Cradger and Cradgeran: The sign of the Emerald
Prologue:
The night was pressing in around him as he made his way down the snowy street alone. old and pretty cottages towered
above the cobbled street which was sheltered by many ancient and twisted trees. he turned the corner,into the village
centre, his cloak billowing out behind him and sword dangling by his side.
The trees were strewn with red, green and white fairy lights and charols echoed out of the church and he was sure that
the whole, tiny village could hear.
However, his ambition was not to celebrate christmas eve.
He stifled an evil chuckle of triumph as he swept into an ally~way.
He could not be stopped after he had stamped on this family and taken thier only child to be recruited as a soldier of his own.
She could not harm him if she was brought up to hate her parents side.
The path up ahead curved into a horseshoe and finaly his destination was in sight.
Warm light glittered in the windows of a pretty cottage with a well kept lawn and shaddows
danced in the light coming from the front room. he could hear a toddler laughing sweetly and saw her,
the one he had come for, playing with two black cats who were scrambling over her and embracing her in a cat like way.
Cradger, he thought, and saw the rooms door open and the mother walked in, arm in arm with the father and gazing down,
a beam stretching across her beautiful face and almost into her wavy, long, shiny golden hair. Her daughter looked
strikingly like her with locks of hair falling to the bottom of her tiny shoulder blades.
the father, however, was battle scarred and had untidy jet black hair- standing at the gate,
he recognised him as Fenirin Whitebolt.
Ceasing the opportunity, he lanched himself down the path to the front door where he blasted it open with a flick of his hand and laughed terribly
as the father skidded into the hall and, to his delight, unarmed.
"No! Not Cradger! Not her! Please, PLEASE!" Fenirin yelled,"Damnaigue you can't!"
"I only want the girl, Whitebolt, and i will leave you alone." Damnaigue rasped.
"What, untill you send her in to kill us? NO! I will protect her with my life!"
Fenirin was willing to put up a fight unarmed. How foolish of him, Damnague thought and with a hair raising cackle he plunged for his sword and withdrew
it from its sheath. Its powerful long blade peirced Fenirins side and he fell to the ground, not dead but fatally hurt.
A high pitched scream of sorrow and fear came from the threshold of the front room and the door slamed shut.
He strode across to it, sword still unsheathed and kicked it open.
A woman was cowering in the corner hiding Cradger from sight and murmuring a bedtime song.
The two cats hissed at the sight of him as he lowered his hood and spoke in a harsh tone,
"Give me her and you will be safe from harm"
"NO!"
"Give her over now."
"NO!"
She stood up in a flash and drew her sword aswell. Tears trickled down her cheeks and she breathed,
"You will not take my child as well as my husband!" and she raised the sword.
However, before she could make her move, the cats had latched onto Damnaigues legs and started clawing and biting.
There was only one thing he could do.
He slithered across to the toddler, his cloak transforming into scales and wrapped his anormous snake tail around her.
"Farewell." he hissed and with that changed back to himself only this time, ripped but powerful bat wings protruded from
his shoulder blades.
Fire emitted from his palms and Damnague soared out of the window, the weeping Cradger in his arms and watched, without pity, as the
house fell to rubble.
He found his black and half~dead pegasus and landed squarely on its back and made his way, whooping in terrible triumph, Back to the ship
suspended in the sky, overlooking fields of mountainous rock.
He turned over the girls left wrist and gasped as a bright beam of green light threatend to blind him and when it faded,
there, standing out against her smooth and pure skin was a gleaming and perfectly cut emerald stone, polished and embeded
as if it was part of her skin. Yet it was solid and down the middle two letters were inscribed in gold: E, H.
But it did not matter; he had captured the one and only threat which stood against his kind.
The Darknights would forever win.
Lily Warior Community Member 
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