I can now release the title for the Sci-Fi short story I wrote. It's called The Neveem.
It is the full 10,000 words, so plenty of content. :D
Tuesday, September 1, 2015
Tuesday, August 18, 2015
Update
In the contest I had entered, the deadline got delayed a month, so I won't be able to post the story until early October.
Sorry! Thanks for being patient, if I have any real followers, lol.
-Nathan
-Nathan
Tuesday, August 4, 2015
Update
So the Judicator got postponed for a while, and now I am working on a short story for a writing contest. Unfortunately I cannot post any of the content in the story, because the rules say so, but I can tell you it's Sci-Fi and it's going to be posted in early September.
Nathan
Nathan
Sunday, June 7, 2015
School description
This is a description I wrote for school a few months back, to give you something to read until I post the prologue of The Judicators. I was given this:
Imagine the most fantastic setting for a story that you can. Write the most realistic description of it that you can. Use all five senses.
So I wrote this:
Kneeling on the brink with his weariness forgotten, Grendar looked down in wonder at the picturesque setting below; a wide valley, filled with green, blue, and yellow. He gazed at the trees even taller than the great giants, the ones that could be settled by hundreds of his own people. Ripe for the picking. He heard the birds chirping and going about their business, the smell was of ancient fruit he couldn't describe. He already felt the grass under his hands, and imagined what it would be like in the valley. Then when his eyes set on the tower, the dark, tall tower with spikes and thorns coming out of the sides, his eyes narrowed, and he crept back to tell the others.
Yes, I know it suggests a backstory, but I don't actually have a backstory to go with it. lol. Sorry.
Nathan
Imagine the most fantastic setting for a story that you can. Write the most realistic description of it that you can. Use all five senses.
So I wrote this:
Kneeling on the brink with his weariness forgotten, Grendar looked down in wonder at the picturesque setting below; a wide valley, filled with green, blue, and yellow. He gazed at the trees even taller than the great giants, the ones that could be settled by hundreds of his own people. Ripe for the picking. He heard the birds chirping and going about their business, the smell was of ancient fruit he couldn't describe. He already felt the grass under his hands, and imagined what it would be like in the valley. Then when his eyes set on the tower, the dark, tall tower with spikes and thorns coming out of the sides, his eyes narrowed, and he crept back to tell the others.
Yes, I know it suggests a backstory, but I don't actually have a backstory to go with it. lol. Sorry.
Nathan
Saturday, May 9, 2015
New visitors from websites outside of Blogger:
Welcome to my blog. I don't necessarily post much on this blog, so don't bother following it. [But don't let me stand in your way if you really want to, lol.]
Anyway, the stories that I posted are not exactly "good." They are all from when I was 10-14, [I'm 16 now] so you can't judge my current writing level from them. :D
You can read them if you wish, but I don't like how I wrote them. I have quit writing Dragon Wars [sadly] because I ran out of ideas and plot scenarios for it. I have decided to write a brand new novel, which will probably be called "The Judicators" [That means "The Judges," in case you were going to look that up]
However, the name isn't final, and I haven't actually started writing the book yet. Though I have written out the main plotline, so I won't stray away and wonder when it's all over. Haha.
It will be in a medieval setting. Again. You can't blame me, I like swords. And castles. And bows.
A lot.
When will you post the first chapter, you ask? Well, I can't rely on my schedule for writing, so please don't rely on me. There are some days where I write 1000+ words, and there are [many] days where I write absolutely nothing.
Anyway, [Wow I said that twice 0.o *looks at the rest of my blog* I say 'anyway' a lot!]
Enjoy your stay, and do look after my fish from Mordor. They get bored, and they're probably hungry.
--Nathan
Anyway, the stories that I posted are not exactly "good." They are all from when I was 10-14, [I'm 16 now] so you can't judge my current writing level from them. :D
You can read them if you wish, but I don't like how I wrote them. I have quit writing Dragon Wars [sadly] because I ran out of ideas and plot scenarios for it. I have decided to write a brand new novel, which will probably be called "The Judicators" [That means "The Judges," in case you were going to look that up]
However, the name isn't final, and I haven't actually started writing the book yet. Though I have written out the main plotline, so I won't stray away and wonder when it's all over. Haha.
It will be in a medieval setting. Again. You can't blame me, I like swords. And castles. And bows.
A lot.
When will you post the first chapter, you ask? Well, I can't rely on my schedule for writing, so please don't rely on me. There are some days where I write 1000+ words, and there are [many] days where I write absolutely nothing.
Anyway, [Wow I said that twice 0.o *looks at the rest of my blog* I say 'anyway' a lot!]
Enjoy your stay, and do look after my fish from Mordor. They get bored, and they're probably hungry.
--Nathan
Friday, April 11, 2014
1000 page views!!!
Time to celebrate 1000 page views!
P.S. My goodness, forgot about this! Thought I already posted it! lol
P.S. My goodness, forgot about this! Thought I already posted it! lol
School has a way of keeping you busy...
Sorry about the lack of posts, I hope I will be able to post more this Summer. Hang in there, guys!
Wednesday, January 1, 2014
Happy new year, and Dragon Wars Chapter 5!
Finally I have finished chapter 5. I hope you guys are as eager to get this chapter over with as I have. No, not really. :) But I was stuck on the third paragraph. Until I watched The Hobbit: The Desolation of Smaug. It gave me a bunch of ideas on how to continue the story. Enough of me talking, and go ahead and read it!
P.S. As always, tell me what I should fix in it. Like if there seems to be too much talking.
P.S. As always, tell me what I should fix in it. Like if there seems to be too much talking.
“Three hundred men
from the Northern Reach, my lord!” A man shouted up at the newly crowned king
of Dagor. The army marched past.
“One hundred and
fifty from the Western mountains!”
“Five hundred from
the North-East caverns!”
Cedrik squirmed.
How many hours would this last?
“One thousand from
the Eastern Wild!”
He straightened.
That was the largest group yet.
“You know, Cedrik, you could at least
acknowledge the generals.” Ben whispered telepathically to him. Cedrik
jumped. “I’m not used to this, Ben. It’s
only the second day since I’ve become king. I’m glad that you’re my prime
advisor, or I’d get everything wrong.”
“Unfortunately, that is probably true.” Ben
smirked.
“Are you getting tired, Grere?” Cedrik
asked.
“Not really. But all this gathering is
getting on my nerves. Especially the nerves that tell me we need to do
something.”
“How many so far,
Sir…” Cedrik asked while looking over at the other dragon. Was it John?
“Jones, sire. And
there are…” He fiddled with his paper and pen. He looked up with dread in his
eyes. “Three thousand nine hundred.”
We’re not going to survive tonight. Cedrik
thought. He could see Grere shift his
head uncomfortably.
“We may not. But if we cannot survive, let
us make a last stand that is worthy of remembrance.” Greer growled.
“Ben, what about the country of Nahor? Would
they help us?”
“No, not if they could help it. Although,
there is a small chance…”
Cedrik
straightened. “What?”
“I was wondering if my friend in Nimunel’s
army was still alive.”
“Nimunel?”
“The country of moving islands. They would
help us. They fear us because they betrayed Dagor in the war between
continents.”
“Why would they help us, if they betrayed
us?”
“Because they swore an oath to help us when
the king of Dagor called, but they vanished along with their islands, when your
father called. They are somewhere out
there, in the sea. Going to the ends of the earth to avoid us.”
“How far is the ends of the earth?”
“I don’t know. They would be our only hope.
My friend was small in rank, but he may have advanced by now. He would help
Dagor.”
“I’m going. Now. Take over, you do better
than me at this ‘king’ stuff anyway.”
He smiled, and
turned to Jones.
“Jones? I’m calling for aid.”
“To who, sire?” he
asked suspiciously. He shifted in his seat.
“An old friend. He
would be our only hope now.” He looked to the east. The sea.
Grere landed and
Cedrik slid off. He ran to his room, which was now in the palace. He went to
the only empty corner, grabbed his sword and strapped it onto his shoulder.
After a second of hesitation, he picked up his new dagger that was worn by all
the previous kings of Dagor. He grimaced as he remembered that he had promised
Jones to wear it hidden wherever he went, as a protection from assassin
attempts.
He saw a bow and a
sheath of arrows on the wall, hanging. He reached up and pulled it down. He
didn’t know how to use these, but he’d have to learn eventually. He plucked the
bow string experimentally.
“Cedrik, hurry up! We don’t have that much
time to go and get back fast enough.” Grere interrupted.
“Sure. Hey, you don’t know how far it is!”
He took the sheath
of arrows, and put it over his shoulder.
“No. But at the rate you are taking to get
things, it will take forever!
“Are you hungry?”
“I can eat on the way.”
“What will you eat?
“Fish. Hurry up!”
He found his small
pack, filled it with dried meat and some gray bread that was the staple in
Dagor. What was it called? Oh yeah,
Kyitin.
He sprinted outside,
and found a dark green mound of scales on the cobblestone. “Grere,” he sighed,
“get up!”
Grere yawned. “I was just taking a nap. You were taking so
long.” He stumbled to his claws and Cedrik climbed up. “You really want to be prepared, don’t you?” He said as he craned
his neck and looked over Cedrik’s gear.
“Yeah, sure. Let’s get going already!”
He launched into
the clear cold air, and set his course for east, in general. Cedrik fell asleep
within two hours.
***
“Cedrik. Wake up.
I found something.”
Cedrik clawed at his eyes, forcing himself to wake up. When
he opened them, he saw
the ocean, and small desert island,
with a hill. It was moving towards them, against the current.
“What in Dagor is
that?”
“Possibly what we are
looking for.”
Grere landed on it, let Cedrik get
off, and collapsed to the ground. Cedrik set up camp for the night, while Grere
rested. Night came on A flash of lightning announced a coming downpour. Cedrik instinctively cringed. He started a
fire, and leaned against a rock.
“Cedrik.”
“What?”
“Don’t look, but there are a couple
people behind you. I saw them when the lightning flashed behind them.
The hairs on his neck stood up.
Suddenly there was a point in his back. It felt like an arrow.
“Stand up slowly,
and we might not kill you.” A young voice told him.
He stood up. Grere watched him.
“Oh, and if you
think your dragon can save you, think again. Turn around.”
He
turned around, and stepped back. “Come into the light.” He said questioningly,
not daring to move a muscle. A blonde haired girl about fourteen years old came
out of the brush, dressed like an agile archer complete with bow and dozens of
arrows. A boy Cedrik’s age came out of the sage brush, also dressed like an
archer.
“What
on earth are you doing here?” The boy asked. He was dressed in brown and tan,
probably meant to camouflage with the desert.
“I
could say the same for you two.”
“Silence!”
They
circled him, obviously checking for weapons. They in turn told him things like,
“Put down your sword,” or “give me your bow.” This went on for several minutes,
and Grere was just sitting in the same spot. Giving Cedrik advice, silently.
“Stare at them. Act bigger than you are, but
not that much. Make them fear you.”
“You know, if one of them wasn’t a
girl, I’d like you to roast them alive.”
“I would have already done so. You
want me to try roasting the boy?”
Cedrik looked at the arrows in
the bows. Just waiting to be fired.
“I don’t think that would be wise.”
There
seemed to be a signal that passed between the three, and the blonde girl
flipped up onto Grere’s neck, stretched her bow, and pointed it at Grere’s
head.
“One
wrong move and he is dead.” She said confidently.
“She’s gaining ground. Don’t let her have
it. She is the superior of the two. She cares
for the boy. The boy has a trigger finger. Use that to your advantage. Show
them what you’ve got. Use your blade Jones gave you.”
Cedrik
looked around coolly. In a quick moment, he dived to the ground, yanked out his
dagger from it’s boot sheath, flipped it around, all while rolling towards the
boy. He was dimly aware that the boy and girl were shooting arrow after arrow
into the sand, where he was less than a second ago. He leapt to his feet behind
the boy and put the sharp edge of his dagger in front of his neck.
“One
wrong move and he is dead.”
“Stalemate.
Very nicely played, kid.” The boy said.
“Show some respect
to your king!” Cedrik told him.
“King of what?
You’d have to be king of Dagor to be over us.”
Cedrik was about to
say, “I am,” but before he could, Grere told him not to. Save it for later, he said.
“Grere, she is looking at me. Use the advantage
before she focuses on you again.”
The green dragon’s
head snaked around to get her off his back. He succeeded, but only for half a second.
She jumped over the dragon’s neck and resumed her stance of getting ready to kill
him.
“Take me to your leader,
and I’ll let him go.”
She hesitated a couple
seconds, and said;
“Done.”
Tuesday, December 31, 2013
Finally!
Chapter five is finished, and it's going up tomorrow, on New Year's Day! In that wait, I'm going to start on chapters six and maybe seven. Hopefully I can get them up in a decent order. :)
Nathan
Nathan
Wednesday, December 18, 2013
Minecraft!
I bought Minecraft PC yesterday! And yes, story fans, I have a Christmas break... Hopefully I can get myself to write on it!
Wednesday, November 13, 2013
Dragon Wars Chapter 4!
Here is Chapter 4 of uncompleted story, Dragon Wars! It would be great if you guys could report any errors, inconsistencies, etc. [You're probably getting tired of basically the same greeting every chapter. It's just more of a reminder for you now. :) ]
“Get up!”
Cedrik rubbed his
eyes and looked around. The room was dark, that didn’t tell anything about the
time of day.
“Cedrik, you must
get up! Our scouts have reported that Sucron is bringing a large army to this
cave. Your dragon is already ready for the evacuation.” Ben said hurriedly.
Cedrik sat up and stretched. His
eyes wildly looked for his sword. He found it and put his belt on, then
attached the scabbard to his belt.
“No, put it on your shoulder, it’s going to
be a rough ride.” Grere said as Cedrik stopped and attached it to his
shoulder.
“Where are we
evacuating to?” Cedrik asked as he pulled his boots on.
“To the island of
Troywen, the capital city and fortress of Tire. It’s the safest place you could
ever be in these times. Besides, it’s the closest fortress.”
Cedrik picked up
his bag of belongings and followed Ben out of the hut. The cavern was dimly
lit, and the dragon riders were running about gathering their maps with their
secret bases on them and putting them on the dragons.
The dragons were
in a circle, silently talking about the attack. Cedirk made his way over to Grere,
his dragon gave him a toothy grin and a silent hello. Cedrik turned his gaze to
the other dragons and observed the colors, as he didn’t have much time to look
at them before. The white one must be an
ice dragon, he thought.
He saw and found out the dragon
classifications from Grere; white was ice, blue was electricity, yellow was
heat, brown was rock, and too many others to name here.
Ben mindspoke to
all of them that it was time to go, then Cedrik climbed up and sat on Grere.
The other riders did last-minute preparations and did the same. Then one-by-one
each of them went through the hole in the cavern. The dragon rider’s faces were
ashen, knowing they would die sooner or later now that their cave was found.
When it was Cedrik
and Grere’s turn, his dragon walked through and emerged in the dark wood.
When the last of
the dragons walked solemnly out, they all flapped their scaly wings and emerged
above the forest. The wind slapped Cedrik in the face and he fully woke up.
They flew over miles and miles of green trees, and Cedrik wished he could enjoy
the view. He could see a dark blur on the horizon, and guessed correctly that
it was Sucron’s army. An hour that seemed like forever passed, and Cedrik could
finally see that his guess was indeed correct. He gulped.
“There are at least ten thousand grogs
surrounding the forest down there! All for thirty-something dragons?”
“There are more than thirty dragons here,
Cedrik. Look around.”
Cedrik took a
glance at the other thirty or so dragons in front of him. His eyes bulged and
he gulped, then grinned. There were at least one hundred other dragons here!
“I believe Sucron likes to be prepared. The
other three-quarters of the dragons were patrolling, hunting and scouting.”
Cedrik glanced
down at the army, and hoped they were out of arrow reach. Apparently they
weren’t. A volley of arrows struck one of their dragons, and he fell fast to
land on top of dozens of grogs. Another fell, then another.
“Try to fly higher.”Cedrik suggested.
Grere nodded, gave
Cedrik a grin, and flew higher than the rest of the dragons. Fortunately, they
were out of arrow reach now. Unfortunately, there was a cloud separating them
from the rest.
Ten minutes later,
they descended from the clouds.
To find the army
marching north. Towards Troywen.
“This is not good Cedrik.”
“You can say that again. Where is the rest
of our camp?”
Grere curved his neck
upward, stared at Cedrik, and said: “This
is not good?”
Cedrik looked at
him strangely, then understood. “It’s a
figure of speech, Grere.”
Grere uncurved his
neck. “I will never understand “human
figures of speech.” Nor do I want to.” He sighed. “I can see the rest of the fleet about a mile ahead. I don’t think
they know that Sucron has not given up.”
An hour later,
they stumbled onto Troywen’s dragon landing platform. Cedrik couldn’t admire
the great white city, as he was trying to deliver his message. Fast. He wildly
looked around, then was relieved to see his father running towards him.
“Cedrik! You made it! I thought we had lost
you in the arrows.” Gunter said as he ran up, panting.
“We flew above the
clouds.” Cedrik jumped lightly off Grere and landed with his legs like springs supporting
him, as Ben had instructed.
“I should have
thought of that long before we went through the arrows!” Gunter said
mournfully.
“Sucron’s army is
going to be here by tomorrow night.”
Gunter pulled out
his sword halfway, looked at it, and put it back. “I know. It is very
unfortunate. We all will be ready. As soon as I reclaim the throne of Tire.”
A screech filled
the air. Then another. Father and son looked up in wonder, than the father’s
eyes widened. He started running for the citadel, dragging Cedrik behind him. “What is it?” Cedrik asked his dragon.
“Some form of flying creature. Evil, by the
sound of it.” Cedrik turned around and started running. He felt a gust of
wind on his neck, so he knew his dragon took off.
Gunter entered the
conversation. “Scrells. We must be
careful, they have unbelievably good hearing. They are smaller than a bird, yet
bigger than a dragonfly. They can sting like a wasp, have poison like a snake,
and they make good spies. Sucron probably sent them ahead to spy on us.” Cedrik
did not ask any more questions, for he did not like fearing things for what
they really were.
They came to one
of the five gates, and ran through just before it closed. The city was in an
uproar. He looked up, and saw that the sky was black. A few soldiers fired
arrows, but they only killed one or two, if any. “There are thousands of them!” Cedrik exclaimed mentally. Half an
hour later, through many gates and up hundreds of stairs, they made it to the
citadel. A black shadow flew towards Gunter, and stung him in the chest.
“Aurrghhh!” He
stumbled, fell to his knees, and lay on the ground, while breathing heavily.
“Cedrik. Remember what you have learned. Act on it. The Screll has a sting that
poisons the body, and kills the person instantly. Get inside the citadel, and
reclaim the throne, for I cannot.”
Cedrik stood
there, unbelieving. Shocked. In one swift stroke, the only family he had had
was lost in an instant.
“Go! Now!” Gunter
suddenly stopped breathing, and closed his eyes. Gunter’s body gave out a
convulsion, as the poison took his toll. Cedrik just stood there. He faintly
heard someone calling him, telling him to go on.
“Cedrik! Cedrik! Cedrik move now!!!”
He stumbled. He
regained his senses and made a deliberate effort to go on. He had to go on. He
had no choice. He ran up the stone steps, and made it to the large grey tower
on top of the hill. Black blurs whizzed everywhere. He sprinted inside and
closed the door as soon as he was in. He heard a thump on the door.
“Do not open the door! It’s the scrells!”
Cedrik realized
something. He had been fighting for friends, family, and the other hundred
dragons. Now he was finding that he wanted revenge. Revenge for what had been
done to him, to his friends, what had been done to his family.
“Revenge may be the quick way to victory,
but it is not the right way.” Ben said. “You
must find that the greatest enemy is always yourself. You could become like
Sucron. Do you want that? To be his servant? Succeed him? Do not be so hasty to
deal out revenge, or you will become like him.”
Cedrik looked
around, and walked further into the corridor. He found himself in the throne
room, empty. He glanced at the magnificent throne, grimaced that he would be the next person to sit on it,
and looked around. Statues of dead kings lined the room, and paintings of their
great deeds were on the walls.
He looked at the
statues, that were completely white. The same crown was on every head, but what
they were holding was different. One had a gear in one hand, and a book in the
other. Symbols for technology and wisdom. Others had other things, such as
olive leaves for peace, and a staff for traveler, or a scepter for someone who
ruled his people well. He stood there, in awestruck wonder, when his eyes came
across his father’s statue. It looked younger, nobler somehow, and he stood
with a dragon egg in one hand and a sword in the other. A symbol for dragon
rider, and warrior.
Ben ran into the
room, panting. “Cedrik. There you are. You are the last hope for Tire. You must
be crowned king! If you don’t accept the throne, he will take advantage of that
and pick off Tire’s cities, one by one.” His face straightened in sympathy. “I
know your father was just killed today, he was a good friend to me too. But you cannot allow yourself to be
self-centered in this way.” He backed off a bit. “It’s your decision. I’ll let
you have some time to think it over. I’ll be in the Hall of Records if you need
me.”
He turned around,
and started walking away.
“Cedrik, what are you doing? This is your
only chance. The whole world could be destroyed because of your decision. You
knew your father for only a little of your life. I have not known my family at
all.
Cedrik looked up,
a glint of determination in his eyes. “Ben?”
He stopped. “Yes?”
“I’ll do it.”
Chapter 5 is not finished yet as I am writing this, so please be patient. I will post it ASAP.
Nathan
Sunday, November 10, 2013
Dragon Wars Chapter 3!
Here is Chapter 3 of my un-completed book, Dragon Wars! Feel free to report errors, incosistencies, etc. This chapter is a bit of a long one compared to the others, because I had to combine two very short chapters.
Stay tuned for chapter 4!
Nathan
Cedrik was dimly
aware of being locked in a prison cell as he laid on the floor. Ben nodded.
"It was
about time you woke up. I have a plan to get out, but I hope that the sword is
nearby."
"Why do you
care about a rusty old sword that just happened to belong to my father?"
Cedrik said groggily. “And how come you already had a plan? I just got in here.”
Ben leaned
closer. "Because it was your fathers. And he was once a king of Dagor.” He
leaned back against the stone wall. “To the second question, you were being analyzed
by the head scientist here to figure out what line of dragon keeper you came from.”
“My father was the
king of Dagor? What used to be the most powerful country in all of Tire?
“Yes.” He sighed,
“You are. I am getting very tired. You slept through everything, so I had to do
three hours worth of thinking, knocking, and looking at the wall." Ben
said while shaking his head.
"I still
don't see why we absolutely need the sword.”
“You may not
understand now, Cedrik Penning, but you will understand later. Your father will
be able to tell the tale better than I ever could.”
Cedrik looked
confused. "My father is dead. I saw him die."
"He isn't.
He will explain everything when you meet him."
"You, and I
and my father, and the rest of the remnant," He pointed to Ben and then
himself, "are the only ones left, right?"
"Correct. My
dragon died in the war between the continents." Ben said sadly.
"Now, mister
know-it-all, what are we supposed to cut the wall with?" Cedrik remarked
playfully. “It is, kind of,” He knocked the wall, “solid rock.”
“You shall see. I
believe that I remember the ‘fetch’ spell. Hmmm…” He muttered seemingly
unintelligible words, than Cedrik gasped as he saw his sword and scabbard float
towards the edge of the cell. He grabbed it out of mid-air, slipped it through
the bars, and returned it to his belt.
“Are you
expecting to cut a rock wall with a—"
“Wait…" Ben
held up his hand. "Three-one-thousand. Two-one-. "
Suddenly, a red
glow emanated from one of the walls, in one spot, then it slowly moved around
and made a circle. Then a dragon burst through, with gravel and stone chips on
his back. Shaking them off, he turned quickly.
“Quicker than
usual, aren’t you, Grere?” Ben said.
"I'd rather both of you get on before
those newly-equipped lasers on the wall shoot us all down." Grere insisted
impatiently.
Cedrik and Ben
jumped over the remains of the wall, climbed onto Grere, ready for the sudden
burst of speed that would take them far away from this fortress. Grere
crouched, then released a mighty flap of his wings and was in the air. Shouts
of, “They’re getting away!” and “After them!” sounded behind them, but had no
meaning, for they were already far away.
The lasers Grere had
talked about fired on them. Green, blue, orange, red flashed next to them. Grere
dodged three, but couldn't avoid the fourth. It splashed onto his wings,
creating a red glow. Grere grunted, but pressed on. They went on for another
hour or so, then Grere landed awkwardly in a large clearing, with some types of
catapult contraptions.
What Cedrik felt
from Grere kept him quiet for a while. Fifteen dragons were in the forest, with
another fifteen dragon riders.
Ben jumped off Grere
then walked into the very middle of the circle. He waited thirty seconds, and
then he spoke.
"Mephelosheth
fanuhel!" He shouted.
He means, "We come in peace, and the
dragon is a friend." They aren't afraid of you, Cedrik, because you are a
youngling.” Grere mindspoke.
“Boy, sometimes you should at least show me
a little respect.” Cedrik said back jokingly.
First, there was
hesitation in the dragons' advance. Then they slowly came forward. All fifteen
were different colors. Yellow, blue, orange, green, and purple just to name a
few. He noticed that there were no fire dragons, probably because they were all
evil. The dragon rider that appeared to be the leader was a man, appearing to
be the age of in the forties. The man wore black clothes, and Cedrik almost
thought he disappeared when he went into the shadows. He was on a black dragon,
one of the famed speed dragon class.
The man greeted
Ben from his dragon.
"What
brought you here? I thought the UC executed you. How did you escape? Who are
they?" The man asked.
"An
important errand, and this youngster rescued me, well, sort of. He and his dragon were rescuing me, when we
got caught, his dragon melted a hole in the wall, and here we are. Oh, his name?
His name is Cedrik, and his dragon is Grere." Ben stated.
"Did you say
Cedrik?" The man said mysteriously.
"Yup. Meet
your long-lost son, Gunter." Ben said.
Gunter jumped off
his dragon, running toward Cedrik with his arms outstretched. He engulfed
Cedrik in a huge bear hug. “Dad?” Cedrik asked mischievously.
“Yes, son?”
Gunter replied.
“I’m fourteen.”
“Oh yeah. Sorry.
Thought you were five again.” Cedrik’s father whispered as he walked backwards
away.
“No, I meant that
I can understand why you left me now.”
“Oh, that.”
“Excuse me gentlemen, but if my sources are
correct, we need to move right now, because there’s bound to be a search party
coming to find us.” Ben said.
“Bring ‘em on!”
Cedrik’s dragon shouted.
“That would be
illogical, nephew.” The speed dragon thought quietly.
“Now I have a
speed dragon that lives for logic as my only living relative. Can’t get any
better.” Grere’s voice dripped sarcasm as he rolled his huge eyes.
“Grere?” His
uncle thought.
Cedrik jumped as
a black arrow came out of the forest and bounced off Cedrik’s scabbard, landing
softly on the ground.
Sorry to
interrupt, but let’s get out of here! Ben’s thoughts came into everyone’s
brains. Cedrik jumped onto Grere, and found that everyone else was on their
dragons. Ben was with Cedrik’s father, on his dragon.
“Logical.”
Gunter said.
“Please be
quiet, It takes a lot to stay on this dragon with the rider jabbering.” Ben
thought.
“I’m not
jabbering, I haven’t said a word.” Gunter cracked a smile as he replied.
The sixteen
dragons leapt into the air. All sixteen looked down to see what they were going
to fight. They saw a battalion of troops, all of them having swords and
crossbows. All sixteen dragons also decided it was time to move instead of
fight.
“Where are we going?” Cedrik asked.
“To the Cave of Shallows.” Someone said.
The journey continued
for an hour or two, and after it they saw a large cliff.
They all headed
south towards the cliff, next to the Cave of Shallows.
An hour later, they landed in a
clearing, and beyond the clearing was a hole in the cliff, just big enough for
a dragon to pass through.
“I’ll go through first, Cedrik will
go last, and the rest of you in the middle.” Gunter announced. He and his
dragon passed through without much trouble. Cedrik waited unceasingly for his
turn. Finally, Cedrik went through with Grere easily. When they made it
through, Cedrik’s mouth dropped open. This wasn’t just a small hole-in-the-wall
cavern hideout, this was a huge fortress!
There were twenty
more dragon riders, with dragons. They were in colors that Cedrik never knew
about, like very dark brown, and whitish green.
The cavern itself was fifty feet
high, and he could barely make out the ceiling from the little light.
“We must hurry;
they have already started the negotiations. The ambassadors of Nahor and Tire
have just arrived.” Said a dragon rider, apparently a leader.
Cedrik jumped off Grere and jogged,
following the three leaders. They passed through an ancient-looking cave, with
strange markings on the walls. An old wooden door stood in front of them, and
inside, there were sounds of men talking.
When he walked through, he saw three men and
two dragon riders. They turned their heads to the newcomers, and one of the men
jumped from his seat and exclaimed, “Is that him? Is he the heir?” While pointing
at Gunter. One of the dragon riders waved him away, and the man sat down.
“Yes.” Said Gunter.
“Anyway, did Tire
agree to assault Sucron?” Ben interrupted.
The man that
exclaimed Cedrik was the heir slowly stood up. “Tire pledges it’s troops to the
King.” He then sat down again.
“And does Nahor
agree as well?”
Another well
dressed man stood up. “Nahor does not recognize the King, nor pledge it’s
allegiance to the crown.”
Gunter’s eyes
looked as if they were inflamed. “Then you shall stand alone!” He barked, and
the room suddenly grew dark and cold.
The person from
Nahor sat down quickly and avoided looking at Gunter again.
The room lit up again, and the
ambassadors prepared to leave. Cedrik chanced a glance up at his father. His
father was not in the greatest mood. He decided that maybe he should leave. He
started toward the door as the ambassadors were walking through.
“Cedrik.” His
father said.
Cedrik stopped in his tracks.
“Sit down, and you
will learn why you are one of the heirs to the throne of Tire.”
Cedrik turned, walked over to one
of the many chairs in the room, and sat down. The chairs weren’t very
comfortable, but they were better than the stone floor.
“I was once the
King of Tire, the only dragon rider King since before Tire and Nahor was even
established. I did not know my father, but I was told that my father died in
the war between the continents with Sucron.
Apparently the
King was good friends with my father, for he adopted me as his son after he
heard, as he was old, that his other sons died in other wars. In a battle
against fifty thousand grogs, through his last breath, he told me and my dragon
to take care of Tire, and let no evil person take control of it. Years later, I
married your mother, and then you were born a few years after that.
Sucron was rising in power much
faster than anyone had expected. We couldn’t do anything to stop it. I felt
that the fate of Tire was in the hands of dragon riders. I gathered as many
dragons and dragon riders as I could, and put them here. You had dragon rider
blood in you, so I searched for a dragon egg for years.
“I found the egg,
one of the hundred eggs in the dragon clutch that was supposedly destroyed by
Sucron. I gave it to you, and it hatched immediately. Then I was attacked by
Sucron himself, and got stabbed. I couldn’t heal the stab with my powers, and I
was about to die when a friend came and put me back into fighting shape. I am
only here because of that friend.” He looked at Ben.
“Well I wasn’t
about to let you just lay there and die.” Ben said rhetorically.
Cedrik didn’t say anything. He had
a lot to think about. He yawned.
“I guess It’s time
for someone to eat and go to bed, huh?” Gunter said with a slight smile tugging
on his face.
“Yeah.” Cedrik
said and yawned again. It was the last thing he remembered until the next morning.
Stay tuned for chapter 4!
Nathan
Friday, November 8, 2013
Dragon Wars Chapter 2!
As always, I am open to criticism, so feel free to report grammatical errors, inconsistencies, etc.
Enjoy!
Enjoy!
In the darkest
corner of the world, in the country of Screallion, a dark hall lurked, with a
great throne in the center. On the throne, was a very large creature, as tall
as two men. It’s eyes were as fire, and a great club lay at his feet. Dark was
his armor, dark was his crown, and Sucron was his name, for it meant Pure Evil
in ancient tongues.
A lone man
approached him. Fat, and visibly terrified of Sucron, he trembled in the light
of the eyes. “T-The boy was too fast, m-my lord. He got away on his d-dragon.”
Sucron’s eyes
flared. His voice thundered through the hall. “You had fifteen fire dragons at your disposal!”
“But my lord, the
dragon was a forest dragon! He must have had some speed dragon blood in him as
well!”
“They will pay for
it. I will get the boy, with or without your help!” With the words “without
your help” Sucron seized his club, stood up, and advanced.
“I will n-not fail
you ag-gain, my l-liege!” The man pleaded desperately with the approaching
menace.
“Oh, I know you
won’t.” Sucron swiped his club and the person wasn’t there. He was on the wall,
dead and in pieces. Hundreds of rats converged on the body, and before long it
was just bones. The last of the Elite Assassins had died. Grogs from
underground caverns and nicks in the walls hooted and yelled and hissed. Sucron
wanted revenge.
And he was going
for blood.
*****
Cedrik crept out
of the forest, his muscles tense. The sun had set, and he was getting tired. He
looked around, then relaxed. The dragons had given up their search.
"You can come out now. They are
gone." Cedrik said. There was a rustle in the trees, and then Grere
stepped out. He stretched his legs, and craned his neck forward.
"Do we have to find out why no one opened the door?”
“Yes.”
“But it could be dangerous.”
He cocked his
head at Grere. “You just wanted to fight
all fifteen dragons at once. Now you are afraid of a house that could have
nothing in it?”
Grere put on a cheesy smile that
could have scared anything or anyone half to death. Thankfully, Cedrik was used
to it.
He ran to the
farmhouse, picked up a nearby rock, and smashed it into one of the windows. He made
sure there were no glass fragments hanging, and climbed through. He then
tumbled to the floor on top of some glass fragments.
The house was in
shambles, pieces of the ceiling were hanging, and timbers were showing
underneath. The wood floor was a mess, with food all over it. Some very fat,
black mice were eating happily.
He walked into the bedroom, and saw a crystal.
Strangely, it was intact. “Why didn’t they destroy this?” He wondered out loud,
and picked it up. The crystal lit up, and Cedrik’s eyes widened. On the surface
was scratched a short message: I’ve been taken.
Cedrik mentally
leapt to his feet, dropped the crystal, ran to the window, and tumbled through
it. He found that Grere was ready to fly.
"Did you hear that? It's already in the
evening. We have to move if we want to find him."
Cedrik climbed up
his dragon.
“You aren’t tired yet?”
“You kidding? I could fly for miles.” Grere
flapped his wings once, and was immediately in the air and climbing fast. Cedrik urged him to fly faster to the north.
* * *
Hours later,
Cedrik was asleep on the ground next to a glow rock. The place was on the edge
of the tree line, the massive fortress was about half a mile away. His dragon was snoring rather loudly, a few
yards away on the other side of the fire. Grere woke up, then quietly woke up
Cedrik.
It was about midnight, the perfect time for
trying to break Ben free, which neither of them had tried before. A few hours
ago, Cedrik was studying every detail of the huge fort, and had gotten the
information he needed from a soldier, captured, and forced to tell them where
and what to do.
Cedrik hopped
onto Grere, checked the bound man, and both were thankful for no moon. Grere
started his fast run, for flying was useless in the dark with the stars to show
them. When they got to the wall, Cedrik brought his sword out, careful for it
not to glimmer.
A soldier walked
on the wall above them, and they both pressed their backs against it, Grere
rather awkwardly. When he turned away, Grere hopped up and quickly disposed of
the soldier by flicking him off the wall silently. He pulled Cedrik up, and
they cut into the wooden flooring. Grere lowered Cedrik into the room, Cedrik
disabled another soldier in just the right place, and he cut through another
wood floor.
He saw Grere jump
down to the grass outside. "Wait
there. I'll tell you when we will get back."
Okay.
Cedrik opened the
door that led to the dungeons. He went down a corridor, down a stairway, and
was met with several prisoners in cells with bars of iron.
"Who in this
room is Ben?" Cedrik whispered. He was met with false acclamations.
"I'm
Ben!" One prisoner said.
"No, I
am!" Another exclaimed.
"What are
you all talking about? I am!" Said another.
"I am!"
"I am!"
another person argued.
"Quiet!"
Cedrik hissed through his teeth. He had an idea. "Who was Gunter
Penning?" He whispered.
"Uh… My
uncle!"
"My
Granddaddy!"
"My
Mouse!" One frail prisoner said while holding up a dead brown mouse. Other
prisoners looked at him in disgust. An old man came to the edge of his cell. He
was old, probably around fifty. A beard and part of a hood covered his face.
"He was your
father, Cedrik. You look too much like your father to be a coincidence. Now how
do you plan to get me out of here? The next guard to come inspecting is in
around ten minutes. After that, he'll sound the alarm."
Cedrik broke the
lock with his sword, and then flung the door aside. He grabbed Ben and ran
toward the door.
"Grere, check the guard’s minds. Is
there any way out of the prison besides running directly to the guards?”
“No. You are going to have to kill the
soldier.”
Cedrik cringed.
He had never killed someone before, and he certainly didn't want this to be his
first.
"Well at least knock him out." Grere
said with disgust.
He turned toward
the prison entrance, brandished his sword, and waited. He counted to six
hundred, and then tensed his muscles. A young man walked in. Cedrik hit the
unknowing soldier on the head with the flat of his blade and passed him as he
fell down.
With Ben
following close behind, they slowly exited the prison area on tiptoes, careful
not to disturb the other men outside. He slipped out and readied himself. He
found he was staring at twenty men, with their weapons ready.
"Put your
weapon down, boy." The leader said—for it was apparently the leader—and
Cedrik dropped his weapon. He put his hands up when the men put points of
swords next to him. Ben put his hands up, and apparently wasn't worried.
"Not again.
I was beginning to think that I would be rescued by a fourteen year old
boy." Ben said, shaking his head. The last thing Cedrik heard was a loud
clank, and realized too late that the pommel of a sword had slammed onto his
head.
Stay tuned for chapter 3!
Thursday, November 7, 2013
A Break
A little break from the usual; a ship named the Blackhawk created by me with lasers and engines galore. My uncle "taught" me how to build good ships [Mostly I watched him build his own ships].
Story readers: don't worry, chapter two will be scheduled to upload the day after I post this. I'm sorry for the delay, but as most humans in the U.S.A., [ :) ] we do have school. Please stay tuned!
Nathan
Thursday, October 24, 2013
Dragon Wars
Here is Chapter 1 of my new story! Enjoy... Oh, and this chapter is unedited, feel free to point out any grammar mistakes, I am welcome to criticism.
Chapter 1
The Invasion
Fourteen-year-old
Cedrik raced over to where his dragon burned a finish line in the grass. In the
shadowy forest, he ducked under loose vines and climbed over grey rocks. By the
time he reached the burn mark, his dragon friend was half hidden in the late
morning sunlight, sitting on the soft green grass. Cedrik sprinted past the
finish mark, stopped, gripped his knees, and started panting.
"You always win." He
telepathically told him.
“I know the forest by heart, you know. It is
impossible to beat me. Plus it helps that I am a lot faster than you.” Grere said back, almost smiling.
Cedrik smiled,
then started walking in the direction of home.
"Come on, we need to be home by
noon."
His loyal
companion followed him, flying over everything in the way. When they got to the
house, Grere ran and leapt nimbly to his favorite perch, on a fallen cedar
tree, now just a log and brush that used to be branches. Cedrik ran up to the
small shack, noticing that his trip wire across the doorway was limp, meaning
someone or something was inside.
Grere looked at
the attentive Cedrik. His ears perked up, curious.
"Is everything okay?" The
dragon asked.
“I think so. I wonder who visited our home
in the middle of nowhere. I hope Sucron’s spies aren’t here.” Cedrik said.
Cedrik cautiously
stepped up to the wire, then over it. He walked in the room and was startled by
an old man.
He was gruffly
greeted by the old man, somewhere in his fifties.
"Hello,
boy." The man said.
Cedrik ignored
the greeting with questions. "Why are you here? Who are you, and where did
you come from?" He said, while studying the man. He was dressed as a
peasant, but Cedrik knew he wasn't because he was very round. He gasped as he
recognized the man that killed his father. The man ignored the three questions
with a grunt. “Recognize me, kid? You
are the last of the Pennings. You are to come with me now!" Cedrik jumped
at the command and ran out of the house. He ran to his dragon, suddenly afraid
of the man that was trying to grab him unsuccessfully.
"Let's go Grere! We have to try to get
out of here! You see the medal hanging from his neck? He is the man that killed
my father!" He said as he climbed awkwardly onto the dragon's back.
The older man
stumbled and fell.
"Get him
men! He's getting away!" He said as he panted, obviously not used to
chasing youngsters.
Grere brought him
to the edge of the clearing, then lifted off and then flew in and out between
the trees, knowing the fastest way out of the dense, green forest. Suddenly, a
loud trumpet blast alerted Cedrik of at least twenty men, all individually
riding on what looked like fire dragons.
This is a dream. It has to be! Cedrik
thought wildly.
They weaved in
and out between the brown trunks of trees, occasionally brushing against
branches. Eventually, the fire dragons slowed then stopped one at a time,
because the forest was too dense for them to keep up.
"I think we lost them. I wonder why
they wanted you." Grere said suspiciously.
My
father said as he was dying to go to Ben, my father’s best friend, when
Sucron’s forces show up. Well, they did, so I think we should go, right?
“Alright, but next time think it through a
little longer. Do you have your father’s sword?” The dragon said.
“Yes. I have it right here.” He said
while pointing to his back scabbard. “Let’s
go see Ben.”
An hour later…
Grere came to a halt in midair, and then dove
downward toward a small clearing in the forest. When he landed, Cedrik climbed down, and then
ran to the old farmhouse. He knocked on the door, then waited. He knocked
again. He waited impatiently. He tried to open the door. Locked.
“I think I am in big trouble.”
Grere snorted,
then said something.
“The fire dragons are about a mile away. We
should go soon.”
Cedrik ran over,
readjusting his scabbard on his shoulder. He jumped onto Grere, then felt
himself elevate as the dragon traveled up.
“How close are they now?” Cedrik asked.
“They are about a minute away, if they go as
fast as they can.”
Cedrik relayed
that into his brain. I think we have a
fight on our hands. Grere crouched, then sprung himself into the air.
Cedrik drew his sword, gleaming silver-gold in the afternoon sun. “I have no idea how to use this.”
“Pretend you do, Cedrik.”
Cedrik raised it
once the fire dragons came into distinguishable sight. The dragons swept
towards Grere, their rider's swords shining.
Grere let loose a
fire blast, smacking into the first of the pack. The dragon that was fireballed
fell to the ground, screeching the whole way. The rider plunged, his clothes in
flames. Cedrik cringed. He did not want to kill anyone. Obviously, his dragon
had no problem with it. “Grere, you
should just fly away. Can’t we outfly them?”
“No. Unless…”
“What?” Cedrik demanded impatiently.
“Unless there is an opening. They have us
surrounded.”
“Perfect.” Cedrik
mumbled.
The biggest dragon and his rider flew toward Grere
and Cedrik, a fireball plowing the way. Grere dived beneath the bigger, more
experienced dragon. Cedrik accidentally scraped his sword against the belly of
the bigger dragon, and the dragon screeched.
The dragon's
nostrils flared, smoke and sparks coming out. The dragon turned, then let loose
a torrent of fire.
Grere dived,
climbed, and swerved to avoid the fire. Cedrik held on, not used to such a
rollercoaster ride. Suddenly, but not unexpectedly, a fireball grazed Grere's
tail, and Grere yelped. Cedrik thought of something horrible.
“We can’t stand a chance, Grere! We have to
get out of here before the slower dragons catch up to the others.”
“Cedrik, there is something I haven't told
you about me yet. I am a Forest Dragon, as my mother was, but my father was one
of the few Speed Dragons.”
Cedrik stared at
his friend. A forest dragon was rare enough, but the speed dragon was the
rarest of them all, much less the possibility of a Forest/Speed dragon. He then
stared even harder. No wonder Grere was able to outrun the other dragons so
quickly.
“Okay, get us out of here now.”
Grere threw himself
into a screeching dive, faster than anything Cedrik felt before. The other
dragons followed them down, not as risk-taking as Grere. Grere folded his wings
in and traveled even faster. He arced into a loop when he neared the ground,
and Cedrik's dark brown hair blew about wildly.
“Now
what? Challenge fifteen dragons more powerful than you or me?"
“No, but I was going to try”.
Cedrik rolled his
eyes. Overconfident dragon. He thought.
"I heard that."
He mentally
kicked himself. Eavesdropper.
"I heard that too."
A fireball
rocketed past them. They swung around then flew to the tree line. Grere landed
softly in the forest, and tried to hide himself with his natural green camouflage.
Cedrik hid his sword underneath some leaves, not risky enough to have the sun
reflecting off of it.
"So this is what you had in mind."
“Yes. They will find us pretty quickly, so
stay quiet.”
“I am being quiet.” Cedrik joked.
“You know what I mean.”
Saturday, October 19, 2013
A small Lego movie I made...
This is a thirty-four second test Lego film I made a while ago in 1080p. It would be in around 3K if my computer had that resolution and Windows 7 supported it...
Unfortunately, I was unable to add music or voices to it. Music was because the original video had the LOTR soundtrack, "The Black Gate Opens" but I was concerned about copyright issues, so I just erased the music.
Voices, because I was going to do a longer film, but school came up so I ran out of time. Plus the fact that the structure in the scene was destroyed soon after the filming of this scene due to space issues. Keep in mind that this is only a test film, I will see about making longer films, possibly with voices.
Also, I did not get up at three in the morning to publish this, I am testing the scheduling as well.
Nathan
Friday, October 4, 2013
Ah. Been a while, hasn't it?
The reason being, is that I switched computers--again--because the computer I had before was an Acer D250, and it was getting slow. [I can see you scrambling across to your search website to see what that is. If you read the text, you could have known that it was a netbook. If you weren't scrambling to the search website, well, good for you!] But, it was reliable, and worked perfectly for a year and a quarter. If you're wondering if I bought this computer [A Dell Latitude E6400, 14" laptop] new, no, I did not--thankfully--or I'd probably be bankrupt. They were used when I got them, and I had to uninstall some programs and even install Windows 7 on the netbook because XP was giving it issues.
I have now finally figured out how to upload things on a schedule so they automatically upload them, so I will be doing that for my three-year-old stories.
That's all for now,
Nathan
I have now finally figured out how to upload things on a schedule so they automatically upload them, so I will be doing that for my three-year-old stories.
That's all for now,
Nathan
Monday, July 22, 2013
There! I fixed it!
Packing tape rules!
I lost the tiny pins for my watch so I just taped it. Works fine, all buttons are accessible.
Thursday, July 18, 2013
Tuesday, July 9, 2013
Star Wars 7
Here is Chapter 1 of my book, Star Wars 7!
Chapter 1
The Galactica Fleet
“Tie fighters coming in from mark 254!”
Luke gripped the controls like the defense turret on Tatooine. He swung his
X-wing toward a nearby Tie fighter, and fired his quads right at the target and
destroyed it.
“Yahoo! We did it!” Wedge Antilles’ smile
turned into confusion as he looked to the left. “Whoa! What is that??”
“Looks
like an Imperial fleet to me,” said Luke.
“No,
the left side.”
Luke paused as he saw a gray ship that was
big enough to be an empire star destroyer, from the books he read as a kid.
“It’s a battlestar!!”
“That’s
a battlestar??? That’s the Battlestar Galactica?”
“Yep.”
* * *
“Hey, Starbuck, do you think those are
Cylons in those ships?
“I
don’t know, I have to get a good look at them. Maybe I can go out in my ship
and take a look.”
“I
think I’ll go with you.”
* * *
“Luke?”
Asked Wedge.
“Yes?”
Luke responded.
“Do
you see those specs next to the Battlestar Galactica?”
“Yes.”
Luke answered.
“I
think they are coming to meet us.”
“Well
good luck in trying to make friends.” Static came as the specs grew into dots,
then into triangle ships. Finally they could here a voice on the COM.
“What are you doing in gamma quadrant
57841?” Asked a voice. Luke hesitated before he spoke.
“Blasting
tie fighters.”
“Well
who are you anyway?”
“Luke
Skywalker and Wedge Antilles. What’s yours?”
“Starbuck.”
Antilles explained that they were fighting
the mighty Empire and trying to destroy them.
“Maybe
we can work together.” Antilles said.
“I
guess we’ll have to, with that big army chasing us.” Starbuck answered.
* * *
On the rebel Solar they began to
make plans.
“I think we should lightspeed over to
Remus and set our base there,” said Leia.
“Maybe
we can, but remember there is an Imperial outpost there, we have to fight to
get there,” Luke advised.
"Or
we could send a couple of our sneakships, and blast our way through,” Starbuck
said.
“I
think we should send ourselves, and a squadron of e-wings. Is that okay?” Luke
volunteered.
"Sounds
great! Let's go!" Wedge said.
Moments later, in their e-wings and
vipers, they zoomed off to Remus. “50 fighters and tie fighters coming in,”
Leia exclaimed.
Luke gripped the controls again the same
day, and blasted several Tie fighters. Starbuck, with his experience, hit 20.
“5 star destroyers! X-wing squadron,
y-wing squadron, a-wing squadron we need help!” Luke said. Moments later, in
the cloudy sky of Romulus, 36 ships were coming-and something that had green,
blue, yellow and orange blinking lights that is as big as a star destroyer- a
Battleplanet!
Whoosh! The orange flame separated from
the Battleplanet like a cat running from a dog. Aboard the Battleplanet…
“Rocket
approaching enemy, commander.”
“Good.
W going to show those Imperials what we have in store for them.”
* * *
BAM! The rocket hit all five of the star
destroyers.
“Uh-oh.” Luke said
“What?”
Wedge replied.
“The third death star is here.” Luke
calmly explained.
“The third death-OH NO!” Wedge exclaimed.
Suddenly a green flash whooshed past them
and destroyed the fleet of 36 ships. Then, the death star light-speeded away.
“Hey I have some 23 ships coming out of lightspeed on my scanner and they seem
to be the red sector type!”
“Hey rebels! My name is Nathan Skywalker
and these are my far-off friends!”
“Wow,”
said Wedge. “Do you know what that means Luke!”
“I
never knew I had a brother,” said Luke.
“Are
you my long lost brother? The one I have been searching for years?”
Nathan asked.
“Maybe,
but I didn’t know if I had a brother.”
Nathan zoomed his Jedi starfighter over
next to Luke’s x-wing and said to his companions:
“Take
your c-fighters back at the red sector. I think I want to check this out.”
“But
sir, we don’t know if they are the SSi Ruuk we’ve been fighting for years!”
the commander exclaimed.
“Maybe
it’s time to face them if they are. I have my lightsaber right here just in
case.”
“Ok
then, you are on your own.” Then the 22 ships left the same way. 30 minutes
later, Nathan met Luke and the rest of rogue squadron on the ship Solar.
“So, when’s our next battle?” Luke asked the
general.
“About
in 5 minutes, so be ready to launch.”
“Ok.”
Starbuck and Boomer stepped in the launch
area. “We are ready to blast more of those tie fighters.” Starbuck said. Han
and Leia stepped in. “We are going to go in the falcon and try to bomb this
base." Leia said.
2 minutes later, they were all in they’re
fighters when the general began to count down.
“5,
4, 3, 2, 1 and GO!” Whoosh! All the fighters launched into the star-sprinkled
sky.
Suddenly, Nathan picked up something on is
scanner. “Hey, looks like we are not the only ones out here.”
Then there came a voice: “Fighters, I am
Captain James T. Kirk of the USS Enterprise.”
“WOW!”
Luke exclaimed.
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