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Compys mysteries by chicken nugget council
Ps 3 s1
BlueTalon shielded her eyes as silverscar shrieked in agony. She saw a flash of pink and blue in the corner of her eye, but when she turned it was gone.
☆go into silverscars hut☆ hummed the voice in her mind.
"NightTalon, we must go into the hut the element was stolen from." Said BlueTalon. NightTalon gave her a confused look but decided to follow her.
When they were inside, there was a pile of many wepons, a microraptor nest and a pedistal with a light blue dust on it. BlueTalon collected the dust while NightTalon sorted through the wepons, he picked out a wicked-looking metal hatchet.
"So, you are the first talons? You're both scrawny. That compy is weak and that microraptor is plain dumb. Said a said a smooth, feline voice.
A shadowmane appeared near the nest. "Grrrr stupid steriotypes" they cried. "Uh-oh gotta be quick, my name is StarEyes I am one of eight guardians for the seven talons. There was an ancient insription of you defeating a great force with a terrible price to pay. I know I am a guardian of you two because I have a marking on the bottom of my paw, it looks like a claw. You should each have seven of my markings in the same spot." She purred.
StarEyes held out her palm, she had the same marking as on MoonTail and SilverScar. Everything she said was true.
☆dont trust her, go south to the ocean☆ said her mind. StarEyes ran out of the hut, as a spiky tail wrapped around them.
The amargasaurus took them through thick forest. "NightTalon, it might be unusual timing but I.... I've been hearing a voice in my mind, and it isnt mine.". Before he could respond, a vibrant shadowmane jumped on the amargasaurus's back.
"RUN YOU IDIOTS"yelled stareyes
☆hurry go south, the clock is ticking☆
They ran south, and that night, in their camp on the beach, BlueTalon dropped into a dream.
The Island- chapter III
Marcel sat up fast, panicked and hyperventilating. He swore he could still feel the dinosaurs jaws around his throat. He reached his hand up to his neck and felt…nothing. He was alive. He looked down at his wrist and saw he still had that strange diamond shaped crystal embedded in his left wrist. It seemed to be glowing strongly. He looked back up and saw about 200 feet away was the dinosaur that had attacked him. Eating his corpse. Marcel’s corpse. He gagged, But then it dawned on him. He didn’t survive the attack. He died. But somehow, some way, he was alive again. He couldn’t even comprehend what this meant. Marcel…couldn’t die.
Just then he noticed his stone pick, lying in the sand some distance away. He must have thrown it in the struggle with the the dinosaur, a dilophosaur he assumed. He wondered if he could somehow retrieve it without the beast noticing. The dinosaur had a nasty gash in its side, and appeared to be badly injured. Slowly, he began army crawling over to his weapon, trying desperately not to make any noise. It took him a few minutes, but somehow the creature didn’t notice him. It was too busy tugging on his insides. Disgusting, thought Marcel. He reached his pick, braced himself for what he was about to do. Here goes nothing, he thought. He picked up his tool, stood up and charged the dilo, screaming like a madman. By the time the dilo looked up and realized what was happening, Marcel was already on top of it. Screaming and swinging his pickaxe. The dinosaur rolled over and started kicking furiously, and it managed to scratch Marcel in the chest with its claws, but it was too late. Marcel swing at the beasts head, and pushed the pick deeper into its skull. The creature twitched, and went limp. Marcel had won.
Marcel, bruised, battered, and covered in blood, dragged the body over to his shelter of sorts. He dropped it by the teepee, and began making a fire, with wood, stones, and a few snall pieces of flint he had chipped off a large boulder near his tent. As the fire began to burn, he sat down and cleaned his kill with his pick and a hatchet he had made earlier, from a piece of flint and wood. He used the hatchet blade to skin the animal, and the to cut it open and remove the innards. Once that was done, Marcel cut up the meat that was left and stuck it over the fire with sticks. As the meat was cooking, Marcel thought, he would make some clothes with the hide from the dinosaur. Marcel spent the meat few hours by the light and warmth of the fire making himself a pair of pants and shoes with the hide from the animal, weaving them together with the fiber from the nearly bushes. As he worked, he ate some of the meat he cooked. It tasted delicious, almost like duck. It was the dead of night by the time Marcel finished his pants and shoes. He put them on and was pleased, tomorrow he would make a shirt to match them. And so, Marcel’s first day in this place came to a close…
Check Allosaurus for chapter II and chapter IV will be released in ammonite, and I will take any feedback if you have any. Thanks for reading!
Hi it's Anonymous! This is chapter 3 of Today We Rise. Hope you like it!
-Anonymos-
Chapter 3
When the sun rose the next morning I was surprised to see Chicken staring at me. We made DIRECT eye contact, I was scared. Was she gonna kill me? Was she planning on killing me? I sat up, “Hi Chicken?” I patted her head and picked her up. After carefully climbing down the tree I had noticed my fire still glowing brightly still. It should have gone out a while ago…
“Freeze! Who are you?” Someone shouted from behind me. I jumped and almost threw Chicken who was squawking loudly.
“Shut that bird up now!” They snapped.
“Shh, quiet Chicken!” I whispered. She fell silent, eyes darting around.
“Who are you?” They asked again
“L-lexi,” I answered
“Lexi?” I heard footsteps approaching and soon after a tall man appeared in front of me.
“Y-yes,” I said, eyeing the bow in his hands.
“I'm Pathro,” He said, lowering the bow.
“Who's the bird?” Pathro asked
“Her name is Chicken, makes me think of home,” I blushed, now realizing how foolish her name is.
“Do you know what she is?” Pathro stepped closer, watching me closely.
“I call them dodos…”
“Dodos?” He reached out to pet Chicken who tensed and then leaned forward.
“Not very bright,” Pathro chuckled
“I figured it would be nice to have company… I didn’t think anyone else had lived on this Island,” I set Chicken on the ground.
“Isla Periculum,” Pathro said
“What?”
“Isla Periculum. I named this island Isla Periculum because of all the dangerous creatures here. Periculum is the Latin word for dangerous,” He explained
“Oh…”
We talked for a while. He told me about the other creatures here and what he had named them. The duck-billed dinosaurs were called Parasuars and the large four legged creatures were called Triceratops. There were many others he had named as well.
“Very interesting,” I mused
“Yes very,” Pathro smiled
“So… Do you have any of these creatures as pets yet?” I held Chicken in my arms.
“Yes I do, they are the only reason I have made it this far,” He put his fingers to his lips and whistled. We sat in silence, waiting for whatever he had tamed to come. Soon a tall Parasaur peeked out from behind the rocks.
“Come here Duck,” Pathro held out his hand. The Parasaur known as Duck stepped forward and lowered it's head against Pathro’s palm.
“Wow, it's so pretty,” I smiled, amazed. Duck looks like a male mallard duck, perfectly named.
“He is my travel mount,” Pathro pulled himself onto the leather saddle that sat on Duck’s back. He held his hand out to help me up. I took it, and pulled myself onto the saddle, Chicken still in hand.
“Here, Chicken can sit here,” Pathro opened a large leather sack that hung from the side of the saddle where I gladly, and gently, slid the Dodo in.
“Hold on tight!” Pathro exclaimed as Duck launched into a dead sprint.
“Woah!” I laughed, practically squeezing the life out of Pathro. As we tore across the beach sand I took in my surroundings, amazed both by the beauty of it all and how lonely this place really was. I hadn’t expected to come across Pathro, and I doubt he had expected me. Still being lonely had actually begun to feel… Lonely. I'm glad to now have a companion, who, hopefully, will allow me to stay with him. I smiled at the thought of having a friend around, I was finally gonna make it, at least I hope I'll make it…
The Obelisk
-Chapter three-
“What?” Forest backed away, nearly tripping over his tail.
“Leave!” The other creature yelled again.
Forest focused his eyes on where the creature was laying. He was actually trapped under two large species of rock, which looked like they had been hunked out of the cave walls. “It’s alright,” Forest said to him. “I’ll help you. You’ve been in some sort of cave-in. Are you hurt?”
“This was no CAVE IN!” He roared.
Well he’s crazy, Forest thought. Of course it was a cave in. He must have been hit on the head. Forest reached out to him, but the dinosaur snapped at his talons before he could get close.
Forest lashed his tail. “I can help you.” He said firmly. “Then we’ll find a way to get you out of the Drake caves.”
“No,” the other said, his voice trembling. “You cannot help me.”
“Why?”
“Because you’ll get stuck too,” this creature was making no since. Forest leaped over him, pulled a chunk of rock off his tail, and tried to lift the boulder.
The other creature was shouting now, slamming his tail into the ground and scrabbling his back claws along the rocks floor. He whipped his around as much as he could to see Forest. “NO! Don’t DO THIS!”
“I’m not going to leave you here,” Forest said bravely. He slid the boulder off the dinosaurs leg, then pushed the next, freeing him. “There!” He cried with delight. “Your free!”
Seeing the dinosaurs whole body, he appeared to be a baryonyx, growling deep in his throat and glowering so hard at Forest it looked like he might explode.
“It’s coming. It coming! It’ll get you next!”
With a few chunks of rock?” Forest asked. “I can handle myself. Now let’s find you a way out of here.”
“Already know the way, know the way,” the baryonyx mumbled. “I’ll go the way. You. Leave before it comes back!”
“Alright I’ll go,” Forest said, climbing around him. “Jeeze, you sure you weren’t hit on the head?”
Then the baryonyx shrieked, loud with fear, and stumbled back with one arm stretched to point behind him.
Forest turned around.
The wilderness
Ep 4 - the other side
After the incident with the amarga garess walks up on the village..
"So uhhh.."
"What's your name.."
"Oh.. I'm garess."
(Gare-ess)
Garess looks around at all the buildings when one of the people welcome him
"Hey!.. welcome to akci village.. you new?"
"Yeah.. I kinda washes up here and.. I don't know where I am!.."
The man looks at him with exitment
"You'll have a great time here.."
Garess sees trikes and raptors and other dinos cross..
"Are those.."
"Dinosaurs?.. yes they are.. don't be worried, that's normal here!.."
"Makes sense.."
"Anyways!.. I won't waste your time anymore."
Sahara and garess walk over to the food merchant
"Hey.. can I get a.. rock carrot and some trike meat?.."
"Alright got you!.."
"Ordering some food.. it's on me!"
"Oh yeah!
Garess looks over at the menu..
"I'll get the.. raptor meat.."
"Alright.."
They eat their meal
To be continued.. ye
Next in ammonite! <3
-HJK
Cool fan idea!
Psittacosaurus
Wild
The Psittacosaurus spends its time on beaches, eating stones and berries with their parrot-like beak. They also collect Wood, thatch, and fiber to build their nests, when survivors help them do this, they seem to become friendlier towards them.
Domesticated
The Psittacosaurus is quick on land and in water, it can scoop up fish with its beak and place it in baskets. On land it can pick up stones and gets lots of berries and fiber from bushes. It can also camouflage in the brush, so larger Dino’s won’t find it. They can also detect enemy players and high level Dino’s (Near max level with your server’s stats) It is a great tame to have to collect fish, get fiber, camouflage, and detect enemies. -RedPanda
Pandora
• Prologue •
The Raptor held his breath. Not only was the forest around him wet and cold, but it was also midnight. With the trees and cliffs above he could barely see a thing.
Dark, but the best time to hunt, nevertheless.
The prey was a hatchling, just a little smaller than himself. A Wyvern, or at least it looked to be. Something about its shape was a little off, but he didn’t let that distract him. Wyvern or not, it would make a good meal, even if he’d regret it later. If only there were real prey to kill in this blasted kingdom.
He hesitated before taking another step, wondering if going here was really the best choice. Was a land like this really what I wanted in place of a pack?
Hissing quietly, the Raptor took another step. He continued, getting as close as he could to the hatchling, not stopping until he was only a few tail-lengths away. He crouched low behind the two rocks, his eyes fixed on the tiny Wyvern.
‘Remember what she said about you.’ He narrowed his eyes. ‘Prove her wrong.’
Then, with one strong jump, he pounced onto the rocks, snarling loudly. Not wasting another second, he launched himself into the air, falling right down onto the hatchling.
The young Wyvern screamed and fell backwards at the last second, holding her arms out to stop him.
It was at that moment that a bright purple light pierced the Raptors eyes, and before he knew it he was on the ground, the hatchling watching in horror as he was burned alive.
(Will continue through all Breedables alphabetically!)
—Moon
King of the Wyverns
Prologue
Ares has been royalty all his life. He was the First Prince of the Lightning Wyvern kingdom. Getting top notch food, the best education, and training from the top-tier hunters was nothing unusual for him. Because of him being spoiled and coddled all his life, though, he became very dependent on others.
Way too dependent.
“Cleo…,” Ares groaned. “Can you get me some food?”
Ares looked to his right where he saw Cleo in the midst of quite a few trees. “I don’t have any,” Cleo said. “Why didn’t you bring any?”
Ares groaned again. “I didn’t think we would get lost out here.” He starts to sniff around for possible prey. “I knew I shouldn’t have followed you out here,” he mumbled.
Cleo sighed. “You know, we could just fly up and look for our way back.”
Ares looked at Cleo. “Why didn’t you say that in the first place?!” He flew up into the sky, Cleo closely following.
“Because,” Cleo said, “You’re too dependent on other people and you know it.”
Ares rolled his eyes.
“I was trying to get you to be independent for once,” Cleo went on. “I thought that you wouldn’t count on me to find our way out.”
“Well,” Ares said, “I’m not dumb or anything. I could find my way out of here alone.” He sticks his chin out defiantly.
Cleo smirked. “Cya, then.” She started to fly off, quickly flapping towards their home.
Ares looked at the retreating Cleo and then started to fly after her. He pulled up beside her and said, “I’ll go with you to make sure you don’t get lost.” He doesn’t meet her eye.
Cleo laughed and playfully rammed into Ares’ side. Ares feigned annoyance. “You cannot push me! I’m the First Prince! Just because we’ve been friends since birth doesn’t mean you are exempt from the rules!”
She laughed, which caused Ares to laugh and start shoving her. They go back and forth like that for a while until they reach The Royal Trench: the home where only Royal Wyverns may live.
Cleo and Ares walked into the room that served as his father’s room. Ares had only had his father as his parent ever since birth; his mother supposedly ran off one day.
“Dad?” Ares called. Empty.
Cleo said, “Let’s check the hatchery. You know he’s been in there a lot lately.”
Ares knew alright. His father had spent a lot of time with Ares’ new little step brother lately. Ares understood that babies need more attention than a 2 year old wyvern like him, but he still wished that he at least listened to Ares’ and Cleo’s daily excursions they went on.
Cleo and Ares started to walk out of his father’s room when they were met by Hiro: Ares’ father’s most trusted servant. Hiro was also the only Fjordhawk serving The King Lightning Wyvern. “Oh, hey Hiro!” Ares says. “Have you seen my dad?”
Hiro nods. Instead of his usual bright smile, though, Ares and Cleo are met by a heavy frown. “Right this way, Ares and Cleo.”
Ares hesitates; Hiro always addresses Ares by Prince. And most of the time he calls Cleo ‘Lady Cleo’, since Cleo was engaged to Ares. Cleo follows Hiro and Ares swiftly trails after them.
Instead of the hatchery like Cleo guessed, they end up in the executioner room. Ares started to freak out. He looks to Cleo and sees that she isn't going crazy, so he tries to calm down. It works until he sees his father- the King of the Lightning Wyverns- chained up.
“Dad!” He cried, trying to rush forward. Two guards held him back. “What’s going on?”
Hiro cleared his throat. “We have recently discovered that your father has secretly married another race of wyvern, which is how you were born. According to our law, this is not legal and must be punished.”
Ares stopped thrashing around. “W-what does that mean?”
Hiro grinned. “Your father and you must die. After all, you are the offspring of a forbidden marriage.” Hiro nodded at a guard, who promptly slashed a talon across Ares’ dad’s neck.
Ares looked on in horror. His father looked at him and whispered, “Run, Ares,” before he died.
Fires and the Flood, Chapter One...
Arion ran atop the roof of a metal building, in... one of many Wyvern civilizations. He ran along the buildings, his feathers blowing in the wind. He suddenly slid to a stop, nearly skidding off the edge. He looked down, seeing a bunch of Wyverns and a few raptors walking through the streets. He flattened himself to the roof, waiting for the wyverns to stop coming. Suddenly, however, something surprising happened. An explosion caused part of a building to collapse, causing the wyvern and raptor citizens to flee in fear. He watched as a Raptor, who was wearing some kind of mask and what looked sort of like the Raptor equivalent of a Wyvern spy suit, a Fire Wyvern, and a Managarmr jumped into the smoke, coming out with a bunch of crates. He jumped down from the roof, grabbing a crate before the Managarmr could grab it. "Ay, thanks for doing all the dirty work!" He said, smirking and running away. "Hey!!" The Managarmr yelled. "Get that kid!!" His head flicked back again, and he saw the masked raptor chasing him. He pushed himself to run faster, his feet hitting the ground hard. He gritted his teeth, watching as the raptor began to gain on him. He quickly ducked into an alleyway, the crate still in his mouth. He needed to hide. The raptor would catch him with the crate slowing him down. As he ran, suddenly something hit his side. He was slammed into a wall, and he put a claw to his head. "Ugh..." He said, rubbing his head. He looked up, seeing the raptor above him. The raptor was a her. Her foot was firmly on his side, pinning him to the ground. Her mask slid down, and he got a good look at her face. She had electric blue eyes, with smoky topaz feathers that faded to a darker topaz, with pretty light blue markings. His eyes sparkled. She was quite a pretty she-raptor. She rolled her eyes, as if she could tell what he was thinking. She pushed her foot down harder on him. He huffed. "You're coming with us." She hissed. He smirked. He tried to slip out from under her foot, clawing towards the crate, but failed as the she-raptor dug her claws into his side. He winced, feeling the sharpness of her claws. "Hey, look." He said. "I'm just like you, y'know! Stealing to survive. That's it." "You don't know anything about us!" Growled the Fire Wyvern. "Well- I-" He said. "Why else would you be stealing?" The Wyvern growled. "Maybe we're trying to help people." She hissed. He scoffed. "As if." He said. "Nobody helps people anymore." The Managarmr looked at him. "We do." He said. "We're a team." He huffed. "Can't you just let me go if you're so goody-goody?" He hissed, his confidence and patience fading. "No." The she-raptor said. And with that, the Managarmr picked him up by his neck scruff. He thrashed angrily, his feathers fluffing out. "You can't just grab me!" He spat. "Thats kidnapping!!" "Well you were stealing." The fire wyvern said. "Pretty fair sounding to me." He huffed. "Just let me go!!" He snarled, scratching at the empty air. He looked to the she-raptor, watching as she walked along, her feathers sleek and her head held high. "Look." He said, looking forward again. "What exactly did I do? I'm just trying to survive." Soon they came to a cave, and the group of creatures walked into it. "Hey, hey, hey!" He said. "You can't just take me into a cave!! That's a deathtrap!! That's murder!" The fire wyvern growled, smoke coming out of her nostrils. "You're starting to annoy me..." She snarled. She looked to the Managarmr. "Why can't we just kill him again?" She said. The she-raptor turned to the fire wyvern. "Because we don't kill people unnecessarily." She hissed. "And he was basically doing the same thing we were." The fire wyvern huffed. "We were doing it for good..." She growled. He sighed. They weren't letting him go any time soon. They soon came to a stone gate in the cave, and the fire wyvern knocked on it with her wing. Two raptors opened the gate, one of them looking towards the she-raptor and smiling, fluffing out his feathers. The she-raptor rolled her eyes, her tail twitching. Arion snarled and snapped at the raptors as the Managarmr passed them, causing them to jump back, hissing. He growled, annoyed. The group continued on, the fire wyvern and she-raptor setting down the crates they had in a pile of other crates. They then rejoined the Managarmr, as he walked up to another Managarmr. She sat in front of a table, one of her wings on a map. Her gaze flicked up, looking to the Managarmr that was carrying him. "Oh good, you're back." She said. "Did you get the crates?" The Managarmr sighed, setting him down. "Some of them..." He growled, looking to Arion. "This kid was trying to steal the crates after we did all the dirty work." He looked to the side, ignoring the Managarmr's comments about him. His eyes flicked to the she-raptor, and he saw her stacking the crates evenly. He slipped under the Managarmr, making sure he didn't notice as he slipped away. He walked over to the she-raptor, seeing as her feathers pricked up. He stopped next to her. "So..." He crowed. "My names Arion, what's yours?" She growled. "Halt die Klappe und lass mich in Ruhe!" She barked. He raised an eyebrow, before continued. "I have no idea what you just said," He started, "But are you going to tell me your name?" She growled, continuing to work. "Guess not..." He said. "Well, I'll just have to make you tell me then." He said. The she-raptor's feathers fluffed out. "Warum hältst du nicht die Klappe?!" She hissed, turning to him. He backed up. "Um..." He said nervously. "You do not sound happy." She rolled her eyes. "Ja, kein Scherz." She said. "Alrighty then." He said. "I'll just... not understand what you're saying." She sighed. He sat down, thinking. Maybe he really had messed up something important. "I'm sorry for ruining your mission or whatever..." He sighed. The she-raptor sighed. "I don't want to forgive you..." She said. "But that's the right thing to do... it's fine I guess. We still got some of the crates." He sighed. "You guys seem like real hard workers." He said. "Don't you get tired?" The she-raptor's tail twitched. "We get used to it." She said. "If you did it, you'd get used to it too." He nodded. "I see." He said, getting up. "I should probably go before that Managarmr thinks I escaped..." The she-raptor turned to him. "Natrix." She said. "My name is Natrix." He nodded. "Nice to meet you, Natrix." He said.
-SangToareGirl (Prologue is in Allo)
Clans
Chapter 1
Have you ever had that thought, that maybe nothing in your life was real?
That you’re just some made up character in some crazy storyteller's mind? That your whole world was just some mixed-up fantasy written on paper for a bunch of random someone’s to love and admire and talk about all day?
I never had those thoughts. Click did. All the time. His crazy brain thought of things and ideas I’d never imagined before. And most of it was a bit insane.
To be honest, I could definitely see my life as a story.
Never thought I’d actually do this.
But I made a promise. So here I am, I guess. Telling you my story.
***
A Raptor stalked slowly through the bushes. She fixed her yellow eyes on the Dodo ahead of her, several feet away with its back turned.
The Raptor could feel the eyes of her father somewhere in the forest behind her, watching her every move. Not gonna fail this time, she thought, setting her focus back on her prey as she slipped another step forward.
She was hidden well in the shadows of the trees, separate from the sunny patch of forest onward, reflecting light off the prey’s feathers as it moved around. Orange and red leaves dropped from high branches of trees, hinting at the soon coming of cold season. A few leaves fell onto her neck and spine, but she didn’t let them distract her. She paused mid-step as the Dodo lifted its head to watch a nearby insect flutter down to the ground.
This was her chance. Lowering her body, she got ready to spring, but hesitated a moment too late as the Dodo swung its head her way.
Finch cursed under her breath as it ran and pulled herself out of the bushes and into the sun, attempting to chase after it, but it had already disappeared into the shadows of the trees. Her father, Dusk, emerged from the bushes behind her.
“I know, I know, I shouldn’t have hesitated,” she said, shaking her head with a sigh. She rubbed her neck and met his auburn eyes.
“You’ll catch it eventually,” Dusk encouraged her. He stepped into the daylight and went to stand at her side. “I remember when I was your age, and I didn’t get even nearly as close as you have.”
“I feel like that’s a lie,” she said.
“It’s not,” he said with a smile. “And I meant what I said. You’ll catch it, I know so.”
“I hope you're right,” Finch reflected. She looked up to the blue sky, half covered by fluffy white clouds and high up trees. “We should be getting back.”
“I agree.” Dusk said. He sighed. “Let's go see what chaos erupted this time.”
(Prologue is in Allo, will continue through all Rideables alphabetically!)
—Moon
Stars Of Hope: Spirits Of The Stars
Book 1
Chapter 1: Evil Is seen
A feline walked through the forest and smelled the air ‘here is where that happened when i was younger… hm… is she still here?’ The feline thinks looking at a hole a snake like creature slithered out and hissed at the feline. They stopped realizing something, “oh sorry… I thought you were one of the other felines…” they said slithering over to the feline the snake like creature was a bit bigger than the feline, “So…. What do you want to do friend?” They ask curiously there scales a dark green, with dark red diamond patterns, their eyes a ocean blue, and underbelly green shades that changed depending on sunlight. They stared at the feline with their ocean blue eyes, “well….. I have no idea jungle…” the feline said looking at where the large feline when they were younger was taken down. They sigh, “hmm…. Maybe a game of chase? We used to love to play that cloud” jungle says her voice filled with curiosity. Cloud nodded, “hmm…. Sure… who will be the chas-“ cloud was cutoff, “NOT CHASER!” Jungle says, “OH COME ON-“ cloud says as jungle slithered away fast. Cloud chased jungle paws making prints in the ground she ran as fast as the could. Eventually cloud pounced onto jungle or so she thought, the other snake like creature hissed and used its head to turn its body and used it to push cloud off of them, “WATCH WHERE YOUR GOING CRAZY FELINE!” The snake like creature hissed. Cloud took a step back, “sorry!” She said and continued to search for jungle she found her eventually and pounced onto jungle they both laughed as cloud got off she saw something watching them. Cloud stared past jungle, “what are you looking at cloud” jungle says looking behind her she froze in horror, “t-t-thats a-a-a spirit” jungle says fear in her voice. The spirit ran towards to them it wasn’t a white spirit it was a red and black spirit. Cloud took steps before yelling, “RUN!!!” She says running, jungle slithered beside cloud they ran into a bunch of black and red spirits surrounding them….
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The Terrible Demise Of Tortuga
Chapter two: Welcome to Tortuga
-By SunnyFox57
(Originally released January 16th, 2024. Now rewritten and reposted December 15th, 2025)
The city was extraordinarily beautiful. Probably the most beautiful sight of land that Emma had ever seen. Although that could just be her brain tricking her, simply relieved that they’d finally hit land at all. Their new home. And such a beautiful new home it was. It was a relatively small city. She could tell that even from that great distance before they arrived at the docks.
Aragorn lowered the ramp, letting it drop onto the dock’s side with a soft clang. He expertly tied it down against it, steadying it enough that the family could walk down and then later carry their belongings down it. Her father led the way down, Arianna at his heels carrying Josephina. Emma went next, the twins following in quick succession.
The feeling of her feet against the solid and steady ground was a joy in of itself. She never wanted to set foot on that boat, or any boat ever again. The air had a fresh and almost…metallic smell to it. The wind was balanced, not mixing with the scent of waves and the wetness of the sea to hit her face like a punch to the face at the most inopportune moments.
The buildings were older with a almost fragile quality. All of the buildings were circled around the town square, where a large booth that Emma couldn’t quite make out, sat. A large house, which she would learn later was the mayor’s manor, stood out quite prominently among the houses. It was the only house that didn’t look like it would fall apart in a simple thunderstorm.
Emma’s studying of the small city was abruptly interrupted at the sound of soft voices and heavy footsteps approaching. Two people, one a thin lanky man and the other a short plump woman were approaching, followed closely by a couple of black clad figures. One of them was had a large axe strapped to his belt, a grimace on his half-hidden face, a sight that made both the twins start giggling, despite the serious nature of the moment. Aragorn stepped forward intentionally to greet the mayors, as that was who they were.
“Welcome, welcome!” The woman, Mayor Reine, squeaked. Her voice had a unnaturally high quality to it. Almost like when you scrape a fork across a plate. “We’re so glad to have some new citizens! Even if it’s so weirdly sudden!” Mayor Roi drawled out. Emma could see the corners of her father’s lips flattening slightly at that last passive aggressive remark. Arianna smiled, stepping up beside Aragorn and looping their right arms together, yet somehow still carrying Josephina. The powers of a mother and wife were well beyond Emma’s ability to comprehend. The six year old pressed her face into Ariana’s shoulder, avoiding eye contact with the strangers.
“Thank you for having us, on such sudden notice.” Arianna said smoothly. Both mayors flashed large cheesy grins, that looked about as fake as the Madam Mayor’s hair which Emma was ninety percent sure was a wig. Every wiry curl hung around her overly powdered face in a way that was too perfect. Not to mention that it didn’t match the woman at all.
“Yes… the…large welcome is very appreciated.” Aragorn frowns, looking over the peacekeepers.
“Oh, nonsense. It’s no big deal, really.” Mayor Reine giggled, the mayors turning to the five black clad peacekeepers behind them.
“These are simply just some of are best peacekeepers. They’re just here to help welcome you all to the city. Peacekeepers, these are our new citizens, Arianna and Aragorn Peterson. Petersons, these are our finest soldiers, The Executioner, Helen Jones, Paul, Zooey Young, and Ivo Fielding” Mayor Roi intruded them, pointing to each in turn as he said their names.
Aragorn shook each of their hands, only because it was polite, except for the executioner who only eyed his stiffly extended hand with a look of disgust. “I don’t shake hands.” The man said simply. Aragorn only met the man’s gaze with his own cool one and a frown, letting his hand fall to his side and falling back in step beside his wife.
Mayor Reine abruptly clapping her hands together.
“Alrighty, now that we’re all introduced, you said that there were five of y’all, yes?”
Aragorn’s frown deepened. “No. There’s six of us.”
Mayor Roi tilts his head, as if talking to a sullen child, the sun bouncing off his gelled stiff hair. “Ah..I see. We must have… misheard or something. Nevertheless. The house should still fit six people.”
His wife nodded vigorously in agreement, then clapped her hands once more, something she seemed to do a lot when trying to get the attention back on herself, and waved the Peterson family forward. “Come, come. We must give you the tour. Then show ya’ll your new house. You’ll have to sign all the paperwork and stuff first before you own it, of course. And pay the regular fee.”
“Ya’ll do have money, don’t you?” Mayor Roi prodded.
Emma could practically feel the anger radiating off her father now. Ariana’s hand was on his arm again, squeezing it slightly in a comforting way.
“Of course we do, we ain’t that poor if that’s what y-y-you think.” Jack interjected.
“It’s aren’t not ain’t…” Jay corrected under his breath.
“Jack!” Their mother scolded. But the mayors simply laughed, that same mocking sound that was really starting to annoy Emma. Actually, just the mayors in general were severely aggravating her. They acted so stuck-up and superior.
Mayor Reine waved Arianna’s disapproval at her son’s manners off, chuckling. “Oh, it’s alright darling. Let kids be kids, am I right?” She studied the boys for a second and then Emma and Josephina in a way that made them all quite uncomfortable. “I don’t believe that we caught ya’ll kids’ names, actually.”
“I’m Jack.”
“And I’m Jay.”
“Emma.” Emma said shortly, not caring to wipe the look of disdain off her face. Yes, she might get in trouble from her mom for not watching her manners, but they’re also been taught that respect wasn’t just given, even if you are older than a person. Respect is earned. And so far the mayors had done nothing to earn hers.
“And your name, honey?” Mayor Roi cooes at Josephina, his voice the same as one you would use with a baby. Josephina’s face is still turned away from the mayors and peacekeepers, and she makes no move to change her position anytime soon.
“It’s Josephina.” Arianna answers softly, removing her hand from her husband, to adjust the small girl against her.
“Ah. What a..strange name. Wherever did you get it from? ” Roi clucks.
“It was my grandmother’s.” Aragorn said slowly.
“How..quaint.” Mayor Reine says. The mayors exchanged a look.
Emma caught Jack and Jay rolling their eyes behind the mayors’ backs.
“Oh my gosh, wow..” Jay whispers.
“That’s just soo quaint…” Jack finishes in the same mock high pitched drawl. Emma snorts at them softly in exasperation.
Finally they reach the town’s square and Emma finally can see the large booth in the middle more clearly. Mayor Roi waves at it in dismissal. “This is just for for insurance purposes. You know, with all those freaks running around. It’s only been used a few times.”
The Peterson family stepped around the corner, so they could see the booth fully. Aragorn stiffened. It was large booth, made out of cracked stone. One side had a wooden pedestal on it. Two ropes hung from the tallest board, swaying slightly in the wind. A noose was formed at the bottom of both. A hanging booth, of sorts. The other side had a much darker connotation and feel to it. The only thing on that side was a simple stone table. However the old blood spattered and staining the edges of it, along with the peacekeeper with the axe, the executioner, staring up at it like it was the most extraordinary thing he’d ever seen was quite frightening indeed. The execution block.
Mayor Reine gives a crooked smile, tilting her head at Aragorn, as if studying his reaction. “It’s beautiful, isn’t it?
~
The tour lasted almost two entire hours. The mayors led them ALL over every foot of the small city, continuing to drop snarky comments as they did so. By the time that they were finally shown into their new home and had signed all the paperwork, it was safe to say that the Peterson family was throughly done with the mayors. But the day wasn’t over yet, unfortunately. They still had to unload the boat. Which wouldn’t have been that hard, because they didn’t have many belongings, but any boxes they did have were exceedingly heavy, and Aragorn and the boys were..quite frankly struggling on their own.
Arianna was keeping Josephina busy and out of the way, while attempting to make dinner, and Emma was helping direct the men towards the house and her best to provide her father and brothers any… encouragement she could. They were finally handling the last box, which was the largest and heaviest yet.
“Jay, walk to the right. No, the other right! I don’t care if it’s not mathematically correct, would you rather run into a brick wall, hm? Jack, you’re just supposed to be carrying it not pushing it. Dad, there’s a small incline, remember?” Emma sighed, putting her hands on her hips.
“Jeez, if you’re so picky why not come help?” Jay scowls.
“Jay. Don’t talk to your sister like that.” Their father’s tired voice intones as he attempts to steady the large box they’re holding.
“Yeah. She’s leading the way, Jay.” Jack says sarcastically.
“Jack.”
Emma ignores them. She knows they don’t mean to be mean or anything. They’re all just tired. They’d had finally set foot on land after what was probably several months and then they had to out in the heat all day walking around, and now had to haul heavy boxes. It wasn’t exactly a scenario that any would enjoy.
“Ya’ll look like you need some help with those.” A man’s soft voice suddenly popped in from behind Emma. Whirling around, Emma caught sight of a man standing there. She hadn’t even seen him approach. His hair and beard was a light brown, with several gray stripes swirling into it around the edges, and his eyes were an almost whitish cool blue color. A soft calm looking smile pulled at the edges of his thin lips, like he knew something they did not. Aragorn stiffened immediately as he spotted the owner of the voice, making the boys scramble to keep hold on the box as he releases it instinctively.
“What? Who are you?” Their father spat, not bothering to hide his obvious distrust. If Arianna were there she probably would have swatted him for his manners. That was one thing that she always insisted on, being polite.
But the man did not seem to mind Aragon’s attitude at all, simply raising his hands slightly in a gesture of peace, the smile growing a bit larger.
“I said that ya’ll look like you need some help with those. Aaron Buckleshoot, is the name.” Aaron stepped forward towards their father and held out his hand for Aragorn to shake. Aragorn eyes it for a few moments almost suspiciously and then takes it. “Aragorn Peterson. Nice to meet you.” He says stiffly. Once again, Aaron either didn’t notice or completely ignored the less than warm greeting he was receiving from the other man.
“Pleasure! I just wanted to be the first to..welcome you to our beautiful city!” He exclaims in a rather loud voice. “Since ya’ll are new and all! I’m sure the other citizens will stop by at some point, to do some as well!”
Jay and Jack exchanged curious looks with each other, at that. Why in the world was he speaking like that? That, and the persistent grin splitting across his face, was incredibly peculiar.
“I could help ya’ll with that if you like!”
“Aren’t you like..no offense, you just look kind of….” Jack began
“Old.” Jay finished helpfully.
Before Aragorn could reprimand his sons for lack of filter(although he wasn’t one to talk, considering he was almost exactly the same way sometimes), if he was going to, Aaron chuckled lightheartedly. “Trust me, son it’ll be a lot faster with four sets of hands, even ones as wrinkly as mine might be.” He winked and then looked back at their father. “Don’t you think?”
Aragorn studied the man briefly, then glanced up at the quickly darkening sky and heaved a sigh. “Alright.”
“Perfect!”
Together, the four males picked up the box, and began heaving it towards the house, as Emma directed them. As soon as they entered, Josephina bounded up to them, her small face a bright beam of joyful expression. “Dad!! Dad, dad, daddy!! Guess what, guess what! Mommy said we’re having soup for dinner!”
“Josephina, come on honey. Daddy and the boys are working.” Arianna said, popping out of the kitchen, hands on her hips. She saw Aaron and furrowed her eyebrows slightly in a concerned way. She covered it up quickly though, breezing around the boys and scooping Josephina up again, stopping to monitor them setting the box down.
“And who might this be?”
Aaron straightened, one hand on his back, wiping several beads of sweat from his forehead, and holding out one sweaty palm to her for a handshake. “Aaron Buckleshoot, ma’am.” Arianna briefly freed one hand from around the squirming toddler in her arms, to take it.
“Arianna Peterson. It’s so nice to meet you! I’m sure the boys greatly appreciated the boys greatly appreciated your help!” She softly chuckles. “Will you be staying for dinner?”
“Well,I wouldn’t want to intrude—“
“Oh, nonsense. Of course you can join us! Please, forgive the lack of much furniture, though.”
Aragorn grunted softly under his breath, expression seemingly not pleased, but didn’t protest against his wife’s invitation. Once again, as it had many times, her mother’s politeness and welcoming and kind spirit to strangers she barely knew was greatly confusing to Emma. Aaron, one hand still on his back, seemed to easily make himself at home, moving to close the curtains and windows while the others sat down on the floor in the soon to be living/dining room with their food. There was one random cushion leaned against a wall and the bare floor, and Arianna motioned towards it welcomingly.
“Please. Have a seat.” She says. However, Aaron only shook his head, taking to leaning against the wall instead. “This will be fine.” He chuckles. “I’m afraid if I sit down, I shall never to be able to get back up, my poor sore old legs are just like that. I’d be permanently stuck there.”
“That’s be creepy..” Jay mumbled under his breath, nudging his twin who snorted in response, still shoveling food into his mouth with the ferociousness of a animal.
“Do you want anything to eat, then?” Arianna pushed.
Aaron shakes his head. “No thank you, I ate before coming here.”
Emma furrowed her eyebrows at that. Why would he insist on staying if he’s already ate? Arianna sighed and settled down on the floor in between her husband and Josephina, with her food. “Alright then.”
They all ate in silence for a few moments, Aaron watching them, face now completely serious. “So,” He finally began slowly, seemingly mulling over how to proceed in why he needed to say. “I didn’t just come here to welcome ya’ll to this…lovely town.”
Aragorn stiffened immediately once more. “What do you mean?”
Aaron raised his hands. “Easy, soldier. It’s not anything important. Well, it is. But not important to be a immediate deathly threat. I’m so sorry that I had to be so secretive..but in this town, it’s better safe than sorry. Anyways, like I was saying, I didn’t just come here to welcome ya’ll to the town. And I sincerely doubt any other citizens will welcome ya’ll either. No offense, but..y’all’s arrival is strange and you’ll no doubt draw various amounts of suspicion for a long while until you otherwise prove yourselves.” He paused briefly, heaving a deep sigh and running a hand through his hair, revealing more grey that was hiding underneath it.
“That’s not all either, unfortunately. The mayors…I’m assuming you’ve already met both of them? And the peacekeepers?”
They nodded.
“Good. Their behavior is totally normal to how they usually are. They love to push and prod, just to see if you’ll crack. Can you endure it? Think of it as the first test. To see if there’s anything hiding below the surface. But that’s not just it. Did they tell you about the night protocols?”
“No. What night protocols?” Arianna frowned.
Aaron sighed again. “I figured as much. The mayors have several laws, most you’ll learn about over time probably. However, the almost first and foremost is the night protocols. Right now it’s..” He glances at his watch. “..seven o clock. But, every night once the clock tower bells strike sigh o clock, you CANNOT, under any circumstances, leave your house. Lights out are at nine thirty. Any disobeying and..there will be punishments.”
“Punishments?” Emma repeated questioningly.
“They vary from the severity of each “crime”. Most are performed publicly in a way to maintain order, I suppose. Usually, disobeying night protocols is a severe one but not enough to..harm you unless it’s repeated infractions. However, others….”
He trails off but they keep staring at him, waiting for him to continue. Aaron rubs his forehead.
“Well..you’ve seen the execution and hanging booths, I’m willing to bet. What do you think those are used for?”
~~
The whistle of a tea kettle finishing up it’s good work cuts across the darkened elderly home. The main sources of light in the place were the lamps set in random places, like on counters or the small tables beside the sofas. In every few spots a pinprick of light could be seen illuminating the wall, revealing the white wallpaper with dark vines and white flowers painted on it. A elderly woman moves slowly to the kettle, waving off her guests who insist on getting it for her.
“Nonsense, nonsense. I’m old, but I’m not that old to make my company do my work for me. Especially when it comes to serving them tea.” She clucks. She takes the teapot in a surprisingly steady way in her veiny wrinkled and frail looking hands, and hobbles back into the sitting room where her two guests wait. The mayors. Three perfect white china teacups sit at each of their spots, and the old woman pours tea into each of them, before setting the pot down on the table with a soft clink and resuming her seat.
Mayor Reine takes a sip of her tea, eyelashes fluttering downwards as she closes her eyes to make the moment last longer. “Goodness, Lois, your tea cannot be beat. However you make it so perfectly sweet but not too much is way beyond me. We should hire you to just come to our manor all the time and bring tea over for us.” She chuckles.
Mrs. Lois, smiled softly, one that didn’t quite reach her darkened eyes. “And I would gladly do so. My mother taught me the recipe. A long, long time ago. A very.. strong and independent woman, she was. Certainly knew how to speak her mind. And make tea.” The elderly woman mused.
“Mm. Would you say you’ve taken after her?” Mayor Roi hummed, gaze fixed on a lamp nearby as he sipped at his tea.
Lois simply shrugged. “We’ll never know.”
The three friends went into silence once more, the only noises being them quietly sipping their tea and Lois refilling the cups whenever they were drained.
“The new family arrived today, right? What did you think of them?” She finally said, tucking a wisp of silver hair behind her ear.
Both mayors chuckled at the reminder of the strange new family that had arrived on their docks.
“They were certainly very..interesting. A family of six actually. Rather big, too big, in my opinion.” Roi scoffed.
“Not too mention they had the strangest names. The little girl’s name was..Josephina..isn’t that a bit old? Imagine growing up with the name Josephina..sounds like a old lady.” Reine chuckled.
“Oh, yes! And the father’s name—what was it again? Aragorn! Yeah. That’s what it was. Grumpy looking bloke, he was too. I’m so glad that WE didn’t name our son something as ridiculous as that.”
Lois laughed in her weird haltingly way, with them, eyebrows raising slightly as she takes in the names. “Certainly. Very very strange..Michael is no doubt a lucky boy to have parents that won’t give him a mouthful of a name.”
“Indeed.” Reine sighs in fondness at the mention of her son. “He’s such a special boy. Really, too good for this world. We brought him up well, didn’t we? All three of us? It might as well have been all three of us. Lois, you’re practically like a second mother or a grandmother to him. Such a special boy.”
Lois nods, a small ghost of a smile dancing across her frail face, lamp lighting catching on her sharp rounded dark brown eyes behind her glasses. “Indeed..so very special. He’s going to make such a great mayor one day.”
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Author’s note:
I relate to Aaron a lot in this chapter. I too have incredibly sore legs, but not from old age. It’s only because I recently started going to the gym to work out, and my muscles are completely unused to it because I’m usually very lazy. I hate leg day so much, chat. Send help 😔🥀
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Crowns and Talons
Chapter 1 ~the gift~
“Wave! Waaeeve!” A feminine voice called. “Coming Mom!” Wave said. The young lightning wyvern rushed through the snow and ice back to his den, his mother was waiting inside for him. “So, how did it go?” His mother asked. “Not great, couldn’t find any..” Wave said. “Better luck next time I guess. dinners ready, I cooked up some turkey.” His mother said. “TURKEY! Thanks Mom!” Wave said excitedly. “Don’t thank me, your father found it.” She said. “Where is he anyway?” Wave asked, digging in to the jolted turkey. “Right here,” a wyvern said, walking into the cave, “hello my love, and hello Wave! Any luck with the treasure hunting?” His father asked. “No.. any luck hunting?” Wave asked. “Well, you are eating that turkey aren’t you?” His father said sarcastically, they all chuckled. Wave finished the dinner with his family before climbing the stone staircase up to his room, he went over to his bed and sat down. “HELLO THERE!” a voice shouted, “AACK!” Wave said looking around frantically, he looked out his window, a hole cut in the cave wall, outside was a tropical wyvern, his best friend, Seastorm, or Stormy as everyone called her. “Stormy?! Why are you here?!” Wave asked. “Cuz I wanted to see if you found anything!” Stormy said. “No, I haven’t found anything..” Wave said. “Poor Shockwave, alas, shall he ever find anything worthy of thous exquisite taste…” Stormy said. “I hope so..” Wave said. “Don’t worry I’m sure you’ll find something eventually.” Stormy said, “now can I please come inside? Its soooo cold-d.” She asked. “Oh yea! come in!” Wave said. Stormy crawled in through the window, when they were younger it was easier, she could barely fit now. She fell down on the floor with an oof. “Son! Come here please.” His father called. “Sounds like Mr. Thunder wants you.” Stormy said pointing out the obvious. “Be right back.” He said. He walked down the stairs and into the living area. “What’s up?” Wave asked. “The sky.” Thunder said. Wave’s mother rolled her eyes and smiled. “But seriously, this box has your name on it, I just saw it covered in snow on the doorstep, did you lose anything?” Thunder asked. “I don’t think so..” Wave said. “Well, it’s got your name on it, here.” Thunder said handing the box to Wave, he clutched it in both talons and walked back up the stairs after saying bye to his parents, when he entered the room Stormy was sitting on the edge of his bed. “What’s that?” She asked. “I don’t know.” He said glancing down at it. “Well, let’s open it!” She said. Wave sat down next to her on the bed and opened the chest, inside was a scroll.