “He’s in great danger, he is the silver carrier!”
“Where is Beorin?” asked Far’lah.
“He fell behind,” said Lisanda, sadly.
“Oh, I’m sorry, want me to accompany you?”
“Yes, please, we are going to Rua Myth.”
“OK, let me pack my things…” said Far’lah, running off.
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When Far’lah had returned she had a horse and her share of food. They rode off towards the Faër Woods. They came out into a field of grass and rode quicker and by nightfall they were back in the shelter of trees, they were now in the Faër Woods. They sat around a fire and they ate their food. After they talked a little and finished eating they fell asleep and when they woke up Mythrelné was crying and soldier were surrounding them. Lisanda shot up and pulling out a sword, back-flipped towards them and attacked as Far’lah woke up in the arms of a man, holding a knife to her throat, Lisanda ran towards Mythrelné and grabbed him, “Kiatanna threlsgone!” she said and thought of Rua Myth. Mythrelné disappeared and Lisanda knew he was now in Rua Myth.
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Lisanda and Far’lah were taken to Mythiandria, the capital of Fragäthia.
“Where is the silver carrier?” asked Murzak when they arrived there.
“I will never tell! He’s somewhere that you’ll never find!”
“He is in Rua Myth,” said Far’lah, smiling evilly.
“Far’lah?” said Lisanda, amazed and so sadly.
“Yes, sister, I am one of Murzak’s spies.”
“Thank you, Far’lah, and you,” he pointed to Lisanda, “You shall be put to death!”
And Lisanda was put to death…by beheading. And Mythrelné was found in Rua Myth by a thief, named Georand. There was a note with Mythrelné all this time and it said:
Dear Egreta,
This is my son, Mythrelné, will you care for him, if I am not there to do so myself… protect him from Murzak and love him with all the love you have.
Love,
Lisanda
Georand took the child, even though the note was for someone else and carried him to his den.
The Watcher walked out of the time machine and walked towards a house. He rung the doorbell and a lady opened it.
“Joyce?” he said.
The lady smiled, “Oh, Watcher. I’m pleased to see you.”
“I am pleased to see you too, Mrs. Kings,” he said, bowing his head as he took off his Irish fisherman’s hat.
“Joyce, Watcher is back!”
“He is?” said Joyce’s voice as she walked down the stares and looked at the door to see the face of Watcher, she ran through the hallway towards Watcher and hugged him, “a week was too long to be without you.”
“Had a good Christmas?”
“Oh, yeah!” she said, loudly.
“Good! Now you ready?”
“Sure I’m ready!” she said grinning and running to get her book bag. She came back with it strapped on her back and she kissed Mom and went out with Watcher.
“Be back by suppertime!” said Mom, jokingly.
“Of course, Mom!” said Joyce, happily.
“Bye, dear!” said Mom, waving.
Joyce went into the little house that was the time machine.
“We are not going through time; we’re just going to England. Agreed?”
“Agreed!” said Joyce, smiling.
“OK, let’s go!”
Joyce looked out the window and saw the street disappear replaced with an array of colors. Then they appeared in a different street. Joyce ran to the door and opened it, then, walking out she stared out into the sky and then saw a boy goggling at the house.
“That’s so wicked!” he said.
Joyce smiled, “Yes, it is.”
Watcher came out then saw the boy, “Hey, little lad, how’s about you buy some fish n’ chips with this,” he pulled out some money and handed it to the boy and the boy’s face brightened.
“Oh, thank you sir!” said the boy, running off with the money.
“You are very nice, Watcher,” said Joyce, grinning.
“Thank you,” said the Watcher, walking towards a tree. There was a paper showing pictures of children, 12 children missing, “Why are so many children missing?”
“I don’t know, I’ve never seen this many children gone,” said Joyce.
“Me neither…” said Watcher, pulling out his tracer, “We got to get to that boy, I think he’s next!”
He ran, tracer in hand. Joyce followed. He got to a two way street and looked both ways with both eyes and tracer. Then ran left, when they got to a house, Watcher banged at the door and a lady opened it.
“Have you seen a boy with blond hair, green eyes and he’s about this tall?” he put his hand up to his chest.
“Yes, that’s my son, why?”
“I can’t remember his name! What was it?”
“William,” said the lady.
“Oh, yeah, William is in trouble, somebody’s after him!”
“You are a nutter!” said the lady about the slam the door in his face, but he blocked the door.
“Your son is in trouble and you’re going to push the one to warn you out?”
“Yes, because he’s not in trouble!”
“MUM!” said, a boy’s voice, “HELP ME!”
“See what I mean?” said the Watcher.
The lady left the door alone and ran up the stairs and opened the first door on the right and saw her son disappearing with golden lights all that was left of him.
“Willy!” she cried, trying to catch him.
Watcher ran to the door and looked inside the room, he saw that William was gone, even on the tracer.
“NO!!” he shouted, punching the wall.
Then Joyce saw a piece of paper, with some familiar handwriting. She picked it up, “Watcher, a note…” She read it:
Dear Father,
I have taken this child for experiments, do not interfere or the consequences shall be severe.
-Time Changer
“T.C.!” said Watcher, “That’s right oh T.C.!”
“What is it Watcher?”
“The dart, remember it said ‘T.C.’ and it meant ‘Time Changer’ he changes time!” said Watcher.
“That’s bad, that’s dreadfully bad, he’s breaking the time law!” said Joyce.
“Yes, he is, what is he doing with all those children?”
“You guys are chit-chattering while my son is gone?!”
“Oh, we’re detectives,” said Watcher, pulling out a card, “We’re investigating the lost of
the children.”
“Oh, then allow me to leave, so you can get to your work,” said the lady, walking away.
“You go on and lay down; we’ll have this mystery solved ASAP!”
He grabbed the tracer and traced around, “No William… I can get flitters of life signs from him but it’s only brief.”
“What does it mean?” asked Joyce.
“He’s too far or… he’s dying…” said Watcher.
Joyce had a tear in her eye as she said, “I hope it’s because he’s too far.”
“Me too,” said Watcher.
Watcher beckoned to Joyce, “Let’s see!”
He ran towards the front door and ran off into the street.
Joyce was almost to the door, but then she felt a sharp pain on her head and she blacked out.
“No, no, no, no! Don’t stop on me now, baby!” he said, banging his hand on it, “So close yet so far!”
“Watcher, wait up!” said a boy’s voice behind him.
Watcher shook his head, amusingly.
In came the last person Watcher wanted to meet, Adam!
“I heard the time machine and thought I should get ready and come with you,” said Adam, finally coming to a stop.
“Why?”
“Well, I am your technical supporter!”
Watcher’s amused smile widened then turned into a mischievous smile, “Excellent idea, Adam! Here, you try to fix this,” he handed him the tracer.
“OK!” said Adam, grinning, he set off to work, but found he couldn’t fix it, “Watcher…the tracer’s malfunction has nothing to do with the power just dying, it didn’t die, it is in perfect shape, somebody doesn’t want you to find whoever you want to find…”
“Are you sure?” asked Watcher, bending over to see, the tracer’s power light was on, it just seemed blocked, “Yep, you are right,” he grimaced.
Watcher buried his face in his hands and rubbed it.
“I’m sorry, Watcher…”
“That’s OK,” he said, happily, “I still have my watch!”
“Great!”
Watcher set the watch to find the boy and grabbed Adam, then ran at top speed to find William.
Afterwards the watch failed, “NO!” he took off the watch and stuffed it into his pocket, “They’re watching us!”
“Who are?” asked Adam.
“Whoever wants to keep the children!” said Watcher.
“Where’s Joyce?” asked Adam.
“I don’t know…” said Watcher, “She’ll be fine, if I know Joyce, she’ll be fine!
Junior placed mind blocks on Joyce and the children and put himself into their minds.
“Now, Father, fight this army if you can!” they all said together, “Even your friend, Joyce is mine! Nobody can take these children out of my grip, not even you!”
Watcher thought for a moment, “I am connected to my time machine and so is Joyce, that’s it, nothing can block our mental link!”
He closed his eyes, Joyce! He got her life signs and started running. Adam caught on and ran after him. They ran clear into the night and then found themselves in London, in a warehouse.
Watcher walked in, exhausted from the run the saw Joyce in the middle of the room.
“Joyce!” said Adam, about to walk to her, Watcher blocked him.
“This is too easy for us to come, it’s a trap,” said Watcher.
“You are very smart, Father,” said many voices, including Joyce’s, then walking out from the shadows came 30 children and Junior.
“Hello, son,” said Watcher, frowning.
“Hello, Father,” said all the voices.
“What have you done with these children?”
“I am the children and the children are me…”
“I can see that, but how!”
They all smiled, “The dart! I’ve taken these children from time and space! The darts are not poison, they make them me! And since you breathed in the gas, you are now me!”
Watcher screamed in agony and then Adam watched the Watcher come towards him, Adam stood straight as bravely as he could then saw all the children coming after him.
Adam ducked and ran as fast as he could, the only wise thing to do, and he ran to the door and opened it and ran out.
Adam had made a group called the Guardians they called Junior and the ones he possessed the “Mind Stalkers”. They tried to protect the children while Junior tried to capture, soon they were going to start marching towards Junior himself! They were about to go to him one night when he met them on the streets.
“Oh, Adam, good to see you,” said the children, Watcher, Joyce, and Junior.
“How does he know your name, Gold Leader?” said a trooper, panicking.
“He has the minds of Joyce and Watcher, that’s how, we need to free them and the children, do not kill them, and fight Junior only!”
“Yes, sir, Gold Leader!” said the team, all going towards Junior.
The children blocked their path and started attacking, while they were doing this, Adam walked around and grabbed Joyce.
“Snap out of it, Joyce!” he said, shaking her, “I need you!”
“You will never have her, Adam, she is mine!”
“Oh yeah?” he said, pulling out a dart of his own, he ran towards Junior and stabbed his shoulder.
The entire group of “mind stalkers” screamed in unison and in agony. The children looked around and saw Junior and they were outraged.
“You have not beaten me quite yet, Adam, I’ll be after you in particular,” said Junior, disappearing.
Watcher hugged Joyce and Adam and said, “Thank you, Adam and who else do I owe thanks?”
“Watcher, this is my group, in the Guardians, Katie, Jeremy, Edmund and Sharon. We are the Gold Team.”
“Thank you, Katie, Jeremy, Edmund and Sharon! You have no idea what you did.”
“It was cold, dark, and nothingness, I hated it,” said Joyce, burying her face into Watcher’s coat.
Hi, this is the 3rd Spy :D I wanted to tell you, due to the consideration of my friend, Laura, I will stop being the 3rd Spy so enjoy your little time without a Spy..... I am Chris :D
I wrote this a while ago and thought I should post it! Hope you like it!
I stood on a cliff, spreading my wings I flew into the air, the cliff shrunk as I took off to the sky, spinning in the clouds I dived lower and saw a forest, and pulled out of the dive, spun around then shot upward then downward to the ground. The ground turned to a tall mountain I climbed it for miles I kept climbing when a terrible creature roared and I let go falling into an ocean with my fins I sped through the sunlit realm of the clown fish and others, swimming, I passed a starfish then I sped upward and flew into the sky again. Geese flew with me the full moon. I stood on a stage singing then I opened my eyes, I was in my bed, yawning, the full moon blazed through the blinds
It was Saturday and Gloria stood at her window and watched an unknown car drive up the driveway, Folger came out of it with two girls flanking him.
Her dad came out. He was a 10th grade teacher in DormanHigh School.
“That’s the visitors, we’re going to take them to Golden Corral,” he said, patting Gloria’s head.
When they got to Golden Corral, the two girls went to the restroom, and the Gloria needed to go. The girls grabbed her and threw her head into a toilet and threw her to the ground they punch her until her nose started to bleed. She couldn’t scream because they had toilet paper in her mouth, they left and the Folger’s got out of the Restaurant. Mrs. McNally went into the restroom and saw Gloria on the floor, crying.
“GLORIA!” she screamed, running to her and taking the toilet paper out of her mouth, she helped her out of the restroom Mr. McNally noticed something wrong.
“Gloria!” he said, striding to Mrs. McNally and Gloria, he put her into the chair she was in last time. Gloria’s hair was wet, blood was trickling down her face from her broken nose and her leg was stiff.
Nigel lay on his bed hearing a terrible voice was saying, “Nigel! Nigel! Nigel!”
Light flooded his vision and his eyes opened, everything was blurry.
“Mum, Dad!” he shouted, his eyes hurt terribly and he could only see a blur of colors.
Mum’s voice said, “What is it, honey?”
“Everything’s a blur, I can’t see, and my eyes hurt.”
That morning they went to the eye-doctor and Nigel was forced to try to tell what the letters, he could not see were.
“What’s this?”
“I dunno.”
“What’s this?”
“I dunno.”
“What’s this?”
“I dunno.”
It went on like this for half an hour the finally Nigel got glasses, Mum paid for them. Nigel’s eyes became in pain for days upon days he had to take off his glasses more than once a day and wash his eyes out with water, then putting his glasses back on to hear. “NIGEL!”
While these happenings of Nigel transpired, Gloria was in the hospital having her nose and leg fixed, Mr. McNally had to work at school but he anxiously waited for school to close, he started to cry when it was lunchtime, he was in the restroom and he kept blowing his nose, allowing the tears to fall of his face. While he was crying Mrs. McNally paced the perimeter of the waiting room Gloria come out being helped on a wheel chair. Mrs. Nelson turned, happily to her and pushed her while the doctor talked to her. Gloria was looking back and forth while each talked, but didn’t gather it all in, she wasn’t feeling too good.
“I have some crutches I used when I was her age, maybe those will do,” said Mrs. McNally as the doctor picked up Gloria and put her into the front seat.
“OK,” he said, closing the door. They talked some more then the doctor went back into the hospital as Mrs. McNally got in. They drove home.
Nigel sat on his bed, hands on his eyes, crying. His door opened, but he ignored it then the door closed and he heard voices. He stood up slowly and cracked the door open.
“Pastor Ray, Nigel’s not been himself, I don’t know what’s going on, his eyes hurt everyday and he can’t see well even with glasses.”
“May I see him?” asked the white-haired man, named Ray Hellings.
“Yes,” she said, she opened Nigel’s door, Nigel stepped back glaring at Pastor Ray.
“Why did you bring a Pastor in for Mum?” he said.
“You need help, dear,” she pulled Nigel out and pushed him towards Pastor Ray.
After a short talk Pastor Ray went to Mum.
“God’s working in him, that’s why he’s in this state,” said Pastor Ray.
“Why in this rough way, the poor boy’s going to be brought to death if He keeps it up!” said Mum.
Then Nigel shut his door and didn’t hear them anymore.
“O Lord, I am yours, come into my heart, please help me,” said Nigel, on his knees, praying, and crying.
A boy of fourteen was running to school, because he missed the bus. Exhausted, he ran up the steps of DormanHigh School, he sped through the halls and came flying into his science class. Nigel’s hair was brown, highlighted with red strokes. His hair was straight and thick. His eyes were as brown as his hair and seemed on fire with a hatred of God. His face was covered with thousands of freckles and a scar from a deep scratch from a punch from a bully; this bully’s fingernails were so long that Nigel got a cut and a bruise all at the same time.
“You’re late, Scott!” growled the Mrs. Jameson.
“I’m sorry,” said Nigel, walking to his desk.
“Oi, Scott, what happened last night? New girlfriend?” whispered his Folger, behind him. He had always been fond of making fun of Nigel.
“No, I just…forget it,” murmured Nigel.
“Now, back to our discussion about the origins of man,” said the teacher.
The door opened and Principal Nelson brought a girl in.
“This is Gloria McNally,” he said. Her hair was brown, curly, and thick
She walked to Mrs. Jameson.
“Well, Gloria, the chair beside Mr. Scott is empty,” said Mrs. Jameson, pointing to the empty seat beside Nigel.
“Thank you,” she walked to Nigel who picked up his backpack and threw it down to his feet. She sat down and smiled at him, but Nigel didn’t have a chance to see her eyes, because, Mrs. Jameson started talking about evolution. Gloria looked abruptly at Mrs. Jameson.
“What’s your name?” asked Gloria after school.
“Nigel James Scott Jr.” said Nigel.
“Do you know Jesus Christ?” asked Gloria.
“I don’t care for him, he never helped me, I’ve got to go!” said Nigel, abruptly, and ran off.
Gloria seemed untouched by his anger. In fact, she shouldered her backpack and ran to the edge of the street an old green car stopped near her. She ran to it and said, “Mum!”
Nigel kept running and finally stopped at his house; he turned at the driveway and ran up the steep hill of his house.
On Saturday the rain beat at the windows. Dad was reading a devotion to Nigel and he wasn’t paying any attention to it. He saw Gloria walking around the block with an umbrella and putting in their green box a sheet of folded paper. She walked on and looked up at the window he was looking out of, she waved. But he scowled at her. She shrugged and walked on, she stooped down and found Nigel’s soccer ball, she carried it up the hill and went to the door.
“Dad, someone’s coming up the hill!” he interrupted his father in mid-sentence.
Dad rolled his eyes and saw Gloria coming up the hill with Nigel’s ball.
“She’s just bringing up your soccer ball,” he told his son.
Dad walked to the door and opened it as Gloria got to it.
“Hello, Mr. Scott, the ball said your son’s name and I thought I should bring it up,” said Gloria.
“Come on Nigel, take the ball,” said Dad.
Nigel slowly and cautiously edged toward Gloria as she tried to hand the ball to him.
“Take it, son,” said Dad.
“I won’t bite,” said Gloria.
Nigel snatched it out of her hands and stepped back glaring at her.
“Thank you,” he muttered.
“You’re Welcome,” she said, smiling, “Good bye, I’ll be going home.”
“You arebeing a bit mean to her, Nigel, all she wanted to do was give you the ball.”
On the bus, after school, Gloria sat next to Nigel. Nigel muttered, “I’d like to sit alone.”
“Oi! Everyone Scott’s in love with McNally!”
“Shut it, Folger!” said Nigel.
“Ooooooh! That’s not very nice,” said Folger, in a mock baby voice.
Nigel turned around and punched Folger squarely in the face, Folger fell on his seat, nose bleeding.
“Nigel!” shouted the bus driver, “Walk home!”
“Yes ma’am,” the bus stopped and Nigel got out and came home.
Gloria was talking to Folger telling him to leave Nigel alone.
“What is your name?” she asked.
“Andoquino Folger,” said Folger.
“Andoquino does mean ‘without compassion’ does it not?” asked Gloria.
“Yes, it does,” said Folger, smiling proudly.
“Well, Andoquino Folger, it matches your stinky attitude, you will leave Nigel alone or…”
“Or what?”
“Or, I’ll tell you Mother that you have been bullying a 6th grader,” said Gloria.
“Don’t you dare tell her!” said Folger.
“I will, I mean it!” said Gloria.
Gloria turned around and Folger got an ice cube from his cup and put down her back. She screamed and turned to look at Folger.
Folger laughed with a whole bunch of other boys and girls, she turned around, tears rolling down her face as she thought, But I tell you not to resist an evil person. But whoever slaps you on the right cheek, turn the other cheek to him also. Matthew 5:39.
