not bad and not many mistakes either i cant wait to see more of this

i know it is pretty good so you better post the next chapter soon...and put me in it lol

brother of course lol

*claps* you decribe stuff too well for me...lol of cousre i will like everything you do

Part Two

Silverlen reached the cliff, to see a horrible sight. Across the
water, there was a town. The town of Estaria. It was usually a
peaceful, fun town full of regular elves. But now, all they could see
is bloody fire coming from the town lighting the darkness and two
dragons circling above. Silverlen rushed over to the crying Selia, his
head pounding from all the mental screaming and sobbing. He placed his
paw on her back and said," Selia shh now, it's ok."
He then heard a deliberate scream in his head. "It is not ok! Liam
and Naria are there, and both have wings that can't allow them to fly
yet!" As Silverlen was trying to get his head to stop booming with her
voice, he glanced up to see her flying towards the town, her wings
reflecting the light with every thrust downward.
He screamed as best as he could, "No! I can't follow you there!" He
ran to the edge of the cliff and tried to find a way across when
something pushed him back, and he saw a blur of blue rush past him
into the air. That same something snatched Selia from the air and
dropped her on the cliff. The cause of her snatching landed while blue
and red feathers slowly fell to the ground. Her brother, Fenrik, who
had heard Silverlen scream, was the blur. He had a blue set of elven
armor on. His hair was white, like Selia's. His wings were a dark
blue. His armor had his symbol on the breastplate. A blue feather.
He put out his hand and a red shimmering feather landed on it. "You
know these are beautiful. You wouldn't want them all burned up would
you?"
Selia pointed to Estaria, then mentaly told Silverlen," Tell him!
Liam and Naria!" Silverlen then looked at Fenrik and said, "Liam and
Naria are in Estaria! Help them!" He nodded and shot a frozen arrow
into the air, that burst into flames when it got high enough. Fenrik
was the dragon alarm. The only thing hot enough to burn one of his
frozen arrows was the presence of dragon fire. The roar of battle
dragons was heard, and five heavily armored dragons flew from the
town, clad in the  silver elven armor. As they passed, there was one
huge green dragon that flew out of the town, and upon it's head armor,
there was a blue feather emblazoned on it.
Fenrik stepped to the edge of the cliff and said, "That would be my
metalwork." as he flew off and up to the dragon, landing in the saddle
as the other rider flew off and landed on the cliff. The rider,
Struth, was Fenrik's own dragon tender. His hair was short and red,
odd for an elf, whose hair is normally white or blonde. He was thin
and good with a shortsword. Not that he fought with anything more than
wild learx's. His wings were a dull black, often symbolizing an
archer. He stood beside Selia, petting Silverlen, ignoring the growls
he was making.
"Hey Selia, you know your brother is the best dragon fighter. He'll
get rid of 'em."
Selia said, by way of speaking to Silverlen, "I hope so. He may be the
best, but I still fear for my brother and sister."
Struth sighed and put his hand on her shoulder." They will be fine."
Even as he said that the dragons that were circling let out a death
roar, something that Selia would scream from if she could, and fell.
As they fell, the fire went out and she saw the dragons returning,
when the flicker flame, a little blue flame left when dragons die,
exploded. Two of our dragons fell into the water, scorched. Then,
horrified, she saw Blue Ember, Fenrik's dragon; get swallowed by the
blue flame.

Last edited by Moonfur (2009-06-15 16:31:00)

......

...sawy,i just type,and ill split it later.

naw,you cant upset me

No when moony gets upset its silent fury. Outside she is calm as can be, but on the inside shes thinking "AHH IMM GONNA EAT YOU!" ^_^ Good story so far btw. lol ill eventually get something of a story up. but im afraid it will be to descriptive and have too many metaphors. I gotta stop trying so hard

Part Three

At that moment, both Struth and Silverlen cringed. Selia's mental
scream of "No!" Was powerful enough to reach both of them. She flew
off, knowing that her magic was the strongest of all of them. Fenrik
was known for his flying speed, and fighting ability. Selia was known
for magic. She flew up to the flame that had engulfed her brother and
put out her hand. The fire quickly disappeared, and she saw Blue Ember
in a ball of ice, that melted when the fire was gone. She flew as fast
as she could, almost knocking into a spike on Blue's back. She hugged
Fenrik and the two kids in turn. She could only speak through
Silverlen, so all she could do was sit on Blue's armored tail,
something she did when there wasn't room in the saddle for her.
Silverlen sat with Struth. Struth rubbed his head and folded his wings
around him. “It’s cold out here. Why were you out here anyway?"
Silverlen still looking at the fire, started to shiver." Because she's
here, I won't leave her." Struth looked at the wolf and shook his
head. "Then you are going to have rough times in front of you."
Silverlen stopped shivering for a moment and looked at Struth." And
why would that be? She hasn't gone anywhere except off the cliff where
I can't follow."
He sighed and shook his head again. “Because, Silv, she wants to
leave. She wants to....to live on her own."
Silverlen though a bit, then said, "Fine. I don't care what she wants.
I will follow her wherever she goes."
Struth put his hand on the wolf's head, getting more growls. “That’s
not all, lost puppy." Silverlen looked up. He was only called that
when it would be trouble to follow Selia. "She wants you to have an
elf form. She wants to meet the ancient dragons. She loves you, and
she thinks you were once elven. You can speak...no other wolf can." At
this Silverlen's ears perked up and he looked at Struth. Then he let
his head drop.
A tear fell, then more. “I was an elf....I followed her. I loved her,
though I didn't exactly know why. Then a black dragon found me
sleeping in a tree, and said, “If you want to follow her, how about
you have a scent to follow!" and turned me into a wolf. She found me,
and ever since then, I care for her. I still love her, mute or not."
Struth let a tear fall too, and then pointed to the dragons coming
back. “Well, time to go searching for her love." Struth flew to the
town, but Silverlen walked slowly, thinking and searching for the
right thing to do.

Last edited by Moonfur (2009-06-15 16:32:03)

there will be.BE PATIENT..you know,like you are telling me to do?

no,dont punish yourself