Ok, this isn't a chapter. But, just gonna say, this is my new story. So far, it has nothing to do with A Story with No Name. It's about a.....
Well, I better leave that to the story.
But trust me, you are gonna like it!
Crescent: Hi. The name's Crescent Drago. You haven't heard of me. But by the end of this story, you will know everything.....
That's it from Crescent herself! She is my most recent OC. Hope ya like the story and keep an eye out for the first chapter!!!!!
Your crazy author,
"First Scarr, then Shadow, now him. If another random person pops into our clearing for a visit I will personally..."guide" him back home." Crescent grumbled, cracking her knuckles which had involuntarily began to shimmer with stardust, like they always did before she summoned any kind of sky-related element. Groaning, she helped Jade and Fuego carry the incoherent Hurricane into Sage's tent.
Jade scowled as she let the poor guy drop down mercilessly hard on the mat. He yelped in his sleep, but the Gem-shaper just furrowed her mouth into a scornful frown. She was slowly elvoving back to normal, claws white-grey, eyes a sharp, glowing green. In one palm she fiddled absently with a gold nugget that melded and bent to her will, one moment the shape of a star, the next time deformed heart that she squished into a flat coin.
Crescent and Fuego eyed the sixteen-year old oddly. "What's wrong?" Fuego asked in a protective, gentle older-brother-type tone of voice. Jade flicked the coin out the tent, and outside Claw squeaked hoarsely when it smacked against his nose.
"Can't we just leave this guy out in the woods?" she grumbled, crossing her arms. "He's better off there."
"We still need him here. We have to interrogate him on what happened. Maybe we'll get some info about GE." Crescent pointed out. Her comrade spat something unintelligent and the silver dragoness wrote a mental note to herself to keep Claw's rantings away from Jade's ears.
She caught Crescent glaring at her, and reddening visibly, she mumbled, "Sorry. It's just that...Hurricane...well, he--"
They waited as she fumbled over the right words. "We...have some bad history with each other, okay?" The young dragon-girl gritted out, then she turned heel without waiting for a response and stomped out of the tent.
"What kind of bad history?" Crescent mused aloud, rubbing her wrists. Fuego sneezed randomly, then shrugged, blinking.
"You could ask Sage," He answered mildly, but Crescent narrowed her eyes.
"You're not telling me something." she accused, coming a few steps closer. Fuego backed up nervously. "What is it?"
"I can't tell," The red dragon protested shyly. Crescent's glowering blue gaze became a white-hot, searing glare. Litterally.
"What? Is it some big secret?"
"Well, only the DragonCounsel knows...."
"Oh, so I'm not part of your little band of dragons?"
"Yes? I mean, no? I don't know!" Fuego was confusing himself now. "Maybe you should ask Jade yourself, Cress."
Clenching her teeth and willing her eyes to stop sparking blinding white, she stepped back. "Alright. Sorry for the temper burst there,"
Fuego exhaled the breath he'd trapped in his throat, waving both hands in the air. "Ah, don't stress it. Good luck getting the secret out, though."
Nodding absent-mindedly, Crescent went out of the tent and after her friend.
Thank you so much. I make quotation marks because they're straight, instead of curved (") <---Like so. It works for me, 'cause I write on a tablet instead of the computer, but if you can change the font to where the punctuation marks are straight, then you're set. Oh, and by the way...I saw your story about the Legend of Merlin...please don't take this too harshly... Please? Create your own plot, because it's always much more fun, and original. Just...don't take this story and make it yours. At least give some entitled credit. No hard feelings, though.
Aaand thanks so much to everyone else who commented...next chapter shall be up soon!
Thanks so much to Silver Ninja, Crlefan, and Syrup! I owe you a chapter...
After swiftly changing into a fresh set of clothes, I walked out of my tent and said loudly, "Alright, what's for breakfast?"
Tigress was so stunned she dropped her chopsticks mid-bite. "You-you're hungry?" she spluttered incredulously. I gave a brisk nod. The feline and Jade, who sat beside her, swapped a puzzled glance. I hadn't been eating for nearly a week, and suddenly I was asking for food? So miracles do happen...
I smiled slightly at that last thought and settled down beside my two friends, fingers tapping slightly on the dark grey dragon-shaped hilt of my sword. Jade eagerly got me a bowl of soup, which I inhaled in around ten seconds, then got around four more bowls. Starving seemed to be an understatement.
"So, history repeats itself, eh, dragon-girl?" Claw smirked rougishly at me as I downed one last bite. I blushed.
"You still remember that?"
"Gosh, yeah. Who knew six-year-olds' ate three heaping bowls of dumplin's in one sittin'?"
"Left any for me?" Silvo asked jokingly, and I nodded shyly. Soon everyone had joined us, eating, even cracking a few smiles every now and then. I myself felt more comfortable, gradually having gotten over my grief, knowing Mac was watching me and that I should play nice for him.
But suddenly in the middle of giggling about a sentence, Jade blanched short and glared at the forest, long, sideways ears pricked up like a cat's and she started growling. Her green eyes began changing to gold, pupils silver, irises flooding with metallic yellow. Claws crystallized into ten different kinds of jewels, deadly sharp and glittering. The teenage Gem-shaper was transforming into full-power mode. That was like, bad.
Diamonds and rubies started popping out of the ground in her agitation. "He's here!" She snarled.
"Whoa, Goldie! Who?" Silvo said defensively, worry lacing his voice as well. He started going into his full plant-state, the grass around his feet stretching up over his knees and the spikes along his back grew into wickedly curved thorns. Leaves tore off their branches and whirpooled around his body, enveloping him in a tornado of green. Before his scales could turn into tree bark, though (he looked so weird when that happened), I stepped up between them and the forest, drew my sword and scoured the undergrowth.
"What's wrong, Jade?" Sage asked his apprentice.
She pointed with an amethyst claw. "The Wind PureDragon..he's there."
Sage thrust out a streak of burning black shadowfire that burnt the layers of brambles in front of us and cleared out a large space, branches smoldering and melting to black darkness upon impact from the blast. With a gasp, we realized Jade was right.
Sprawled out unconscious on the floor in front of us was Hurricane, Golden Eyes's youngest warrior.
I can't wait to see this story continue, squeee! Sorry, I geeked out there for a second. It's always good to come back on and see what new chapters you have! I feel like you and a couple of other authors are what I instantly come back to. Your work is absolutely descriptive and beautiful, and the storyline still amazes me with every twist and turn! Thanks for still staying with us,
Hi rtfacts, I've been a silent reader around here for a while. I really like your stories! And I happened to notice that " It's a Twisted Kind of Destiny" is gone from the boards. I don't want to rush you on restarting it, I'm just letting you know in case you didn't. It was really good so far!