dragon stories

[burnzey boi]

i want to make up a really good story about dragons and knights and so forth..
rules: the main charactor cannot die and if the villan does die, it must be towards the end. unlimited paragraphs minimum of 20 words.
i might use my story that i created on word to start it:

In an old village south of the castle Greadread, lived a young boy who was training to be a knight. As a squire he learnt to be agile and throw himself in battle to protect others as their god, Detonerie was watching him in his lifetime. Many villagers were at programme with the squire learning college but the young boy, Grundle was the best student they had. He could read and write which many of the others students had not mastered yet and he figured out puzzles and training obstacles faster than any other boy there.

The castle of Greadread was an old castle yet its beauty was still there with it. Its walls were very white and torches lit up the bright walls as you walked down the street. Unlike many other castles such as Troiks castle and Frewer castle, they had no executions held at all. Instead chess was the game to play and money was gambled shared with a few laughs of course. The king osirus was a healthy young bloke aged at 28 with thick blonde hair and the queen magret II was aged 25 with a good personality and long black hair. They had 3 children already but only 2 have stayed at the castle, the good ones. The oldest was the one who was ran away from Greadread castle because he was an unliking boy. He never wanted to play with other boys and always stayed in his room, his black hair was teased a lot because it was dreaded and his front teeth were longer than any other. His sister Karissa had long blonde hair and had many friends outside the castle, and she knew how to fight if one of the many citizens had decided to kidnap her. Dungeons were set up at the other side of the town because of the screaming of hunger due to the conviction of stealing beer and money.
The other sibling was the youngest smartest one of the family. His hair was short and blonde, eyes a bright blue and was a little champ so to say. He one all champions in chess and owned his own set of armour and swords in his bedroom. He loved getting out of the castle and playing with their young family horse, tiffany.

Grundle had sharp blue eyes witch aided him with crafting of metals and other implements which he could master, but all he needed was 2 square metres of leather and he could make up warm gloves, boots, clothing and a cape with no mistakes.
His strawberry blonde hair gleamed under the sunlight as he played with his friends on the long soft grass and with his pet dog Mitchell. Money never seemed to be a problem with him, as he could make his own things by himself. After a long period of time he had finally made his first no mistake plate armour and a short sword which his combat instructor gave him.
On a Friday evening after his intense training his instructor came towards him with a smile of politeness and said happily, “congratulations you’re the first ever boy at you’re age to pass this training and, as your reward a longer sword from me.”
Grundle examined the sword with bright eyes, he had never really wanted anything before but this was over the limit of excitement. He couldn’t say anything as he was so happy and he could read what it said on the blade: ‘this sword shall guide thou to great journey, where you fall down you get back up and make your opponent tremble..’. “wow, thanks! I couldn’t ask for much more but I am so… wow!”
Grundle was so pleased that he fainted.

The boy who ran away had gone to the distant cave over on the east side of the kingdom where the big dragon scimitar lived. He had no idea of this creature existing and continued on in the dim cave. There caves were huge and very wide, meant for a dragon of that size and he continued down the twisting and turning tunnels, it was getting very dark and he started to sway his hands in front of him until he walked straight into something solid. Metal solid. The clunk echoed down the caves continually until it was a faint knocking the background. He opened the huge metallic door slowly to find riches of gold stacked up piles by piles in hills and trenches as far as he could see until he saw a black knight staring right at him. He drew his sword and came charging at the boy, ready to thrust the steel into his body. But at that very moment, a big cloud of flames hurled along and burnt him into a crisp of only metal armour. He lay motionless, smoke still coming from the helmet as he lay on the gold. the boy stared at him sacredly. A call of help could be heard behind the mountain of gold and the boy scrambled up the hill to see a giant dragon breathing heavily with a giant wound across its stomach. Its eyes closed slowly and breathing stopped, the breathing stopped but a noise still came. He tumbled down the hill and slammed into the giant dragons soft part of his paw, and gold suddenly scattered towards the boy slowly. First an extremely white horn poked around the carcases toe, a face with blue eyes and stubby teeth came around. It quickly turned away and repeated for a second look.
“don’t eat me!” cried the boy.
“don’t eat me!” cried the baby dragon “I may look young but I am very fierce!” the dragon started to sob. The boy look behind him and realized what as happened, the dark knight had slayed the bigger dragon, his mum.

Grundle woke up from his light headed dream to be in his bed hearing the sounds of his mum’s whistling. Beside him was the sword he had been given. It was now dim outside, with the sunset only passing moments before, the rock timer which was settled in middle of the village could not telll the time any more. Bugs and birds flew about the hazy grass and a fire as lit up in their living room. His mum walked by Grundle and said, “if you go to bed I’ll read you a really scary book about a dragon for you!” instantly he jumped to bed again, eagerly waiting for the story telling.
His mm walked in carrying a small glittering book with a picture of a dragon on the front and a black knight with a long sword. On the edge of the bed she started to read, “Once upon a time there lived a great fierce dragon named Termotis. He had as much gold as she could need and also a young baby dragon. In the rocks and cliffs to the east where they lived a fierce black knight of one of the castles of frewer came to slay both dragons. There also was a boy who had run away from home in Greadread castle..”
“what was the boys name?” asked Grundle with a yawn.
“well we’ll just have to wait to see, now the boy had no idea that this big firey dragon lived there at all so he continued down the twisty turfy track until he reached a slightly opened door. Inside was the black knight who look at him and came charging when a ball of fire came bolting past him until he was just bones and armour. The boy wanted to know where this flame had come from so he decided to climb up the mountain cautiously, he didn’t want to be cooked as well, but once at the top all he could see was a giant dragon laying on gold and blood, its belly had been ripped open by the razor sharp sword. Beside the big dragon was the tiny baby dragon, the boy wanted to get a closer look but he fell down the hill and landed with a thud on the gigantic foot.
The baby dragon scattered to the safety of the other side of the dragon as the boy looked around, he quickly turned back and then the dragon turned around to look at him, the boy could see bright blue eyes and white horns and teeth he..” she stopped reading because Grundle fell asleep.

“What’s your name?” asked the boy
“hic, ummm, hic! Its deferral, hic, you?” replied the dragon.

“erm..” the boy replied. “I have no idea they never named me but the other children used to call me shrimp..”

“hic, hehe I can give you a name.” Replied deferral happily. It was the first time he had seen a smile on her face and he couldn’t help smiling as well. After all it didn’t matter if he had a dragon friend he didn’t have any friends at the castle at all. To him they were evil mindless people who only cared about themselves.

Deferral looked at him in ponder, figuring out what she could give him as a name looking closely at his face and hands.

“you kind of look like my mum.. but you’re a boy so how about swiftchet?” said with enthusiasm.

“nice! I like it its like saying I’m the best knight there is!” deferral broke into a cry again after all it was a knight who killed her mother.

It had been four years since Grundle had earned his new sword from his instructor and he was now 16 years of age. His face had grown and matured and his voice was a sweet deep vocal, his arms were very buff and was the second smartest person in the village. As dawn approached Grundle got a sudden vision of horror, horses galloping in blood many people on the ground motionless. then only he and his opponent were on thick green grass with traces of blood, his arm hurt and he could see that the man with black dreaded hair was clutching his wound on his leg.
He awoke with a start with chickens clucking in the pen and cows mooing in the paddock, it was at least to say safe. He got out of bed and put on a black shirt and pants and looked out into the gleaming sun towards the cliffs that were to the east just like the book his mother read all those years ago. She had died due to a disease and only he and his dad were living on their property.
“morning dad.” Grundle whistled

“morning” his dad replied looking at his paper.

Swiftchet grew with the dragon for four years, he was only 12 and despised all of Greadread castle citizens he wanted revenge on them all.
“I believe that knight came from Greadread castle. He is responsible for you’re loss and you should strike back for what they have done to you!” shouted Swiftchet angrily.

“yes revenge will be great but the king must be old enough not to fight.” Replied deferral.

"too true" replied swiftchet...

[Dragonshadow]

Ooh, nice story.

[shamrock_uk]

Thanks for sharing!

[burnzey boi]

wat? its not that bad is it?

[shamrock_uk]

Eh? That wasn't sarcasm! I love reading stuff like this from fellow IWers. [img]smile.gif[/img]

[ 04-19-2005, 07:16 AM: Message edited by: shamrock_uk ]

[burnzey boi]

cheers! thats only part of my story, ive taken it into a publisher and they reckon i copied it because it was good but i wanted to be sure by posting up some on here. anyway lets see how you guys continue the story [img]smile.gif[/img]

[Dragonshadow]

Originally posted by shamrock_uk: Eh? That wasn't sarcasm!

For once. [img]tongue.gif[/img]
I'm no good at writing stories.

[burnzey boi]

i will write a short one.
once upun a time lived a littlw fuzzy ball named freddie. freddie loved kabbabs and his friends were assface, the naked man and godzilla. one day he decided to go for some of those sweet lamb sandwhiches which he dearly loved, befor he was stopped by his arch rival, reflecto, up to no good.
"fancy meeting you here, fred." he said in a darstly tone.

"ill fight you!" replied freddie and pulled his sleeves back, and posed for the camera before he was going to kick some ass. he came in for a tackle and missed. reflecto slammed him on the ground and gave him a huge wet willy, held both arms behind his back and sat on him. just then, the naked man showed up, dropped his groceries on the ground and started pounding the crap out of reflecto. freddie got back up, wiped his lip and got reflecto in a headlock. reflecto got out of it and made a funny sound, then thumps could be heard, then from behind the building came king kong, who was very very angry. godzilla heard the thumps and knew there was trouble and was quickly on the scene. another of reflectos freinds came out of a strange undergrround shop, michele jackson, he quickly hid a magazine inside his jacket and got into the fight. if there ever was a bif, this was a bif allright, building were crushed by the obecity of godzilla and king kong, the little people were all over each other and michele jackson had lost his nose...

[Dragonshadow]

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Odd story that...

[Mellagar]

Well I suppose I can do my best to keep the flow of the story going. After all, its worth a shot. So here goes, and try not to get mad at me...lol.

Please excuse typos, heh.
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As the sun rose higher its warmth was a welcoming gift against the cold winds gusting from the nothern highlands. From inside his bedroom window, Grundle watched the wavering green fields of Farmer Brenth, with the Faendell Forest just beyond, beckoning Grundle's adventurous spirit to explore it's humble depths. Deciding to pass the temptuous hand picked water plums, and fresh baked bread of breakfast, Grundle gathered his sword and riding tack. Hurrying outside to the small stable, built by his father, alongside the house, Grundle saddled the family work horse, Truth, and rode at a soft trot for the forests.

As they glided effortlessly through the fields of Farmer Brenth, Grundle could smell the sweet scent of honey pies baking in the stone ovens at the bakery in town, just a path's width from the field's edge. Resisting the temptation to endulge in Misses Brathwaites homemade pastries, Grundle gave Truth a click at the sides and soon they moved at a fast gallop.

White dogwood petals fluttered, whilst bees fought against the winds of heaven to reach fields of flowers blanketing the countryside. Stone walls divided the high crops of season worn farmers, and atop distant hills, sagging straw huts overlooked the land like watchwards. As Grundle rode on his imagination freed his senses, and soon he found himself in the thick of battle. Petals stretched into the thin frames of screeching arrows, the bees his loyal horsemen at arms, and the farmer huts became the grand towers of Saen Lunath.

As they neared the forest Grundle let out a boyish holler as he drew his sword, its blade gleaming against the sun. Prenteding to lead his brave horsemen to war, he charged the trees, that, by some foul wizard's power, had become monstrous giants swinging heavy wooden clubs. Golden slivers of afternoon light cut through the forest's thick canopy, guiding Grundle way down a narrow snaking path. The high undergrowth swirled into the mists of battle, with the creaking sighs of oak trees echoing the monsters war cries.
Grundle swung his sword at invisible enemies, shouting at his men to push to assault and drive back the beasts. Deeper and deeper they rode into the lush Faendell Forest, until a sudden rumble thundered through the tree tops, bringing Truth to a halt.

[ 04-23-2005, 07:10 PM: Message edited by: Mellagar ]