Update 18 March 2008: Okay, I don't know how it happened, but this story and my story in my English notebook have both gone in somewhat different directions. The situations the characters are going to be put in are basically the same, but each story is going to reach that situation differently. So I'm trying to think of how they can do that. Okay, i guess that's it...Enjoy! ^_^
Update 27 May 2008 wow. i haven't worked on this in two months...not much added. darn writers block >.<
Place: The Great Plains of Färthenhiem
It was a cold, windy night and all the soldiers huddled together using their shields to block the ice cold wind.
"This is absolutely insane," Vardigan said to his best friend, Joel.
"I know," Joel replied, shuffling his shild to block the wind even more. "We don't even know if those things are even coming or not."
"Aye," Vardigan said. "The king's been paranoid ever since he acquired that 'Ei der Slaken.'"
"He should just throw that away already. Scramble it up and turn it into breakfast," Joel retorted.
"Ya' know he won't do that!" Vardigan snapped. "Why do you think we're out here freezing our arses off? He'd rather let his people die than let go of something 'priceless'!"
"Ugh, don't mention how cold it is," Joel said.
"Why?" Vardigan asked.
"'Cause it makes me want to just pack up my things and go home...and maybe beat the crap out of our king on my way back," Joel stated.
Vardigan chuckled. "I'd go with ya' but—" he looks down at his legs "—I think I'm frozen from the waist down." He started shifting his legs to get feelings back into them.
After a few minutes of silence, Joel said, "I wish we at least has some alcohol to warm ourselves up. I bet his highness is very cozy in his big castle, with warm food, maybe a beer or two to wash it down..."
"Shut up, will ya'," Vardigan moaned. "You're makin' me hungry."
"Fine," Joel said as he settled down in the dry, itchy, thick grass.
"What'cha doin'?" Varidgan asked.
"I'm going to sleep," Joel said, "it's not like anything else is going to happen tonight."
"That's true," Vardingan said. "Scoot over."
"We shall attack then when they're weary and vulnerable. Only then we will be able to catch them off guard," said Droth'gar, watching the soldiers from the shadows of craggy cliffs.
"Why should we wait, when we can easily destroy them all by merely flying over their measly little camp?" asked Karnack, Droth'gar's most loyal companion.
"Karnack, be calm, we want Corrington to taste fear before we kill him. For now we will stay hidden and slowly pick off all the humans around him until he's the only one left," said Droth'gar.
Place: Los Angeles, California
Beep, beep, beep.
"Ugh," Lyra said as she woke up to turn off her alarm clock.
"Morning, Sunshine!" her twin brother, Dylan, shouted as he bursted into her room.
"Ugh," she said again. "How can you be so...upbeat so early in the morning?"
"Early?" Dylan said. "Why sis, it's only 6:30 in the morning."
"I know, now let me sleep some more," she complained, while throwing her pillow at him and burrowing under her blankets.
Dylan signed while dodging the pillow. "Looks like I'll have to get the bucket," he said, as he calmly walked out of the room.
As expected, Lyra leapt out of bed and yelled, "I'm up! I'm up!" She ran out of her room and straight into the bathroom.
Dylan in the meantime, went downstairs to get something to eat.
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"Did you wake your sister?" his mom asked as he entered the kitchen.
"She's awake now," he said, sitting down at the kitchen table.
His mom sighed, She's sixteen years old and she still can't even wake up on her own. It still amazes me how you two can be twins yet are opposites in everything."
"Yeah, i know," Dylan agreed, laughing. "She's sooo lazy."
Suddenly a soccerball flew into the kitchen and hit the side of Dylan's head, knocking him off the chair, and onto the floor.
"Who the hell are you calling 'lazy'?" Lyra said.
"That hurt y'know!" Dylan yelled, standing up.
"Temper, Dylan, temper," Lyra teasted.
"Your the one with the temper," Dylan retorted. "That's why you can never get a boyfriend."
"Who said I ever wanted a boyfriend?" she said.
"Oh, so you're that kind of girl, huh?" Dylan snickered.
"Do you want me to pound your face in?" Lyra said, raising a clenched fist. "Besides, I don't see you with a girlfriend."
"But at least I had a girlfriend," Dylan said.
"Yeah, and Samantha says that was her biggest mistake in her entire life," Lyra said, rolling her eyes.
"I was the one who broke up with her," Dylan said.
"Yeah, yeah, whatever helps you sleep at night," Lyra said.
Dylan kicked the soccerball into Lyra's leg.
"Watch it!" Lyra exclaimed. "Dylan if you want to pick a fight, bring it on!"
"Your the one who provoked me!" Dylan said.
They were just about to fight right then and there when their mother stepped in between them.
"Okay, okay, settle down, the only reason you both are so aggitated is because you haven't had breakfast yet," their mother said, setting down two bowls of cottage cheese with a few strawberries in it.
Lyra and Dylan both looked at the white lumpy mass of chunky chese with disgust.
"Both of you, stop making such faces, this stuff is good for you," their mother said. "Now i'm going to get ready for work."
"Oh, you know what?" Lyra said, "I think I hear the bus coming—" she turns to Dylan "—don't you?"
"Oh, yeah," Dylan said. "We better get going."
They bothed grabbed their backpacks and said bye to their mother. When they were about to leave the house when their mother glanced at her watch. "Hey, wait, the bus isn't supposed to come until fifteen minutes la—"
"Phew, that was close," Lyra said, closing the door.
"Yeah, it was," Dylan said.
"Let's run for it," Lyra said. "Before mom comes out of the house and sees we're still here."
"Run where?" Dylan asked. "To school?"
"Eww, no," Lyra said. "Who would want to go to school before school even starts?"
After walking around the busy streets of L.A. for a while, hunger started to get them.
"I'm soooo huuunnnngrrry," Lyra whined. "That white globby, salty mass of unedible cheese is starting to seem more delicious."
Dylan glanced at his watch. There was still at least half an hour before they had to go to school. "We could always go to Mickey Ds," he offered.
"Well, I'm starving. Anything would be good right about now. Did you not just hear me compliment the unedible cheese?" Lyra, said.
"Uh huh," Dylan said. "By the looks of it I wouldn't really call that cheese."
"Well, it's called cottage cheese, so then it must be a type of cheese," Lyra said.
"I'm not getting into a debate with you over something as stupid as whether cottage cheese is a cheese or not. Besides, I said 'By the looks of it,' I didn't actually say it was or wasn't cheese," Dylan said.
"Would you stop talking about food already!" Lyra whined, and her stomach growled in agreement.
"Fine, whatever," Dylan said, taking a granola bar he snuck into his pocket while he was leaving the house. Lyra stared at it, with a little drool starting to come from her mouth.
"Where'd you get that," she said, eyes focused on the granola bar.
"From home, where else would I have gotten it from?" Dylan said.
"Can I have a piece, please?" Lyra asked.
"No way, you should've grabbed one when you had the chance," Dylan said.
"There was no time!" Lyra said. "Oh please? Come on, just a little? You're killing me here!"
Dylan looks her over and stares straight into her pleading eyes, and sighs. "I'm too nice to you, you know that?" he says as he breaks a piece off his granola bar and hands it to her. Lyra immediately snatches the tiny morsel and plops it into her mouth.
"Mmmm, delicious!" Lyra said. "And I appreciate you for being nice to me like a little brother should."
"You were only born five minutes earlier than I was!" Dylan stated.
"Exactly, since I was born first, that means I'm the oldest," Lyra said.
Dylan just stares at her, and then walks on. "Whatever. You may be older, but you don't act like it."
"Why thank you!" Lyra said sarcastically. "Everyone just loves my youthful charm!" Then she smacks him on the arm.
"Ouch! Why are you always violent!" Dylan said, rubbing his arm.
"I'm not violent. You're just weak." Lyra pointed out. "You need to work out a little more."
"What you need to do is shu—"
To be continued...
