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 Posted: Wed Jan 23, 2008 6:47 pm
 A beautiful city set on the edge of the ocean to the west. A major port for sea trade, the citizen have often had to deal with pirates and attack from sea, and the kings dominances. As a result, the city was burn to the ground a few years ago and was rebuilt in stone. A wall hundred feet tall and thirty feet thick, with a gigantic citadel, out of which rises a lighthouse that can be seen for miles.
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Posted: Mon Feb 25, 2008 5:04 pm
Anthea crouched down and dipped her hand in the ocean, letting the water run through her fingers and drip back into the ocean. She pushed her hair out of her eyes and stood. The gulls swooped down, grazing the sea's smooth surface, calling and arguing with each other. Anthea smiled, thinking of the many children at the inn back at home, always crying and fighting. She really needed to get back, her parents were going to rip out their hair with worry. The girl sighed and turned on her heel, walking away from the waves crashing on the shore, away from the gulls and the boats far off from the port. Anthea ran her hand over the cracking surface of the lighthouse as she passed it, searching for the one brick.. aha! But she wasn't going to pull it out now. No, she would wait to see what had been left there. The suspense would make finding whatever it was twice as good. She smiled again and hurried away.
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Posted: Sun Mar 09, 2008 4:41 pm
(( Wow, big gap between posts (@.@) ))
"Mother..? Halloo-ooo..."
Anthea looked around the kitchen of her family's inn. Where was her mother?
"Anthea? Oh, there you are, dear. Where have you been?"
"Down by the sea."
"Alright, if you say so..." Akane waved her daughter away with a spoon, turning back to her cooking. Anthea heard her mother's voice waft down the hall as he
looked for her father.
"Down by the bay..."
"Dad? Are you there?" The girl poked her head into her father's study.
"Where the watermelons grow..."
"Annie? What do you need?" Anthea scowled at 'Annie'. She hated her pet name.
"Back to my home..."
"Um, nothing." Just checking on you.
"I dare not go..."
"If you say so." Rin went back to his papers. "Ten by three... five dollars..."
"For if I do..."
"No Dad, ten by three feet'll cost seven dollars. The carpenters are pricey people."
"My mother will say..."
Her dad stared at his equations. "Is it?" Anthea nodded, then turned and ran off. There were rooms to be cleaned, guests to tend to, broken things to fix. No time to stand around worrying about her parents. She could do that while moving.
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Posted: Wed Mar 26, 2008 7:04 pm
Anthea hurried down to the lighthouse. She'd been waiting all night to check for something, and she was dying to see if anybody had left a thing.
There was a big underground system of people who knew about the gap in the lighthouse. It was used to trade things people didn't want the king to find out about. Letters, foreign goods, things like that. Anthea ran her hand over the bumpy surface of the wall, and once she found the lose stone she pulled it out as smoothly as she could. The sides of the brick were starting to wear smooth, and it was becoming more and more noticeable the the casual passer-by. Anthea laid the brick by her feet, looked in the hole, and almost shrieked.
"What the–!?" Inside, there was a large, oval shaped thing. It was black and a bit nobbly, with a strange, swirling mark covering a third of one side. Carefully, the girl pulled the thing out, and gasped again. It was a dragon's egg.
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Posted: Thu Apr 03, 2008 6:58 pm
The egg was hard to hide.
It was too big to fit in her night stand drawer, too lumpy and odd to call a decoration. In the end, Anthea just shoved the egg in her trunk. What was she supposed to do with it? She'd never asked for anything like this. And if the king ever learned about it... Anthea shuddered. She'd be in so much trouble. Best to just keep it safe until it... hatched... Oh Goddess. A baby dragon. What would she do with that?
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Posted: Wed Apr 23, 2008 3:33 pm
Anthea sat heavily on her trunk. Why had she brought the stupid egg home? Why hadn't she left it in the lighthouse? Or, even better, why hadn't she given it to the king? Such a find would surely earn a big reward. Heaven knew her family could use money...
There was a strange noise. Anthea looked around.
What was that? she thought. Did someone drop something..?
There was another sound, like a rock falling on the ground. Where was it coming from?
"Oh Goddess, please no..."
Anthea fell to her knees in front of the trunk, flinging it open and staring inside.
"No, no, no! Oh crap..."
Of course the egg was hatching so soon. Of course. Wasn't that the law of nature? Ruin peoples lives as fast as possible. Don't give them time to adjust, just zoom on ahead. Carefully, the girl scooped out the fracturing egg.
"Okay, it's still pretty whole," Anthea said to herself. She peered into one of the cracks. All she could see was black. "Why do you have to come out so soon, little one? Can't you wait?" From the way the egg shuddered from the dragon's effort, she guessed no.
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Posted: Sat Apr 26, 2008 7:17 pm
"Be quiet, you crazy thing!"
The little dragon ignored Anthea's pleas. It snorted and squeaked and hummed constantly, except when it was smelling something, because then it whistled and clicked and made all kinds of suspicious sounds. Five minutes after hatching and it had already gotten into everything. The dragon was coal black and shone like the moon. Along its back were gold spines, which gave way to black wings just after its neck. The way the little dragon was exploring everything (paying close attention to things that sparkled or were shiny) reminded Anthea of a crow. A foot-long, scaly crow, but a crow none the less.
"If I keep you, little one," she said, "I'm going to name you Corneille. How does that sound?"
The dragon looked up at her, its chocolate colored eyes bright. It seemed to approve.
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Posted: Sun May 04, 2008 9:42 am
Corneille was curled up on Anthea's bed, snoring quietly. Occasionally, it twitched or squealed, but for the most part it was still.
And a few minutes ago it was a tiny tornado, Anthea thought, Now look at it.
The dragon's black scales rippled and shone with every breath like feathers. Would it feel like feathers, too..? Anthea reached for Corneille with a tentative hand. It could wake up suddenly and bite her, so she was very careful, but the second her fingers brushed the dragon's back she let out a cry of alarm and fell backwards. Her hand felt like it was on fire or trapped in a rubber glove, squeezing the life out of it. Anthea hurriedly looked for something to ease the pain. She spotted the glass of water she kept next to her bed and poured it over her hand. The hurting subsided, and Anthea sighed with relief.
"What do you do?" The girl hissed angrily at Corneille. "Stupid lizard... thing..." she stared at her hand. A mark she'd never seen before shone on her palm. It swirled much like the symbol on the dragon's egg (which was also on Corneille's shoulders. Why had she never noticed them before?), but this mark was rounder and... just, different. Anthea cast a worried look in the dragon's direction. It sighed peacefully and turned over, squeaking gently. She wrapped the creature in a blanket and put it in her trunk. No need for anyone to find this thing in her room any time soon.
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Relena Malin Qwon Captain
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Posted: Wed May 07, 2008 5:00 pm
((That is mean! Anyway you can have a jump)(time if you like. Are you ready for some action yet or wish to rpg some more on your own?))
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