I dunno why i started writing this but i got the urge to, please read and review. It's PG-13 for death, blood and gore. But it brightens up as it goes on.
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The Undiscovered Region
Chapter 1: Bad Memories (6 pages)
The silence of the night was overwhelming, the heat was to. It was the perfect combination for depression. You could hear the minimal sound of small creatures scurrying across the soft sand of the nearby beach.
A boy was lying in his bed, wet with sweat and lonely in silence. He yawned and his eyes drooped, but he just couldn’t sleep. He stuck his leg out from the shady covers and pulled himself up.
He walked around his cramped room in the rusty caravan where he had once enjoyed life. He rested his elbow onto the windowsill and stared out into the darkness of the night. There was blurry sound of waves on the beach which made him even more tired.
The boy sighed wishing his life wasn’t such a mess; he’d lost his will to live. He often wondered why he had been punished in such a way. But this time he wasn’t going to lie in bed suffering all night.
He stretched his arm out to the door handle. The door creaked and pulled itself open revealing the darkness of the nearby mountains that shaded over the cramped caravan.
The boy slipped on a pair of rotting shoes and stepped outside, the gravel crunched beneath his feet and he walked towards the beach.
The wind swooped across it throwing sand into his eyes, but he didn’t care. He sat near the waves skimming small rocks across the dark sea.
“Why have you done this?” he cried, he swept tears from his drooping face and looked back at the rumbling sea. “You took everything. You took my family, my home, my friends and my life! Even Castform…”
He got up slowly. Then he just stared at the sea with anger bundling inside him. He blinked and then looked back at the sea, and then he charged himself in. The black shade of the sea reminded him of how his life was destroyed, and the freezing water made him shiver and think about his cold and rusty caravan.
He came to his senses and back out of the water. He sat back down on the beach, coughing and shivering. He clutched his drenched green jacket and tried to be happy.
“At least it’s not got dirt on it any more.” He smiled looking at his jacket, but noticed how tatty and ripped it was. He sighed and began to lie down on the sand; it was slightly painful, but softer than his bed.
The sand pushed its way through the holes in his jeans and swamped over his skinny legs. It stuck to him like a coat, but that was the most comfortable thing he could sleep on.
He yawned croakily and coughed a couple of times afterwards. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a drenched, mouldy tissue, it had a scruffy drawing of a teddy-bear on it, but that was only toy he had that wasn’t infected with killer-bacteria…
He yawned once more and dropped off to sleep. He had his usual dream again; re-living the day that changed his life, but this time, he was just watching it…
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The boy woke up grinning; the smile grew on his face every time he thought about what day it was. He put on his sparkling green jacket and cap, and then pulled up his favourite jeans.
He dashed downstairs and threw himself upon the chairs of the breakfast table.
“Happy birthday, Son.” A tall man with large glasses was smiling at him.
“Thanks, Dad.” He said to the man, he wrapped his arms around the man’s fluffy jumper and smiled happily.
A woman with curly, ginger hair turned round, she was smiling too. She laid down a loaf of bread in front him. Eleven rigid candles were sitting on top of it.
“Blow ‘em out little bro!” a girl was cheered happily. The boy puffed up his cheeks and blasted air onto the candles; the flames disappeared into smoke. The family raised their hands into the air and cheered.
The boy’s mum lifted a silver knife and pushed it through the loaf of bread; she did it four times before handing out the quarters to everyone.
“Our birthday boy needs a birthday battle, doesn’t he?” the mum smiled. The small boy sighed and nodded.
“Yeah, go on Chris, you’re gonna win!” Chris’s sister smiled. She wasn’t always so nice to him, but today was his day.
Chris stepped outside the small house and began to walk towards the beach. The sand was like golden dust and the sea was a rich blue.
He smiled and walked further towards the sea. He really liked living on an island, just three families, one Giant Mountain and sun, sun, sun!
Bubbles began to burst in the shallow water; a small blue jellyfish emerged from the bubbles. It lifted its two grey tentacles out of the water and then tried to smack Chris with them. Chris raised an eyebrow at the creature’s stupidity, he was a couple of meters away from the sea, and the jellyfish was a couple of meters into the sea.
“Well? Go on then.” He heard his dad call from behind him. Chris dropped his hat onto the sand and pulled a red and white ball from his pocket.
“Go, Castform!” he threw the ball and it landed right beside the waves. A red beam fired out towards the jellyfish and a small, white pokemon burst out. Castform growled at the jellyfish and waited for an order.
“Now, Castform, use you sunny day power-up!” the small pokemon rose into the air, looking down on the jellyfish. It was coated in a blinding light, which caused everybody to turn away. When the turned back Castform it didn’t look the same. He now had a large orange head with many blobs around it, making it look like The Sun.
The intimidated jellyfish grew angry and the red blobs on its body got much larger than before. It dived into the air and sprayed purple sludge at Castform.
Castform squealed and began to inhale a lot of air; he coughed as the poison began to sink in. Chris became determined and stood in the shallow area of the sea.
“Don’t give up, use your solarbeam and send that tentacool sky-high!”
Castform shared the determined look and ignored caning pain of the poison. A blinding light came down again, this time in the shape of a ball. He screeched angrily and beam of light was sent twisting towards the tentacool, the tentacool closed its eyes and split second afterwards was sent hurtling into the distance.
“Well done, Castform.” Chris smiled. The small pokemon smiled back at him.
Chris’s eyes burst open as he noticed many more tentacools swimming towards the island. In a flash, he dived into the sea and pulled Castform away, he hugged him tightly, in relief that they did it time.
The tentacools arrived at the beach but they didn’t attack, they gathered in an enormous gang and began to shake like an earthquake as they all shivered in fear.
Chris stared into the distance and saw black clouds approaching. As he concentrated, he saw a shady figure of a long, black dragon twisting through the inky clouds.
“Chris, CHRIS! Get back here now!” Chris’s mum began to feel her heart pounding horribly as her son just sat there, almost waiting for the dragon to come.
Chris turned around and ran into the house; he stepped into the living room and fell onto the sofa, shivering. He was shivering from the cold and from his fear. The entire family just sat on the fluffy cushions, trying to take their mind away from the dragon and the storm. Castform saw how the entire family were sat together on the dusty sofa, trembling.
Castform pushed himself onto the television button and it switched on; the family began to watch it with him.
A newswoman was looking worried, she held a microphone closely to her mouth, and was rushing her words.
“An entirely new type of pokemon has swept the Hoenn coast destroying everything in its path! It is believed to a legendary one, and it carries dreadful storms with it. Only 50% of people who see it will survive,” the newswoman continued to blur out the negative stuff, as Chris’s family began to panic. “Luckily it is not headed to any major areas, just a small island on the east coast of Hoenn, after that it should be captured.”
Chris’s jaw plummeted down as low as it would go, and he was too scared to notice. He dared himself for a final time to see the dragon that approached. He pushed himself up to the window and stared outside, but he was never dreaming, rain was pummelling the surface of the gritty window and lightning was flashing and blasting all over the island.
He then saw the dragon again and couldn’t take it; he turned away from the window and ran as fast as he could into the dark and gloomy cellar.
His family all lay together, in their feathery beds; they all trembled and held their eyes shut. They listened as the thunder echoed throughout the island, and how the rain splattered onto the house.
There was a loud thump at the door, and the family opened their eyes and turned to each other. The darkness made everybody look like a shadow or a shady sculpture, but they tried to remember that it was only each other.
“Honey, you have to go.” Chris’s mum stared long and hard into his dad’s eyes. His Dad sighed and one-by-one he dragged his feet up the rotting steps which lead to the house. Thunder crackled furiously throughout the dark room. Castform squealed and threw himself to the wall.
There was a second bang at the door, he began to run up, who-ever was knocking had a chance of being killed.
He opened the door cautiously and entered the main area of the house, the windows were blurred with rain, and it looked horrible. He reached out, and then the door creaked open, revealing a wet family, soaked and shivering. There was a rather fat man with holiday clothing on, two small girls, who were wearing rags, and one woman, with brown hair and a long dress.
“Please, Tom, you’ve gotta let us in, our caravan was thrown by this monster and we nearly died!” the man walked in scaredly, followed by the rest of his family. Tom returned to the cellar, and the other family began to walk in. The two girls went in first, their hair, drenched into a deeper black than it already was their face, both of them, wrapped in fear.
Chris shivered as he saw how cold they were; he looked up at his dad proudly, but then noticed that the man and the woman were still standing there. The glimmer of light pushed its way into the cellar from the house above, but the couple remained chatting.
“What are you doing up there?” Chris’s dad roared, stamped his way up to them.
“Tom, the dragon is in your house! We must get a photo.” The man smiled at Chris’s dad. But they wouldn’t listen.
A while later, wind rushed into the cellar, there two horrible screams, everybody shielded their eyes, and when the wind faded away, nobody was standing at the doorway…
The twin girls began to cry, they all knew that the dragon had disposed of their parents.
Everybody left the cellar; they couldn’t stand the tension and unsure emotions. Walls were lying on the floor, drenched in blood, cracks were growing in every wall which remained standing, and there were puddles on the floor of rain water and blood. The floors were blackened, and the kitchen was a heap of rubble. It was hell; there was no other word for it.
There was a third scream; this one came from one of the identical twins. She was covering here eyes, pointing at something. The family turned their heads, and there, splattered on the wall, were two bodies, red with blood. A massive claw-mark went through both of them.
“We have to get out of here.” Chris’s sister ran out onto the beach wondering whether she could swim to safety. But it seemed hopeless.
The family and the twins moved onto the beach, shielding themselves from the rain that blasted onto their bodies. In the distance a white boat struggled towards them. The family’s vision was blurry through the rain, but they could make out the third and final family that lived on the island were driving it.
As fast as they could, everybody got on leaving their pasts behind them. Chris felt his heart pummelling harder than ever onto his chest. He approached another boy around his age, who wore a small white cap and mostly white clothes.
“Joe, do you think we’ll live?” Chris sat on a small bench on the edge of the boat beside Joe.
“It’s likely, but our homes will be ripped apart by that dragon thing.” Joe sighed sadly, he looked back at the island, which was like a giant shower of rain and thunder, right in the middle was a giant black dragon with two towering wings.
Screams began to fill the boat as the dragon swooped down from the dark clouds and got ready to attack the boat. It stuck out its legs revealing massive silver claws. Everybody preferred not to look; because it would be the likely cause of their deaths.
There was a horrific crack as the dragon slammed onto the back of the boat, sending it into a vertical position. Joe held onto on of the metal bars as tightly as he could, and Chris was hanging on his leg hoping the dragon wouldn’t strike again. Joe’s family were safe in the driver’s area of the boat, but nobody else seemed to be.
The boat fell back into the water. Joe and Chris sighed in relief, but then they realised that everybody but them and Joe’s family had fallen off.
Chris began to cry as he heard the familiar squeal of his Castform, he began to think about all the fun he and Castform had had.
“Mum, Dad, Sis, CASTFORM!” Chris began to cry rapidly as he looked at the sea behind the boat.
One of the twins had the strength to scramble up onto the boat, but the other was too weak. Chris began to hang on the edge of the boat, trying to save everybody. He clenched the boat tighter as he heard the dreadful roar of the dragon. It was followed by a small girl’s scream, and then the sound of flesh being torn from a body.
He turned around again and saw the dragon flying up into the sky with the body of one of the twins in its mouth.
“CASTFORM! SWIM TO ME!” Chris cried his eyes out as he watched Castform squealing in confusion. He heard bones crunching under massive force, and when he turned around again, his sister sank into the sea with a broken back.
“Sis, Sis? AMY, NO!” Chris began to cry even more as his parents ran out of energy and sank into the murky depths of the water. Only Castform remained alive.
“Castform, listen to me, you can’t die!” Chris cried harder and then threw himself into the water, he blinked his eyes, but then noticed Castform was gone. He heard a quiet squeal. He dared not to look up, but he couldn’t resist. Castform was in the dragon’s claws. Dieing by the second.
Blood rained down onto the sea, and Castform’s squealing faded into a horrible silence, Chris coughed up blood in his horror.
He turned around and the boat speeding into the distance, without him. The dragon swooped over Chris’s head and closely followed the boat. Chris choked and shivered, and then he swam off to the shore.
When he was nearly there he drifted into a coma and was thrown onto the shore. He lay there on the beach, thrown out of his life’s good side.
Chris opened his eyes, he turned around and realised it was another of those dreams. Stepped up towards the old house, which was now a heap of rusty metal, and climbed down to what used be the cellar.
With fire on the end of his stick, he explored the dusty ruin of the old cellar. He looked up at where Castform slammed himself onto the wall, exactly one year ago.
“It’s been a year Castofrm. I’m twelve now, and that dragon isn’t dead yet. But I promise you Castform, I promise, that I will kill that dragon, even if I, myself end up dieing!”
With that, he went back to the beach and began to start making a boat from old logs and metal bars.
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I'd like the god points to be mentioned please, not just the bad ones....
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The Undiscovered Region
Chapter 1: Bad Memories (6 pages)
The silence of the night was overwhelming, the heat was to. It was the perfect combination for depression. You could hear the minimal sound of small creatures scurrying across the soft sand of the nearby beach.
A boy was lying in his bed, wet with sweat and lonely in silence. He yawned and his eyes drooped, but he just couldn’t sleep. He stuck his leg out from the shady covers and pulled himself up.
He walked around his cramped room in the rusty caravan where he had once enjoyed life. He rested his elbow onto the windowsill and stared out into the darkness of the night. There was blurry sound of waves on the beach which made him even more tired.
The boy sighed wishing his life wasn’t such a mess; he’d lost his will to live. He often wondered why he had been punished in such a way. But this time he wasn’t going to lie in bed suffering all night.
He stretched his arm out to the door handle. The door creaked and pulled itself open revealing the darkness of the nearby mountains that shaded over the cramped caravan.
The boy slipped on a pair of rotting shoes and stepped outside, the gravel crunched beneath his feet and he walked towards the beach.
The wind swooped across it throwing sand into his eyes, but he didn’t care. He sat near the waves skimming small rocks across the dark sea.
“Why have you done this?” he cried, he swept tears from his drooping face and looked back at the rumbling sea. “You took everything. You took my family, my home, my friends and my life! Even Castform…”
He got up slowly. Then he just stared at the sea with anger bundling inside him. He blinked and then looked back at the sea, and then he charged himself in. The black shade of the sea reminded him of how his life was destroyed, and the freezing water made him shiver and think about his cold and rusty caravan.
He came to his senses and back out of the water. He sat back down on the beach, coughing and shivering. He clutched his drenched green jacket and tried to be happy.
“At least it’s not got dirt on it any more.” He smiled looking at his jacket, but noticed how tatty and ripped it was. He sighed and began to lie down on the sand; it was slightly painful, but softer than his bed.
The sand pushed its way through the holes in his jeans and swamped over his skinny legs. It stuck to him like a coat, but that was the most comfortable thing he could sleep on.
He yawned croakily and coughed a couple of times afterwards. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a drenched, mouldy tissue, it had a scruffy drawing of a teddy-bear on it, but that was only toy he had that wasn’t infected with killer-bacteria…
He yawned once more and dropped off to sleep. He had his usual dream again; re-living the day that changed his life, but this time, he was just watching it…
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The boy woke up grinning; the smile grew on his face every time he thought about what day it was. He put on his sparkling green jacket and cap, and then pulled up his favourite jeans.
He dashed downstairs and threw himself upon the chairs of the breakfast table.
“Happy birthday, Son.” A tall man with large glasses was smiling at him.
“Thanks, Dad.” He said to the man, he wrapped his arms around the man’s fluffy jumper and smiled happily.
A woman with curly, ginger hair turned round, she was smiling too. She laid down a loaf of bread in front him. Eleven rigid candles were sitting on top of it.
“Blow ‘em out little bro!” a girl was cheered happily. The boy puffed up his cheeks and blasted air onto the candles; the flames disappeared into smoke. The family raised their hands into the air and cheered.
The boy’s mum lifted a silver knife and pushed it through the loaf of bread; she did it four times before handing out the quarters to everyone.
“Our birthday boy needs a birthday battle, doesn’t he?” the mum smiled. The small boy sighed and nodded.
“Yeah, go on Chris, you’re gonna win!” Chris’s sister smiled. She wasn’t always so nice to him, but today was his day.
Chris stepped outside the small house and began to walk towards the beach. The sand was like golden dust and the sea was a rich blue.
He smiled and walked further towards the sea. He really liked living on an island, just three families, one Giant Mountain and sun, sun, sun!
Bubbles began to burst in the shallow water; a small blue jellyfish emerged from the bubbles. It lifted its two grey tentacles out of the water and then tried to smack Chris with them. Chris raised an eyebrow at the creature’s stupidity, he was a couple of meters away from the sea, and the jellyfish was a couple of meters into the sea.
“Well? Go on then.” He heard his dad call from behind him. Chris dropped his hat onto the sand and pulled a red and white ball from his pocket.
“Go, Castform!” he threw the ball and it landed right beside the waves. A red beam fired out towards the jellyfish and a small, white pokemon burst out. Castform growled at the jellyfish and waited for an order.
“Now, Castform, use you sunny day power-up!” the small pokemon rose into the air, looking down on the jellyfish. It was coated in a blinding light, which caused everybody to turn away. When the turned back Castform it didn’t look the same. He now had a large orange head with many blobs around it, making it look like The Sun.
The intimidated jellyfish grew angry and the red blobs on its body got much larger than before. It dived into the air and sprayed purple sludge at Castform.
Castform squealed and began to inhale a lot of air; he coughed as the poison began to sink in. Chris became determined and stood in the shallow area of the sea.
“Don’t give up, use your solarbeam and send that tentacool sky-high!”
Castform shared the determined look and ignored caning pain of the poison. A blinding light came down again, this time in the shape of a ball. He screeched angrily and beam of light was sent twisting towards the tentacool, the tentacool closed its eyes and split second afterwards was sent hurtling into the distance.
“Well done, Castform.” Chris smiled. The small pokemon smiled back at him.
Chris’s eyes burst open as he noticed many more tentacools swimming towards the island. In a flash, he dived into the sea and pulled Castform away, he hugged him tightly, in relief that they did it time.
The tentacools arrived at the beach but they didn’t attack, they gathered in an enormous gang and began to shake like an earthquake as they all shivered in fear.
Chris stared into the distance and saw black clouds approaching. As he concentrated, he saw a shady figure of a long, black dragon twisting through the inky clouds.
“Chris, CHRIS! Get back here now!” Chris’s mum began to feel her heart pounding horribly as her son just sat there, almost waiting for the dragon to come.
Chris turned around and ran into the house; he stepped into the living room and fell onto the sofa, shivering. He was shivering from the cold and from his fear. The entire family just sat on the fluffy cushions, trying to take their mind away from the dragon and the storm. Castform saw how the entire family were sat together on the dusty sofa, trembling.
Castform pushed himself onto the television button and it switched on; the family began to watch it with him.
A newswoman was looking worried, she held a microphone closely to her mouth, and was rushing her words.
“An entirely new type of pokemon has swept the Hoenn coast destroying everything in its path! It is believed to a legendary one, and it carries dreadful storms with it. Only 50% of people who see it will survive,” the newswoman continued to blur out the negative stuff, as Chris’s family began to panic. “Luckily it is not headed to any major areas, just a small island on the east coast of Hoenn, after that it should be captured.”
Chris’s jaw plummeted down as low as it would go, and he was too scared to notice. He dared himself for a final time to see the dragon that approached. He pushed himself up to the window and stared outside, but he was never dreaming, rain was pummelling the surface of the gritty window and lightning was flashing and blasting all over the island.
He then saw the dragon again and couldn’t take it; he turned away from the window and ran as fast as he could into the dark and gloomy cellar.
His family all lay together, in their feathery beds; they all trembled and held their eyes shut. They listened as the thunder echoed throughout the island, and how the rain splattered onto the house.
There was a loud thump at the door, and the family opened their eyes and turned to each other. The darkness made everybody look like a shadow or a shady sculpture, but they tried to remember that it was only each other.
“Honey, you have to go.” Chris’s mum stared long and hard into his dad’s eyes. His Dad sighed and one-by-one he dragged his feet up the rotting steps which lead to the house. Thunder crackled furiously throughout the dark room. Castform squealed and threw himself to the wall.
There was a second bang at the door, he began to run up, who-ever was knocking had a chance of being killed.
He opened the door cautiously and entered the main area of the house, the windows were blurred with rain, and it looked horrible. He reached out, and then the door creaked open, revealing a wet family, soaked and shivering. There was a rather fat man with holiday clothing on, two small girls, who were wearing rags, and one woman, with brown hair and a long dress.
“Please, Tom, you’ve gotta let us in, our caravan was thrown by this monster and we nearly died!” the man walked in scaredly, followed by the rest of his family. Tom returned to the cellar, and the other family began to walk in. The two girls went in first, their hair, drenched into a deeper black than it already was their face, both of them, wrapped in fear.
Chris shivered as he saw how cold they were; he looked up at his dad proudly, but then noticed that the man and the woman were still standing there. The glimmer of light pushed its way into the cellar from the house above, but the couple remained chatting.
“What are you doing up there?” Chris’s dad roared, stamped his way up to them.
“Tom, the dragon is in your house! We must get a photo.” The man smiled at Chris’s dad. But they wouldn’t listen.
A while later, wind rushed into the cellar, there two horrible screams, everybody shielded their eyes, and when the wind faded away, nobody was standing at the doorway…
The twin girls began to cry, they all knew that the dragon had disposed of their parents.
Everybody left the cellar; they couldn’t stand the tension and unsure emotions. Walls were lying on the floor, drenched in blood, cracks were growing in every wall which remained standing, and there were puddles on the floor of rain water and blood. The floors were blackened, and the kitchen was a heap of rubble. It was hell; there was no other word for it.
There was a third scream; this one came from one of the identical twins. She was covering here eyes, pointing at something. The family turned their heads, and there, splattered on the wall, were two bodies, red with blood. A massive claw-mark went through both of them.
“We have to get out of here.” Chris’s sister ran out onto the beach wondering whether she could swim to safety. But it seemed hopeless.
The family and the twins moved onto the beach, shielding themselves from the rain that blasted onto their bodies. In the distance a white boat struggled towards them. The family’s vision was blurry through the rain, but they could make out the third and final family that lived on the island were driving it.
As fast as they could, everybody got on leaving their pasts behind them. Chris felt his heart pummelling harder than ever onto his chest. He approached another boy around his age, who wore a small white cap and mostly white clothes.
“Joe, do you think we’ll live?” Chris sat on a small bench on the edge of the boat beside Joe.
“It’s likely, but our homes will be ripped apart by that dragon thing.” Joe sighed sadly, he looked back at the island, which was like a giant shower of rain and thunder, right in the middle was a giant black dragon with two towering wings.
Screams began to fill the boat as the dragon swooped down from the dark clouds and got ready to attack the boat. It stuck out its legs revealing massive silver claws. Everybody preferred not to look; because it would be the likely cause of their deaths.
There was a horrific crack as the dragon slammed onto the back of the boat, sending it into a vertical position. Joe held onto on of the metal bars as tightly as he could, and Chris was hanging on his leg hoping the dragon wouldn’t strike again. Joe’s family were safe in the driver’s area of the boat, but nobody else seemed to be.
The boat fell back into the water. Joe and Chris sighed in relief, but then they realised that everybody but them and Joe’s family had fallen off.
Chris began to cry as he heard the familiar squeal of his Castform, he began to think about all the fun he and Castform had had.
“Mum, Dad, Sis, CASTFORM!” Chris began to cry rapidly as he looked at the sea behind the boat.
One of the twins had the strength to scramble up onto the boat, but the other was too weak. Chris began to hang on the edge of the boat, trying to save everybody. He clenched the boat tighter as he heard the dreadful roar of the dragon. It was followed by a small girl’s scream, and then the sound of flesh being torn from a body.
He turned around again and saw the dragon flying up into the sky with the body of one of the twins in its mouth.
“CASTFORM! SWIM TO ME!” Chris cried his eyes out as he watched Castform squealing in confusion. He heard bones crunching under massive force, and when he turned around again, his sister sank into the sea with a broken back.
“Sis, Sis? AMY, NO!” Chris began to cry even more as his parents ran out of energy and sank into the murky depths of the water. Only Castform remained alive.
“Castform, listen to me, you can’t die!” Chris cried harder and then threw himself into the water, he blinked his eyes, but then noticed Castform was gone. He heard a quiet squeal. He dared not to look up, but he couldn’t resist. Castform was in the dragon’s claws. Dieing by the second.
Blood rained down onto the sea, and Castform’s squealing faded into a horrible silence, Chris coughed up blood in his horror.
He turned around and the boat speeding into the distance, without him. The dragon swooped over Chris’s head and closely followed the boat. Chris choked and shivered, and then he swam off to the shore.
When he was nearly there he drifted into a coma and was thrown onto the shore. He lay there on the beach, thrown out of his life’s good side.
Chris opened his eyes, he turned around and realised it was another of those dreams. Stepped up towards the old house, which was now a heap of rusty metal, and climbed down to what used be the cellar.
With fire on the end of his stick, he explored the dusty ruin of the old cellar. He looked up at where Castform slammed himself onto the wall, exactly one year ago.
“It’s been a year Castofrm. I’m twelve now, and that dragon isn’t dead yet. But I promise you Castform, I promise, that I will kill that dragon, even if I, myself end up dieing!”
With that, he went back to the beach and began to start making a boat from old logs and metal bars.
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I'd like the god points to be mentioned please, not just the bad ones....
