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« on: May 07, 2008, 08:07:03 PM »
Legend 1:
The Warrior flyers?
Under the spirited blanket of the council’s eyes, the stars, speckled on a midnight father sky, and the Grandmother moon spirit keeping an eye on those of midnight sleep and nocturnal dwellers, three particular flyers have one dream, with one goal: to save the world from unfortunate slaughter to their clans and the rest of Mother Earth.
A young male flyer of fire and water feels the pulse of his blood race through his body as he flies to escape this horrifying nightmare. His claws were exceedingly sharp, sharp enough to claw a sharp tooth in half. His crest was tan and high it rose like a crown of a king. His eyes pierced of a hard-core, dark brown. His wings were just like whips slashing the air, as if punishing it for letting him breathe the unnatural air in the eerie battle scene.
Everywhere, screeches of dying dinosaurs filled the air with disturbance and disaster. Blood stained the dirt and colored the trees crimson. The flyer knew some of the voices of these dying dinosaurs. Some in fact were from the Great Valley! However, some force urged him that all he was able to do was fly for his life.
A flyer of pure air, with blue-silver eyes flew from behind of him gives a thrilling screech of terror and warning. The young male flyer looked to this flyer and immediately became in a trance.
This female flyer looked exotic compared to most of the female flyers he had seen before. She was of pure white such as snow and she had a beautiful figure of an hourglass. The white flyer’s claws looked deadly, yet elegant. Even her flashing teeth were weapon like. Her beauty enchanted him in some way. Even though he did not know her, he was in such great fear that he would want to trust anyone to take him away from this hell.
“What’s happening? Who are you and why are we here?”
The white flyer stared at the bright orange colored flyer with dark eyes. He looked so masculine with his deep and intense gaze and his deadly long claws. She would have guessed that he would know what was going on, but it turned out that he was as scared as she was. Besides, he looked at least the same age as her despite his amazingly masculine features.
“Don’t ask me, I don’t know why I’m here, why are you here?”
Unfortunately, the young flyer’s answer died down because of the pure tension, the dying screeches, and the helpless bellows for help. Everywhere they looked; there was dreadfully splattered blood that stained the ground and the clinging and slashing of teeth and claws.
As the male flew, his body temperature began to rise. Sweat poured down his face. Suddenly, he realized, on his skin, flames began to rise. He was on fire, yet it did not burn him. In fact, it seemed like the fire was not even there! It seemed as if it was a part of him all this time.
As the female flyer flew, her skin little by little started thinning out. She suddenly became part of the air, like a phantom! The only part of her you could even notice was her alluring silvery blue eyes.
There seemed to be voices in the wind that chanted,
Fire.
Air.
Fire.
Air.
Fire.
Air.
Fire.
Air.
Also there was chanting a language that the male flyer could not understand:
Heyi yeah ho!
Heyi heyi yeah ho!
Suddenly, with a great strength and deceiving claws, a flyer seized the fire flyer and seemed to be cutting his claws into his victim’s flesh. He flashed an evil smile as he sneered with a harsh tone,
“You and the two called ones will regret the regret the day you messed with me, Blood Clan, and Jagged Fang!”
The fire flyer stared in horror into the eyes of this black flyer. His eyes were like two great bright suns, only these suns had rays of crimson red and the color of the iris looked blood-shot red. His pupils were large with vengeance and hatred. The fire flyer could tell that this flyer caught him for his blood. He wanted to jerk away, but he was too scared to budge. He was also hoping that the flyer would drop him because he was on fire, but the fire did not seem to have any affect on the black flyer.
Heyi, heyi, yeaho
Heyi, heyi, yeaho!!!
The white flyer turns around to see the familiar black flyer. She snarled at him full of rage. She screeched harshly,
“Black Death leave him be!”
“Stop!”
The black flyer, the white flyer, and the fire flyer turned to the new voice that came from a high boulder. The fire flyer squinted his eyes and saw a dark figure with amber glowing eyes, just like fire. He still could not make out the voice.
The figure suddenly strikes lighting at the black flyer that was clutching the smaller fire flyer. The black flyer backed up with a high-pitched screech and dropped the fire flyer. The young fire flyer fell to the ground with a big “oof!” The fire surrounded the flyer in a circle. The fire was protecting him. The fire then rose high as the fiery-eyed flyer rose his wings higher.
The fire flyer puts his hand into fire. His hand suddenly became one with the flames. For an eerie moment, the flyer set himself in the fire. The fire swirled around him, making him stronger, taller, and greater then he felt before. He screeched out to the fire-eyed flyer,
“Who are you?”
For some reason however, his question sounded more like a crackle of a flame then his usual voice. His own changing voice scared him. The other flyer just stared through the smaller fire flyer. He seemed to look beyond him. Suddenly, another voice called out from behind him,
My son, turn this way, I need to warn you about a great tragedy that will happen to you and those you love.
The fire flyer turned around and saw a flyer even more amazing than the flyer that just saved him. The larger flyer was just like the sun, all fire, but the smaller fire flyer could see dark brown eyes in the flames. He gasped at first thinking it was a reflection of him, but the flyer did say my son. Was it his father?
The fire flyer stammered almost out of breath, “D-dad?”
The flaming flyer only blinked in reply. Once he blinked, the young flyer’s surroundings completely changed. Instead of being surrounded by fire, being next to the white flyer, and between the battle, he was in a desert with the same flyer he faced, only this time, the flyer was no longer a flame, he looked like any other flyer that would be living on earth, and they were next to a burning tree. He desperately looked in his surroundings to find the female flyer, but she was nowhere to be found.
“Hey, where is she?” The flyer asked the larger orange flyer frantically. The orange flyer gently rested his hand on the smaller flyer’s head in a calming affect.
Peace my son, you will see her when the time is right, in fact, you and the Air flyer have a destiny intertwined with each other. The council has already sentenced three-called flyers to fulfill the prophecy.
In mental communication, the young flyer replied.
There is still so much I don’t understand! What do you mean by a prophecy? And, who was that flyer that saved me?
Just remember my son, The flyer replied calmly,Fire and Air become one while darkness finds its own element.
The flyer suddenly opened his eyes and this time, they glowed like flames.
Petrie………..
Petrie…………
“Petrie, wake up! I am trying to tell how my dad got his name! How do you think I can tell with all of that screaming! You sounded like you were attacked by someone!”
Petrie gasped. He panted and looked at his surroundings. He was not in the desert with the familiar orange flyer and the burning tree. He was not in that battlefield with everyone screeching desperately for help, nor was the white flyer or the ember-eyed flyer among him; he was surrounded by his friends, with Cera’s hard, dark green eyes glaring at him.
“What?”
Petrie panted as he stared at Cera. Petrie then shook his head to clear his mind.
“Oh, sorry Cera; I had that dream again.”
Petrie tightened his claws at his chest. He could feel his heart pounding powerfully. His heartbeat was steady and loud, just like the beating of his wings when he flew. He remembered the battle, the white flyer, the malevolent black flyer, that amazing flyer that saved him, and the orange flyer that made that quote, “Fire and Air become one, while darkness finds its own element.”
He was glad that Cera woke him up before anything else bad happened, but he was dying to know, who were those three flyers and what did the prophecy mean?
Cera stuck her nose in the air and closed her eyes. To her, what Petrie said was foolishness.
“Well quit sleeping, otherwise you won’t be able to tell about your history and family!”
Petrie rolled his eyes at her. He was becoming fed up with Cera being snobby like this. He would love to knock some sense into that horn face! However, as being a good friend and being distracted by his other friends’ questions, he didn’t have the chance.
Little Foot looked down at his flyer friend worriedly.
Little Foot then said with a sigh.
“Petrie, are you okay? You seem down today.”
Ducky puts a hand lightly on her lips. She looks at Petrie worriedly. Ducky walks up to Little Foot and Petrie. Spike followed her.
“I agree with Little Foot. You do look like you are under the weather, yep, yep, you do. Do you think you’re sick?”
Petrie paused for a moment, and then he coolly replied, “I don’t think so.”
Petrie slides down from the log that he was sitting on.
“It’s just weird that I keep having the same dream over and over.”
“I’m telling you Petrie, your dream might be telling you something.”
Spike walks up to Petrie and licks him. Spike could sense that Petrie woke up from something terrible.
Cera walks up to Little Foot and spoke in her usual snobby way.
“Oh, get real Little Foot! Dreams don’t mean anything, they’re just stupid dreams!”
Little Foot stuck his face into Cera’s face.
“But, it has to mean something, I mean c’mon! He keeps dreaming that dream every single night!”
Petrie rolled his eyes once Little Foot said his words. He was tired of Cera being snobby, but he also was tired of Little Foot defending him all the time. Now that Petrie was older and had more experience for dealing with dinosaurs like Cera, he was quite cable of defending himself.
Unfortunately, Petrie could not defend himself because Cera and Little Foot were already arguing away.
Ducky sighed to her adopted brother, Spike. “This is nonsense! I want to talk more about our family, don’t you Spike?”
After a short pause, Ducky turns around to see Spike staring at the sky.
“Spike?” Ducky giggled as she watched her mute brother. “What are you looking at?”
Ducky runs toward her brother and looks up as well.
“Wow! Little Foot, Cera, Petrie come over here, look what Spike and I found!”
The others walk toward Ducky and Spike and looked up at mysterious flock of flyers in awe.
Petrie points to the sky as he exclaimed in awe.
“Look at all of those flyers!”
Petrie gasped softly in amazement at some of the flyers because they had a striking resemblance to the flyers he saw in his dream. He also noticed a scarred, dark brown swimmer below the flock. It was a bit odd for only one swimmer to be with a pure flyer flock, but Petrie did not make any statements about that.
Cera thingys her head in suspicion.
“Look at all of those scars and bites that they wear.”
Little Foot simply shrugs.
“Maybe they came from hard times.”
Cera stomps her feet, having dirt fly everywhere.
“Or maybe they want to cause trouble!”
Instead of rolling his eyes, Little Foot talks excitedly, in hopes of bringing excitement to his friends.
“Hey, maybe they’re warrior flyers. Wouldn’t that be cool? I mean they have those scars and they have those cool markings on their faces.”
Cera talked in her snobby way again.
“Well, my dad told me about flyers like them. He said they’re out-laws!”
Everyone rolled their eyes. Cera was now getting on their nerves. Cera supported everything her father said.
Petrie looked to the swimmer and pointed to her. He turns his head to Ducky as he said,
“Hey, look, Ducky, there’s also a swimmer just like you. Only she seems older and a little hardy looking.”
Ducky giggles eagerly as she sees the swimmer Petrie was pointing to.
“Yes! Not only are there going to be more flyers, but more swimmers! I am having a good day, I am!”
Petrie smiled at Ducky. He always loved it when Ducky was pleased. She just seemed to be the light of his life. He admired Ducky for that reason. She seemed to make him happy in the simplest ways.
Little Foot looks at the swimmer as well. He rather admired her.
“She’s kind of pretty too.”
Everyone looks at Little Foot and thingy their heads.
“Not that I like her or anything.”
Turning red, Little Foot starts to run down the hill. He tries to change the subject.
“I don’t know about you guys, but I’m going to find out who those dinosaurs are. And,”
He looks at Cera with a hard stare.
“I bet that herd will be nice.”
Little Foot runs down the hill to tell his grandparents about the visitors. Cera at first stalls, she growls, and then runs after Little Foot.
“Hey Little Foot wait up! I’m coming too!”
Ducky exclaimed, “Let’s go Spike! They’ll be a very nice herd; I know they will, I know!”
Spike runs, thinking that his sister was right behind him, but Ducky stopped, realizing that Petrie was not moving an inch. Petrie was just looking at the flock wonderingly. Again, he was in his own thoughts.
Ducky walked to Petrie and said softly,
“Are you coming Petrie?”
Petrie didn’t seem to hear her, so Ducky walked even closer to him, and touched his shoulder gently. Petrie turned to Ducky’s direction and jolted.
Ducky jerked back a little.
Why does he seem so scared of me? Ducky thought wonderingly.
Ducky said softly, “Sorry I scared you.”
There was a short pause. Ducky then spoke again.
“Are you coming with us Petrie?”
Petrie looked rather nervous as his eyes looked from one side to another.
“Um, maybe later Ducky.”
Petrie then looked straight at Ducky as he said in his normal voice,
“I just have a lot on my mind right now.”
Ducky thingys her head.
“Are you sure you’re okay?”
Petrie slammed his hand on his forehead. He sighed in frustration. Then he opened his eyes and spread his wings.
“I don’t know! Ever since I kept having this dream, I haven’t been myself lately! Besides, don’t you remember that Pterano was supposed to come back to the great valley after five winters? He promised but,”
Petrie stalled. He was so upset that he couldn’t say the last part of his sentence. Instead of finishing his sentence, he wrenched away and crossed his arms. He grunted.
Ducky decided to finish Petrie’s sentence.
“He promised, but he never came back. Was that you were trying to say?”
There was still a long pause. Ducky was now just scared. She wasn’t sure if it was her place to interrupt Petrie’s thoughts. He seemed to be in that yelling and upset mood.
“I’m sorry Petrie.”
Ducky lowered her head and slowly walked backwards. As she walked slowly, she said,
“I’m sorry; it was not my place at all. No, no, no!”
A tear rolled off Ducky’s eye. She sniffed a little. She then just walked slowly away, not backwards.
Ducky left Petrie in his own thoughts. Petrie just stared at the flock. He was now sitting down in his own sorrowful thoughts. He wished he did not make Ducky feel ashamed, but he was too heart broken, bewildered, and angry to comfort Ducky or do anything else.
He closed his eyes and a single tear dropped from one of his dark chocolate eyes.
Why does this world make everything so hard for me? Why does everything have to be so difficult?
He re-opened them and looked back at the slow walking Ducky.
He sighed as he got himself up and took off. He called to Ducky.
“Ducky, Ducky wait!”
Ducky looked up at Petrie. Tears were still streaming down her delicate face.
Petrie landed softly on the grass. He walked to Ducky.
“Ducky, I’m so sorry.”
Petrie gently laid a hand on Ducky’s shoulder. He looked at Ducky’s eyes deeply and said in a gentle tone,
“Ducky, I’m just very upset right now, but that’s no excuse for being rude to my friends.”
Ducky sniffed, but smiled a little. Ducky puts a hand on Petrie’s shoulder as she looked at Petrie’s eyes deeply.
“That is alright Petrie. You know I will always be your friend no matter what.”
Petrie smiled a little. Ducky and Petrie hugged. Petrie spoke next,
“And you know I’ll always be your friend no matter what.”
Ducky loved hearing Petrie’s smooth, gentle tone. His voice was as smooth and soft as his dark chocolate eyes.
Finally, they stopped hugging; Petrie nudged Ducky playfully the other way.
“C’mon, let’s go welcome our guests.”
Ducky replied slyly, “Okay.”
Ducky pushed Petrie playfully. Petrie fell on his side with a big “oof!” He looked at Ducky not coldly, but puzzled.
“Hey!”
Ducky sneered as she ran off,
“Race ya!”
Ducky giggled and ran away. Petrie got up to his feet and took off. He flew above Ducky. He laughed a little.
However, Ducky and Petrie did not realize a pair of amber eyes was watching them. The amber eyes were in the tree star tree. The eyes blinked with displeasure.
Once he thought it was safe to fly out, he took off the high branch and flew swiftly and silently away from the two preteen dinosaurs. He looked back at the flock. He gasped as he thought,
Oh no! The flock is still alive! Black Death is not going to be pleased!
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