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Hello everyone!

You might have heard that Loren is hosting a writing camp! Well, I entered and I am oonnn….

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TEAM DRAGONS!!! YEEAAAH!!! GO DRAGONS!!! 😀 XD

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Ahem. Anyway… Here’s the prompt I used to write the story below. Enjoy! 😀

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Michael and I stood silent in the dark near the arch stone that stood in the center of the town square. We waited impatiently for someone to arrive. Neither of us knew who we were expecting, only that someone was coming to meet us that night.

After a half an hour of shivering in the cold, we had nearly given up hope. But then Michael touched my arm and motioned his head for me to look. I strained to see through the thick fog and I could just barely make out a dark figure. It was a man wearing a cloak that flowed in the wind. His hood shaded his face completely, setting off a frightening and mysterious look.
The man slowly made his way over to us and stopped when we were about two feet apart.

“You’re the one who sent us the letter?” Michael inquired with a slight look of fear in his eyes.

“Yes.” The mysterious man answered in a low voice.

“What did you mean when you said, ‘Time is of the essence. Now is the time to unite.” I asked, slowly repeating the letter as I recalled what it said.

“You two are special. Just as your parents before you.” He stated, his voice sounding a little sad.

“How do you know our parents?” Michael questioned in his confusion.

“They were old friends of mine. Sarah and Marcus were chosen for a very special and important duty. They were given the task to protect one of the realm’s most valuable relics; The Eagle’s Flame. There are four other relics beside this one and each relic was under the protection of the five Knights of Regol; an ancient kingdom that has been long since forgotten. Unfortunately, something evil now holds in it’s possession all five of the relics. I need you two, to help me get them back.” The man said gravely. I looked at Michael, hoping that he would speak to the man first, but he didn’t breathe a word. He just stood in silence, looking down at his feet, something he does when he’s in a deep thought.

“Sir, we are nothing special. Just a normal brother and sister who have been orphaned. We’ve never done anything to be worthy of this task.” I said hopelessly.

The man chuckled softly. “Dear child, your humility is exactly what makes you qualified for this task. You and your brother shall become Knights of Regol because each of you hold the same special qualities inside of you as your parents; loyalty, humility, courage, and strength. I know you will make us all proud.” He kindly said, and though I couldn’t see it, I could feel him smiling at me.

“Why do you need more knights if there are only five relics that need protecting? Didn’t you say that there are five knights protecting them?” Michael inquired curiously.

The man pulled his hood down, revealing his face. He had a couple of burn marks that were painful to look at and it reminded me of when my parents died in a terrible fire, just barely over a year ago.
“Yes, there were others, but I was the first. I am the original.” He said gravely and looked at me closely. “You’re remembering the fire your parents died in. Well, unfortunately, all the rest of the knights died in the same fire. I barely escaped the monster…” His voice trailed off and his eyes went blank, as though he was recalling every terrible moment on that day.

“What monster?” I asked in a whisper.

He looked at us closely and said, “His name is Diego. He is the most powerful dragon that has ever lived. Normally I’d say that he is someone you would never wish to encounter, but unfortunately, you must.”

“Why must we?” Michael wondered.

“Because without the five Knights of Regol no one will ever remember the ancient kingdom, they will never be at peace, and they will never remember who they truly are. Now, are you ready to embrace your destiny?” He asked hopefully.

Michael and I looked at each other and nodded our heads. Michael said, “This is what our parents would have wanted.” And mustering up our courage we each said in unison, “We’re ready.”

The knight grinned and moved us to the side. He stepped up to the stone arch and pressed his hand up against a stone, opening a portal that we’d never known existed. With a heart full of hope and all the courage we could muster, we stepped into the swirling vortex to embrace our destiny.

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I had so much fun writing this! I think I may have to continue it…. What do you think? :)

Have a great day!

Love,
~Fluffet~
P.S. Kind of funny that it has a dragon in it when I’m on Team Dragons, huh? I didn’t even mean to do that. It just sort of happened! LOL!

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