Chapter one
The dragon attacked.
The knight used the best weapon he had, but was still no match for the ferocious beast. The dragon used his fire breath, the knight’s armor was left charred. He was already half as strong as he was when he started.
“Help me!” He called weakly. Immediately he was aided by his friend, an elf who was also using his best weapon.
“Take THAT, beast!”
The dragon swatted the elf away as if it were a pesky fly, leaving the knight to attack it until the elf recovered. As soon as he took one step towards the dragon, it hit him with its tail.
The elf limped back, bleeding from the leg, knowing that if the dragon attacked him with fire, he would be dead.
“For MythHaven!” The elf raised his dagger defiantly. But, unfourtunately, what he hoped would not happen did. The dragon attacked him with fire, leaving a well-cooked elf laying dead on the ground.
The knight had one last chance of winning, the health potion was given to him by a sorcerer long ago, he was told only to use it in an emergency. He quickly drained the bottle. He felt warmth, in his chest first, which then spread throughout his entire body. He was strong again.
He approached the ememy determinedly. “For the king!” He said.
He hit the dragon on the top of its head with his sword. The dragon simply shook it off and swiped at the knight with claws so sharp that they tore through his armor like a blade through paper.
He clutched his stomach. He was hurt, but still had the strength to move on. He tore at the dragon, attacking its middle. It screeched in pain and then decided to eat the knight, armor and all. Once it was sure there were no other warriors come to attack it, the dragon curled up and went back to sleep.
* * *
“AAAAAUUUGH!” Groaned Chance in frustration. “I can NEVER beat that thing!” He threw the video game controller to the floor.
“We need more people,” advised Kevin, pushing his glasses up on his nose. “That way it’ll be, y’know, easier to kill.”
“Kal could probably do it,” Chance said. “She’s good at video games.”
Kevin nodded.
There was a knock at the door. “Boys?” Mrs. Rowntree’s voice came from the other side. “Are you okay in there?”
“She must have heard you scream.” Kevin deduced.
“We’re fine, Mom!” Chance shouted back.
“Okay, just checking.” They heard her footsteps as she walked away.
“I think she’s gone.” Kevin said.
They again heard the sound of two women gabbling away downstairs.
“Yeah,” Kevin sat back down. “She’s gone.”
The sat there for a moment.
“Wanna play again?” Kevin grinned at his best friend.
Chance smiled. “Okay.”
And off they went. Hours went by. There was another knock at the door, and this time it was Mrs. Suzuki that poked her head in.
“Why don’t you two go outside?” she suggested, smiling. “It’s a beautiful day.”
“Sure, Mom.” Kevin said quite suddenly, as if keeping Chance from answering. “Be right there.”
Mrs. Suzuki smiled warmly and then closed the door.
“What was that about?” Chance asked.
“You don’t want to disagree with my mother.”
“Ah.”
Kevin got up. “Let’s go, then!”
They went in Chance’s backyard because it just so happened that it didn’t have a fence, and connected to a forest.
“Don’t go too far!” Mrs. Rowntree warned.
“Sure, Mom!” Chance called back.
They went right into the forest.
“So you really think Kal could beat it?” Kevin asked after a while of walking.
“I’ve seen her beat bosses twice as strong!”
“How do you know they were twice as stong?’
“Because she said they were twice as strong.”
“Why are you trusting Kal?’
Chance thought about this, and made a mental note to ask Kal if it was true.
“Ever notice how, when you’re really quiet, you realize stuff?” Kevin asked, changing the subject completely. “Like, I just realized that my feet hurt, or I just realized how long we’ve been walking, or I just realized that…”
He trailed off, looking around him. Somewhere, they heard an owl screech.
“We’re lost.” He squeaked.
“We’re not lost,” Chance objected.
“Then WHERE ARE WE?” demanded Kevin.
There was a pause. “I don’t know.” Chance admitted after a while.
Another owl called.
“Well, that’s just terrific!” Kevin said, angrily.
“Hey, it’s not MY fault,” Chance retorted. “YOU’RE the one who wanted to come out here!”
More owls.
“Oh-ho-ho-ho, we’re DEAD.” Kevin whined. “We’re gonna die in here, we’re dead.”
Chance rolled his eyes. Kevin was whimpering, “We’re dead, we’re dead,” over and over again.
Owls of all different kinds were calling now. You couldn’t leave it unnoticed.
Chance was starting to get suspicious. “You hear that?” he asked.
Kevin listened. An arrow whizzed by, just missing Chance’s ear.
“Wha-?” Chance started to ask, but got attacked by a human shape wearing a mask who bound his hands behind his back.
The man called into the trees, an owl call, and around thirty other figures showed themselves.
“Kevin?” Chance was obviously afraid.
“What?” Kevin said.
“We’re lost.”
