A Tale Of Frost, Ch1 pt2

Frost’s eyes snapped open to a blinding sunrise.

Dawn.

He stretched, checked his amulet, packed up his journal, and began to walk. The mountains were still a long ways away. Frost tucked his amulet in his shirt, sure that he’d meet people along the way who’d try to snatch it away from him.

A twig snapped nearby, but Frost kept walking, pretending to be unaware of the presence of another person in the surrounding brush.

Suddenly, a child leaped out of the bushes, attempting to claw at Frost’s amulet. Frost thrust out his arm, catching the child just in time and flipping him on his back, using his arm to pin him to the ground.

“Let GO of me!” The kid growled, snapping his teeth.

Frost rolled his eyes. Kids. So feral.

“I’m going to let you go, and you’re not going to try and steal my necklace, ok? Ok.”

He slowly lifted his arm, letting the boy scramble to his feet.

“I’m Frost. Now scra-“

“I’m coming with you.”

Frost rubbed the bridge of his nose.

“No, no you aren’t.” Quick as lightning, Frost jabbed the kid’s vagus nerve, rendering him unconscious.

Frost frowned.

For all he knew, this child could have worried parents waiting for him to come home. He sighed impatiently before hauling the boy’s body over his shoulder, walking in the direction of the bushes the kid jumped out of in an attempt to see where he came from.

To be continued…

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I see there’s been drama, unfortunately I don’t have time and patience on my side right now. Enjoy the tale, I know the chapters are short so far, but it’s all I can give for now.

-Frost

A Tale of Frost, Ch 1 pt 2

(my writing might be a little different, I seem to be aging a bit too fast)

As Frost, now an ice wolf, raced past the camp that had held him back for so long, his yearning to stay like this increased. To hunt, to be one with the wild, to be something feared and respected. To just leave the problems of society.

Frost skidded to a stop before tumbling over a hill, shifting back from wolf to human. His heart crashed against his rib cage, his head throbbing.

He couldn’t let the amulet take control.

Steadying himself, Frost patted his pockets for his journal, pencil, and flint. He flipped through his journal, the smell of leather and dust making it all the more pleasant to view the stories he had made and recorded.

What had spiked his interest, though, were myths of other story tellers, trapped in a strange world and only able to tell their tales through fires of extraordinary color.

Frost yawned, stretched, and lay himself down on a soft patch of grass.

Tales.

Nothing more but stories of the fantastical.

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Hope you guys had a very Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year! Sorry about the short second part, and the gap in between, I’ve been busy lately. My writing has changed for better or for worse, I hope it’s not too much of a problem. Enjoy the story.

- Frost

Hi Frost! I like your story pls continue it. Nice to meet u. I wrote the paw print path here in Dododex. It starts in dire wolf. Pls write the next chapter, I can’t wait to see what happens! #FF4L. ✌️

-Ghost.

Eyes peek from under the floorboards and a hand slowly slides a sign out that reads:

"We of the olive dungeon kindly request more of your story, Frost."

~Sincerely

CL1 of the Poetry Gremlins Guild

Since we’re talking about pegos...

My first pego encounter:

Me:aaaaw cute.

Pego: *steals stuff from my inventory*

Me: GIVE THAT BACK TO ME YOU FILTHY BUGGER!!!!!!!!!!!!

Pego: *runs*

Me: *gets out bow and shoots it three times*

My next pego encounter...

Me: oh it’s one of these buggers isn’t it.

Pego: *stands in front of me*

Me: *readys bow*

Pego: *steals berries and tames himself*

Me: *names pego Feathered Thief*

First ichthyornis encounter...

Icthyornis: flies up to me.

Me: die filth

Ichthyornis: steals pick axe

Me: DAMN YOU, YOU LITTLE FILTHY BUGGER!!!!!!!!

Ichthyornis: swoops back down to steal more stuff.

Me: *readys bow and headshots the stupid bugger*

Ichthyornis: dead.

Me: lil bugger...

-Apex

A novel of Frost: Chapter the First (Part I)

Frost yawned, stretched, and opened his eyes. Another day in the miserable camp of Knorg. Frost growled, his mood instantly souring. Knorg, a dragon-human hybrid, was the leader of the very legion that had killed his mother all those years ago. The Dragon Legion had died thousands of years ago, but after a single vial of dragon’s blood was discovered years after, Knorg drank the blood and became a hybrid super human. Now he infuses his army of scum with the same blood he had ingested years ago.

And soon enough, he would see that Frost was more than a worker, and would change him into a mindless killer as well. Frost grinned. Knorg could try if he wanted to. Frost was escaping tonight.

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After a long day of slave work, it was twilight. Frost grasped his necklace, said a quick prayer to the Goddess, and crushed the ice shard. He squeezed his eyes shut…

But nothing happened. Frost groaned and cursed his folly-

Right before something did happen, in fact. He felt his body warp and shift, grow smaller, but stronger.

He was an Ice Wolf. And he was ready to be done with this Goddess forsaken camp. He howled and charged for the barbed fences that had kept him trapped for two decades. The fence shattered and turned to ice as Frost ran through, kept running, and ran towards his past home. The mountain of the Frost Howlers, as it was now known.

(I did not have enough time to write the whole chapter, I will continue this chapter as soon as I get back home. I’m going on a trip, I’ll be back in a week.)

Your excited author,

-Frost

Ah, but why have a bard when I can write my own ballads?

"How sad is the ruler, of a kingdom of one?

You claim glory, and yet you have none.

Dethroned and trampled by a big green beast,

You aimed for the best, yet fell to the least.

How much more fulfilled is the seeker of peace,

Who befriends gators, rather than being their feast?

But though I tease and taunt and pry

I am still honored you are my ally."

*theatric mandolin strum*

Need I say more?

(You're as much of a gloat as Pres.)

Yes, but I gloat with style.

~Limericist Loki

A novel of Frost: prologue

Frost breathed in the wonderful smells of Spring, his picnic, and the sweet scent of his mother. “Mum,” he started to ask, “isn’t Spring just wonderful?” He sighed happily. His mother nodded and smiled. “I think my favorite season is Winter, but spring is nice.” Frost looked up at mother in surprise.

“Winter! But that’s when everything dies and it’s so cold out!”

Mother laughed and put her arm around Frost. “But it’s the season my little frost wolf grew up in-” mother stopped, her eyes wide. She gasped and choked, looking down at the sword that had burst through her stomach.

Frost screamed and looked at the man clad in black as he ripped out the sword and sheathed it. The last he saw of the “man” was a toothy smile and wings bursting out of his back. Then, the “man” flew away, leaving Frost with his mother’s corpse.

“Mum,” he wailed, “Mum, wake up, please!” He hugged her body and sobbed, unable to do anything, think of anything, but of his dead mother.

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A rather short prologue, but one nonetheless. I hope you’ve enjoyed this, the first chapter will be coming soon. Have a good day, reader.

-Frost

Use this to make your leather pants look like jeans

Ikr? More words crazy fan fics…

-Random person