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Hearthstone 1

level 37

Percy Jackson 4 life!

Age 5 years 5 months
Personality neutral
Guild no guild
Monsters Killed about 27 thousand
Death Count 15
Wins / Losses 4 / 19
Bricks for Temple 65.5%
Pet Bipolar bear Fang 12th level

Equipment

Weapon osmium hammer +45
Shield sound barrier +44
Head facehugger +45
Body asteroid belt +48
Arms gloves of stranglehold +44
Legs boots of all evil +46
Talisman friendship bracelet +44

Skills

  • oak cloaking level 17
  • awkward silence level 16
  • cobweb gulp level 15
  • iron vortex level 13
  • golden vein level 11
  • quantum leap level 7
  • unbearable boredom level 6
  • exhaust of the dragon level 5

Pantheons

Storytelling231

Achievements

  • Builder, 2nd rank
  • Favorite, 2nd rank
  • Saint, 2nd rank
  • Animalist, 3rd rank
  • Careerist, 3rd rank
  • Coach, 3rd rank
  • Hunter, 3rd rank
  • Martyr, 3rd rank
  • Renegade, 3rd rank

Hero's Chronicles

Hearthstone is actually a character from a book, and my favorite character at that. He was born in Alfhiem and eventualy ran away because his parents hated him because he’s deaf. I won’t spoill the book though, because some people who are reading it may not want any spoilers. Anyway, Hearthstone is a Norse elf who practices rune magic and he lives in Boston, he always wears his red and white striped scarf and black jacket. I don’t expect anyone to read this – as it is incredibly dull – but I just decsided to write a chronicles. Hearthstone is an awesome rune magician. I’ll write more some other time, this is currently all I have.

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Notice :The first paragraph was lame, none of the below are boring

8:50 PM: Did the hokey pokey and turned myself around…Drat! Now I’m not sure which direction I was going…

5:34 AM: A wandering monk told me to see no evil, hear no evil, and speak no evil. Guess that means to close my eyes, cover my ears, and pray really loud. Am I doing it right?
Sigh… Must I explain this?

9:40 AM: My Goddess, every time I witness your power and glory, only one word comes to my mind. Keep it up, and someday I might be able to construct a whole sentence!
You just did write a whole sentence…

10:22 AM: A worm popped out of my apple and screamed “You are doing well, My Hero.” Ate it to shut it up.

9:48 PM: Let my imagination run wild. Spent an hour trying to get it back.

10:33 PM: Great one, if you exist, help me! Otherwise, get out of my way- I’m busy.
I’m insulted! You’re lucky you have a nice goddess or you’d be dead for that!

11:06 PM: Your love lifts me higher than I’ve ever been before, Exlated one. Please don’t drop me.
Aww, that’s so sweet. You really do make me love you, my hero!

11:09 PM: Saw a big red dot on the ground. Next to it were the words ‘You are here’.

11:12 PM: Here I am, looking to you for guidence and offering my prayers, My Lady!
Thank you, Hearthstone 1, I grant you a free coupon to Starbucks

11:17 PM: Almighty, why do you keep telling me what to do? You’re all powerful… wouldn’t it be faster if you did things yourself?
Telling you what to do? I specificly told you ‘Why don’t you take a break? Buy yourself some candy’, I’m just suggesting something!!

I wish Hearthstone wouldn’t be so annoying… I think it’s my turn to annoy him. Another brilliant idea!

Worked! Told him he had a very interesting diary and he asked who’d been reading it. Obviously, he doesn’t know that I can see all! Being an all -seeing shapeshifter dragon goddess does have its advantages!

12:42 AM: My wounds are healing, the holes in my outfit are disappearing, and even my pathetic life is starting to look better. My Lady, l think I shall do something great and stupid in your honor!
Don’t you do enough stupid things already, my hero?
Taps talon thoughtfuly to chin and shakes head. What do I do with you, Hearthstone..? Hearthstone offers me some chocolate for a sacrifice. Sighs and accepts his gift

Tells Hearthstone 1 to heal himself

11:29 AM: LA LA LA LA LA! I can’t hear you, Almighty!
AHEM! What did you say? You deserve worse than to be scolded, much worse!

9:22 PM: I didn’t trip, Almighty. I simply attacked the ground with my face.
Of course not, Hearthstone

7:00 AM: I’m singing in the pain, I’m singing in the pain, what a horrible feeling, I’m crying again…
Poor Hearthstone…

7:45 AM: Why are these little styrofoam pieces called peanuts? They don’t taste like peanuts at all.
You’re not supposed to eat them!

8:04 AM: Painted a bright yellow smiley face on a milestone. Look, Most Righteous One, a smilestone!

8:16 AM: I didn’t do it. Nobody saw me doing it. You can’t prove anything.

8:47 AM: Almighty, I am very smart, but I always end up doing stupid things. Here’s 14 gold coins for putting up with it.

You are smart, Hearth
Smartest of all heroes
And very brave

Once upon a time, there was a brave hero named Hearthstone 1. He had a beautiful goddess named Freya 12. One day, he ignored his goddess and got exploded by a mushroom cloud. The End. :-)

All hail Freya 12!! Glorious dragon goddess and almighty shapeshifter, defeater of all evil!!

7:05 AM: I’m a lean, mean, fleeing machine! So long, Insurance Clam.

Me: Am I an awesome goddess or what?
Hearthstone 1: Um… yes.
You don’t sound so sure about that
No! Urm, of course! You are awesome!
Hmmm
Yes! I just said so! It’s just…
Just what?
Gee, I have to be, uh… somewhere. Uhh… the tavern! I have to be ,er, going now. Bye!
Hearthstone 1! You get back here!!

NOTICE: any sightings of mushroom clouds, explosions, apocalypses, or killer robot llamas is entirely coincidential and in no way relates to me blowing up Hearthstone 1 in blind fury. Thank you.

Yay! Level 13, and in the guild Blue Feather!! Hearthstone 1: Um, yeah. Woo hoo. Yippee. Me: You don’t sound happy. I am. See? throws a handful of confetti into the air. You know how long it took me to get you to join?? Blue Feather rules! I’m not buying it. You WILL be in just a minute!! turns into a dragon and chases Hearthstone. Ahh!! Okay, okay! You should know better than to anger your goddess! I’ll have fun, I’ll love it! Just like you said! You’d better or you know what I’ll do. Fine! Fine! Just stop chasing me! Freya 12 sits down and glares at him. Now go have fun. shoves Hearthstone out a window. What the-ahh!! Hearthstone lands in a field where Blue Feather guild is having a party. Random guild member: Dude. Ugh…

I shall grant all you the gift of happiness! suddenly, rainbows appear. Cotton candy and sprinkles rain from the sky. Puppies and kittens everywhere! Who doesn’t want a goddess like that?

6:25 PM: Saw a race between a chicken and an egg. The egg came first.
An egg can’t run. You should know that.

9:03 PM: “There once was a hero from Godville. Who went and stomped on an anthill. This made his god mad, not happy nor glad, and so he was struck by an anvil.” I am good at poetry, you know.
That is the funniest poem I’ve ever heard!
You are a great poet, Hearthstone!

5:47 PM: The water drop said it heard its family in a nearby river. Returned it to its parents as they continued their journey back to the sea.
They told me that to carry a drop of water back to the sea would be a piece of cake. Well, I don’t see any cake, and I can’t eat this stupid golden brick either.
Quest complete!!

6:00 PM: Struck with divine inspiration, I struck with divine inspiration. Now the Bewarewolf’s been struck with divine inspiration, too. It looks a bit woozy.

6:30 PM: Yelled ’It’s a trap!‘, and successfully scattered the line at the guild doctor’s office.
Clever trick. I’ll give you credit for that one.

6:57 PM: Tried swashbuckling, but I couldn’t find any swashes to buckle.
Just stick to regular fighting

5:40 PM: Channeled my love from within and delivered a brutal hug to the monster. It suffered from a few moments of air deprivation. Thank you for the kindness, My Lady!
You’re welcome, My hero.

9:13 PM: I drew a picture of you,Great One. Could you stick it on your heavenly fridge?
Gee, this is, uh, very good. Yeah. It’s,very good . rolls eyes

Let the battles begin!!
4:33 PM: Revila tickles Hearthstone 1 mercilessly. Several members of the audience faint at the cruelty of the scene.
More fighting…
Fighting, healing, blah, blah, blah…
Notes from the arena: Hearthstone 1 is unconscious. Revila successfully fulfilled the goal of praising her deity! The winner got richer by 1006 gold coins and a golden brick.
I hope Hearthstone’s okay…
Heals Hearthstone 1
I sure hope Hearth’s doing fine, Revila was pretty rough. She showed no mercy.

Through the heck and darnation…
Somehow he always makes monsters mad enough to try to kill him. Sigh.

Hearthstone 1’s 10 rules to follow:

  1. Always belive in your goddess!
  2. Never anger your goddess!
  3. Pray to and respect your goddess!
  4. Never read your goddess’s diary or you will be SMITED!!
  5. Do not fall in love with a heroine!
  6. Never try to decive your goddess under any circumstances!
  7. Don’t listen to tricky monsters’ or traders’ lies!
  8. If you are lost, don’t forget to pray to your goddess for help!
  9. Be careful, smart, brave, and strong!
  10. Make sure to follow all of these rules above!

Hello, fellow gods and goddesses! I am Freya 12, goddess of dragons and wolves! I would like to give credit to my mail carrier, Keyshera, for the help with writing Hearthstone 1’s chronicles and, you know. Delivering me all those devine issues of Godville Times and whatever else. She is a wonderful helper and friend. I reward her helpfulness with gifting her donuts- the sacred food of the gods. It must be truly hard work, that is why I give her such reward. In fact, she is so loyal to me that i will give her an entire dozen donuts after her next mail delivery! Thank you for your help, Keyshera!!

After Keyshera’s next mail delivery…
Keyshera: why is it raining donuts?
Freya 12: thanks, Key! Have some donuts!!
Keyshera: wow!
starts flying around, grabbing as many donuts as possible
(Oh, yes. Did I mention that Keyshera is a winged leopard?)
Keyshera: thank you, My Lady!

And a special thanks to my royal advisser, Daluer! Who is by the way, a wolf. I wouldn’t be anywhere without either of them.
I will grant Daluer with all the strawberries he wants!! (He loves strawberries)

Daluer: why is it raining strawberries?
Freya 12: thanks, Dal! Have some strawberries!!
Daluer: wowza! Thanks, Almighty!!
Freya 12: no, thank YOU!

And, finally to all of my friends, for just being my friends!! (And being awesome).
Donuts and cupcakes for all of you! ♥♥

5:19 PM: Publicly embarrassed myself for you, Gentle One.

5:10 PM: Tried following my nose. Ended up on my face.
Ouch.

5:12 PM: Confessed my sins. The priest hasn’t stopped laughing since.
I can’t stop laughing either! Ha ha, really, Hearthstone! But seriously.

3:52 PM: Met Patty hurtz in the shop looking for a purchase. She gave me some tips on how to dress. Apperently I look much better with this new dragon’s molar!
That better not be the same molar I lost last week when that sneaky hero fought me, or I’ll have to smite you if you sell that!!

Hearthstone 1: Can I please have a giant pretzal? PLEASE???
Me: Uh… sure. Why?
Umm, because I want one.
Ok. Here’s your pretzal.

If I could post pictures in my chronicles I would SO post a picture of Hearth eating a giant pretzal. It is so cute, but also funny!

Thanks for bothering to read my chronicles, everyone! I’ll write more eventually, don’t worry! : ) ♥♥♥♥♥

Patty hurtz and Hearthstone 1 : Snappy dressers. Awesome. Have awesome god and goddess.

Earsha and Hearthstone 1 : Both hot. Have awesome goddesses. Perfect for eachother (in Leara’s opinion).

Noel18 and Hearthstone 1 : 2 Cool 4 U. Awesome goddesses. Slightly stupid but awesome (XD).

Percy the second and Hearthstone 1 : Best pals. Both based off book characters. Have awesome god and goddess.

Danseur and Heartstone 1 : Both annoying (in our opinion Lol). Have awesome god and goddess. Cooler than ice.

Taco Alpaca and Hearthstone 1 : Both adorable. Have awesome goddesses. Awesome.

Augy and Hearthstone 1 : Have sweet dance moves. Have awesome god and goddess. Both COOL.

And all my other friends are awesome too! I’m sorry I couldn’t write all of your names here, but you are all great!!! ♥♥

8:47 AM: I’m a hero and I’m OK; I sleep all night and I quest all day. I kill monsters, I stop and rest, I go to town when near! And when I’ve got lots of gold, I spend it all on beer!

9:12 AM: The Bird of Pray was slain with a stab so deep, it left me an eleventh diary entry to keep. Hearthstone 1’s armor shone bright and silver… er, what rhymes with silver?
Nothing rhymes with silver. Try a different word.

3:32 PM: ‘Watch where you tread!’the moster said. It hit my head. I may have bled. I turned and fled. My face is red, but I’m not dead.
That is… just terrible. And I thought you were a good poet.

I told you not to sell it. Yet you did exactly opposite of what I said. I will have to smite you, Hearthstone. That Dragon egg incubator could have come in handy one day.
What did I do?
You sold the Dragon egg incubator, and I told you not to!
Oops
SMITE!!

:) :) :) :)

Hearthstone, every time I feel sad, I remember what you told me: ‘Your love lifts me higher than I’ve ever been before, Exlated One. Please don’t drop me.’ ♥♥♥

I’m also the goddess of all canine species. Which includes foxes, wolves, dogs, hyenas, jackals, coyotes, ect. …

8:10 AM: After such a glorious battle with the Significant Otter I could not bring myself to deliver the finishing blow. Insted,he will be my new companion. Come along, Sneezy, let’s go questing!

Keyshera’s Story:

It was the greatest day of Maybera’s life. Her three beautiful cubs had been born. They were all so perfect, except…
“Devrius, what is wrong with that one?” Maybera asked her mate. The large male snow leopard bent down to get a closer look at his cubs. “There is something on its back”, he said. “They look like bumps.” The smallest of the cubs made a wimpering sound and streatched. Two lavender colored wings unfurled from her back. Maybera gasped and stumbled back. “What in Godville?” Devrius yelped. “She has… wings,” Maybera whispered. They stare at the snow leopard cub in disbelief. “The legends of winged cats are true,” said Devrius. Maybera leaned down and said: “I know the perfect name. Keyshera. It means ‘Winged One’ in the old Feline language.”
Devrius shook his head. “She is not my daughter. She is cursed by the Devil.” “Devrius!” Maybera shouted. “Do not say that!”
“Do not talk back to me, Maybera!” Devrius snarled. “I will take her to the cliff and drop her over the edge.”
Please! Devrius, don’t do it! She is not cursed! I beg you!” Maybera cried. Devrius looked down at her and growled,“she is a child of the Devil. I do as I must.”
He picked up poor Keyshera by the scruff of the neck and walked to the cliff edge. “Devrius! STOP!! STOP!” Maybera yelled. Devrius ignored her and opened his jaws. Keyshera fell from his mouth, mewling and flapping her tiny wings.
Suddenly, a gust of wind caught her and she was surrounded by golden light. DEVRIUS!! Yelled a booming voice. A huge silver dragon appeared in the golden light. Why are you doing this?! She is a blessing by me, and yet you atempt to kill her!
Devrius cowered and said,“my goddess! I am sorry, I did not know-” SILENCE!! Freya roared. Enough with your excuses! It was a test. And you failed.
Maybera asked,“what about our daughter? What will become of Keyshera?”
Freya smiled warmly. She will be my personal helper. You need not worry about her. The goddess turned to Devrius. But you should be worrying about HIM.
Freya flew away, carrying Keyshera in her arms. The snow leopard never saw her family again, but she did not care. She had her own family carrying her right in their claws.

THE END.

Daluer’s Story:

The wind whipped around Daluer so hard that he had to dig his claws into the dirt to stay balanced.
“Are you sure this is safe, Elekee?” he asked.
Elekee turned to him and laughed. “Of course it is! This is the only way to proove ourselves worthy of our pack anyway.”
Daluer stare at the female coyote in disbelief. “There is a more safe way to proove ourselves, right?” He wimpered. “Dal!” Elekee said. “You’re a wolf! You are supposed to be BRAVE.” Daluer lowered his head and sighed: “what if we get hurt? What if the monster kills us? What if we sit out here for hours and no monster even comes?
“Daluer. Don’t be so scared of the world. We’ll be fine. I’ll protect you.”
“That’s not funny,” Daluer said. Elekee crouched low to the ground and laughed quietly. “I said it’s not funny. Really, El,” Daluer said.
He looked down at the coyote and quickly decided that being her friend wasn’t a very good idea. Daluer had always had a crush on Elekee, though. Even though she was a coyote and he was a wolf.
There was a sharp howl in the distance. “Erm, we should probably leave now,” Daluer whispered. “Leave?” Elekee gasped. “And not become a high rank like Hunter or even ALPHA? No way.”
Daluer wrinkled his snout,“coyotes can’t be an Alpha in a mostly wolf pack like Thunder Clan.”
“Shush,” Elekee said.
Suddenly, a large Were-panther lept from the forest. Daluer yelped and dove for the nearest bush, while Elekee yelled: “Fight, Worthless Scumbag!”
She attacked the monster and jumped on its shoulder. The Were-panther growled, swung its head around and grabbed Elekee. The monster flung her off and she crashed into a rock headfirst with a yelp.
“Elekee!” Daluer yelled.
The Were-panther snarled at him and jumped. Somehow, Daluer found a feirce strength within and delivered a fatal blow to the monster. He stare at the dead body of the monster in shock.
How did I do that? Daluer thought in surprise. As he watched the Were-panther’s remains disolve, he heard a sound of thumping paws and howling. Daluer looked up as the Alpha, his mother, and a few other wolves of the Scout Group emerged through the trees.
“What is going on?” Snarled a wolf named Kzelex. “The coyote is dead! He killed her!” Gasped Lumastar. “Is it true, pup?” The Alpha asked. Daluer lept back. “No, sir! I swear,” he said.
“My weakling son killed the coyote? Impossible,” snorted his mother. “Reyna…” warned the Alpha. “It is very possible. That is good he is showing some mussle, except he killed a coyote within our own pack.” Daluer wimpered,“no. I didn’t. I’m telling you, I didn’t!”
Kzelex growled: “do not talk back to your elders. Leave! We don’t want to see your miserable snout around here again!” The other wolves snarled and barked in aggrement. “Go, you disgracful flea! I never cared about you! Your father wouldn’t have either if he were still alive!” Yelled Daluer’s mother.
Daluer fled and he never saw his mother since that day again, but he became a loyal servent of the goddess Freya 12.

THE END.

Things my hero is:

  1. handsome
  2. annoying
  3. Lame with a capital ‘L’
  4. a SUPERHERO
  5. bold print
  6. italics
  7. a pancake (XD, ok no)
  8. a banana (XD, ok again no)
  9. stupid
  10. ¿?

A cinnamon roll→ O

If any of you people out there have not relized this yet: I love bananas. ♥ banana ♥ yeah, I love♥ bananas and I’m crazy.
Me → |°)•(°| ←best emoji ever and I made it myself.
And I have an army of dancing blue bananas and I highjack school buses full of penguins.

Hearthstone’s Story: (like the book character, but based on the game Godville, too.)

The night was still and quiet. For Hearthstone at least.
He wandered the forests of Godville, but he didn’t know where he was. Hadn’t he just been somewhere else? He couldn’t quite remember. All he knew was his name, age, that he was deaf, and someone named… Magnus? The name seemed oddly familiar but he didn’t remember them. He also remembered something about a sword and a girl, maybe?
Hearth tried to cling onto those memories as best as he could, maybe he would remember soon so he could get back to where he belonged. He trudged along in utter silence through the woods. Right now he was deffenceless, no weapon, no armor, nothing.
Where am I? He thought. What is this place and how did I get here? I remember someone named Magnus… and a girl with green hair. I think there was a sword too.
Finally, he came upon a large temple decorated with gold and ivory. Pictures of dragons and wolves were carved on the towering pillars. There were priests walking around carrying baskets of fruit and flowers. Hearthstone watched them dump the contents onto an alter, where they burst into flames and disolved.
Hearth needed to get their attention. He snapped his fingers a few times, causing a priestess to turn to him.
Where am I? Hearth asked in sign language. The priestess smiled and said," ah. You are deaf. Don’t worry, I know sing language. As for where you are, you are in the temple of the goddess Freya 12!"
Hearthstone knew that name. He had seen it before, and not exactly heard, but something like that. But the ‘12’ at the end?
He didn’t know that. Miss, he signed. Did I lip-read your question right? I thought I saw you say the number 12. The priestess nodded. “She is not Freya, she is Freya 12,” she said. “But you may call her Freya.”
Thank you, Hearth signed. He walked down the temple stairs and ran back into the woods. Freya, he thought. So am I still here? No, this place is too strange. He sat down and sighed.
Suddenly, he was bathed in a golden light. Hearthstone jumped up. A girl with brown hair and a silk dress appeared in front of him. I am Freya 12. The goddess of dragons and all canine species. Hearth stumbled back, but the girl only came closer. Do not fear me, she said. I can cure your deafness and give you the ability to speak.
Hearthstone lip-read her offer and was shocked. You can do that? He signed. Freya 12 nodded and smiled. As long as you are in Godville. If you return to Earth, you will be deaf and mute again. But when you come back here you will be normal.
Hearth nodded. And as long as you see me as your goddess, said Freya. She gently placed her hand under Hearth’s chin. The goddess closed her eyes in concentration. She spoke a few words in ancient Greek. Hearthstone was surprised at first because Freya was a Norse goddess, but then he thought he heard something faint. A sound like a bird twittering.
Hearth closed his eyes and the sound gradually got louder. He opened his eyes and Freya was gone.
But he could hear the chirping of birds, the rustling of leaves and the sound of priests praying at the temple.
He could hear now! It was amazing!
“Yes! I can hear you birds! I can hear you World! I can hear you!” Hearth shouted joyfuly.
“My goddess, thank you! I shall forever serve you!” He ran into the woods and hardly even thought about going back to Earth. Now he could speak and hear, he could finally be free. “I would lay down my life for you, Almighty! I love you!” He said. And so that was the begining of Hearthstone’s incredible questing…

THE END.

11:16 AM: A massive tablet fell from the sky. Inscribed upon it were the words: “When life gives you lemons, eat them.”

11:16 AM: They say when life gives you lemons, squeeze the juice onto the wounds of your enemies.
LOL, Hearth. Thanks for that response. : D

Hearth: talking to Earsha…
Hearth: casually leaning closer to her…
Earsha: casually leaning closer to him…
Hearth: why is it raining cupcakes over there?
Earsha: … what?
Hearth: …
Earsha: is that a giant hand?
Hearth: nah. Don’t mind it. leans towards Earsha again…
Giant Hand: smack!

Warning: consult a doctor before reading these chronicles.
Do not read the disclaimers.
And do not attempt any of the actions written in here, we are trained professionals who don’t know what they are doing.

A short story by Freya 12 :

Greetings, fellow deities! I am Freya 12 (you may just call me Freya), goddess of dragons, canines, shapeshifting, and bananas.
Let’s get down to buisness now, shall we? Good!

This is Godville, home to many mystical creatures and magical beings… Godville is also home to great and powerful gods, all of whom have their own personal heroes and heroines. camera passing over the ocean and towards land, hippocampi leap from the waves. The story begins in the very heart of a volcano in San Satanos. Deep within the earth, lies a single white egg, sitting in a nest of black fur.
camera shows nest, slowly panning in. In fact, that’s my egg! And inside the egg is me, resting peacefully. I don’t remember much back then, after all, I was in an egg. But sometime later, my egg hatched and I was finally out in the world. A beautiful silver fire dragon, a rare coloration that makes the scales immune to both fire and ice.
I lived a great life, soaring over trees, hunting, burning towns. Ah, those were the good old days!
But three days after my twelth birthday, chaos arose. I was resting in a meadow in Dogville, when the skies turned dark. Huge black clouds swirling overhead and firey sun light. I awoke from my nap and stood. I could feel the tingle of Dark Magic in the air.
“Ebba, look,” I said to my friend. The other dragon rose to her feet. “Manticore tails!” Ebba snarled. “What the Godville is that?”
“Probably not good,” I suggested. “We need to go warn the nature spirits.” Ebba unfurled her scarlet wings and said,“on it.” She took off for the clouds at a good eighty miles an hour. I also knew that I could shapeshift, unlike any other dragon in Godville. So I turned into a hyena and ran for the woods. My paws pounded along the ground and my panting was heavy. I have to warn Mother and Father, I thought. My heart raced almost as fast as I did as I ran to San Satanos. “I’ll never make it,” I panted.
Shifting into a phoenix, I took to the air. I knew that even as a phoenix I wouldn’t make it. I tried to fly faster, but despite my efforts, I didn’t get there in time.
Black lightning struck the air next to me and I yelped. Get to the ground, I thought. Get to the ground. I shifted again, this time, into a dragon. I stopped flapping my wings and plummeted towards the earth. Just before I hit the ground, my wings snapped open, lifting me upward. “As long as I stay close to the ground I will be fine,” I muttered. Then, I saw Ebba, flapping wildly to get away from the storm. But the clouds seemed to be pulling her in, sucking her into their inky darkness. “EBBA!” I shouted over the thunder and pouring rain. The wind buffeted my wings and the rain slammed into me like chunks of stone. I tried to fly towards her, but a sudden gale caught me and I went tumbling out of the sky. “Freya!” Ebba yelled. “Help me!”
I fell into the sea and went up in a cloud of bubbles. As calmly as I could, I changed into a seal and lept out of the water. Turning back into a dragon, I flew into the sky. Rain battered me and lightning threatened to zap me out of the air. Ebba was close ahead, screaming as the clouds tried to consume her. “I’m coming!” I yelled to her. I reached out my talons to grab her arm. But it was too late. The clouds sucked her in, she screamed for help as the storm ate her alive. “EBBA!” I roared. A bolt of lightning struck me and I was thrown from the sky. My vision went black. Pain flaired through me as I hurtled to the ground, then I passed out.

I awoke in a white room decorated with portraits of wolves and foxes. The air smelled like vanilla and cinnimon. Two large mirrors were hanging on the right wall, the only window in the room was a small circle cut into the wall behind me. I was lying in a large bed with purple sheets and gold pillows. I sat up and relized I was a human, I was wearing a silk dress with a blue sash and my head hurt.
“Where am I?” I said aloud. “You are in the Palace of the Gods,” came a sudden voice. I jumped from the bed with surprise. “Who said that?”
“Well, I did of course.” A tall, slender coyote walking on his hind legs appeared in front of me. “I am Adeviss, My Lady,” he said with a bow. I blinked with surprise. “I-why am I here?” I asked. Adeviss looked a bit nearvous. “You’re, um… dead.”
DEAD??” I roared, changing into a dragon. “How? Where? WHY? How is this possible? No. Please, no…” I whispered. Then my ears perked up. “Ebba. Is she here? Is she?” Adeviss hung his head. “No. I’m sorry, please don’t hurt me, My Lady,” he said. “I don’t want to be here! Take me back to San Satanos! I hate this place!” I yelled. Grabbing the nearest thing, which happened to be a pillow, I flung it at Adeviss. He jumped aside and yelped. Adeviss didn’t diserve to get yelled at, but I was furious. “Leave me alone!” I told him. The coyote frowned but he left the room. I lay in my bed, crying. I didn’t want this. I didn’t want to be here, I was no goddess.
About half an hour later, Adeviss came back. “Meeting in the feast hall, My Lady,” he informed me. Reluculantly, I got up and followed him out the door. We passed a great number of portraits, statues, murals, and displays on our way to the feast hall. When we arrived, my jaw nearly hit the floor. The hall was enourmous. Thousands upon thousands of gods and goddesses sat at huge tables, chatting and eating. “New goddess!” Adeviss announced. The noise stopped. Everyone stare at me. Then, they all cheered and laughed with delight. “What is your name?” Adeviss asked me. “Freya,” I said. “Hmm, Freya. How about we add ‘12’ to the end? Catchy, huh?” The coyote grinned. I tried to smile, but found it hard to. “Almighties, this is Freya 12!” Adeviss said. Everyone clapped.
“Sit over here,” Adeviss told me. He directed me to a table where a hand-full of gods and goddesses sat. “Hey,” one of them said. “I’m Lord of Sea. Pleased to meet ya.” I shook his hand. “I’m Leara,” a goddess said. “This is my friend Cressida 13.” The rest introduced themselves as Totentanz, Strong Soul, Az3r0n, God Of Lemon2, and some other interesting names. “So, I apparently died. Did you die too?” I asked awkwardly. Az3r0n shook his head. “No,” he said. “Not that I know of,” he added with a grin. Leara laughed and said,“most of us, no. But maybe some. We’re all immortal anyway.”
“How do you know? We might not be,” said Lord of Sea. “Stop that,” Leara snapped, flicking him upside the head. “You don’t want to scare her.”
We had a good time, laughing and talking with eachother. I also got my own personal hero who was very stupid and I also joined an awesome guild called Blue Feather. Plus, my own palace and guards. I suppose there’s quite an upside to being a diety. ;-)

THE END.

Sweet. My own chronicles? Guess I was a bit late to relize I had any. No matter, these are great. Plus, the Pantheon of Storytelling? Even greater! I love it! So, this is it. The Epic Chronicles of Hearthstone! Nice ring to it, huh? Well. This is fun. What now? How ‘bout a story? Yeah, sweet! Oh, yeah, I’m Hearth! Forgot to tell you…BTW: disclaimers below ↓
This is too awesome to read.
Did you know these are disclaimers?
My goddess is awesome, just like me.

In the beginning, I wasn’t there. I don’t know if you were either, but I sure wasn’t. Anyway, fast forward really far to where I’m a hero of the goddess Freya 12. So I’m travelling around, slaying princesses and rescuing dragons, (hey, my goddess is a dragon, I can’t slay her cousins) when I’m ambushed by a Were-panther.
The beast lept out of no where, lunging right at my throat. And because I valued my wind pipe, I jumped out of the way. I raised my weapon and struck the monster. It just turned to face me and snarled. The Were-panther lunged again. This time, it sucsessfully landed on me. I was crushed under 230 pounds of monster, I struggled to get out. The Were-panther bit at my neck and I could feel the blood trickling down my shirt. I jabbed up with my sword, peircing the creature’s skin. The Were-panther roared and toppled off me. I jumped up and flung my sword at the monster. It yowled in pain as my sword stabbed into its chest. Staggering around with the sword stuck in it, the Were-panther tried to get to me, but only fell to the ground in a bloody heap. I grinned. But I paused suddenly. That was much to easy, wasn’t there another monster lying in wait? Was the monster really dead? Quickly, I extracted the sword from the Were-panther’s chest and ran.
Then I heard a growl from behind me. “Of course,” I said. I turned to face a huge Jaguardian. My knees weakened. I was no match against a boss monster like this one. Slowly, I backed up. My goddess might see this prediciment and save my sorry hide. Or she may not notice and I’ll get skinned alive.
I raised my head, trying to look confident. My heart raced and my forehead felt hot. Then I raised my weapon and charged. The Jaguardian lashed out, grazing my skin with its sharp claws. I lept away from the Boss monster and tried to keep my distance. My eyes stayed on the beast, watching its every move. The Jaguardian roared at me as if to say, what a loser! Come over here and fight like a man! The truth: I was still a teen. I wasn’t a man, so I could argue with the monster about that. But that would probably end with my heart lying on the ground beside my dead body.
So I went into battle. My sword above my head, my armor gleaming in the sunlight, my heat pounding, and my mind thinking only two words: Dumb Hearthstone.
I soon relized that I stood no chance against the beast. It was a strong, healthy and young monster. Its neck muscles rippled and its claws glittered. The Jaguardian lept onto me, I was crushed under the weight. But I managed to squirm out. Now or never, I thought. Time to prove myself a worthy hero.
I landed the sharp edge of the sword upon the Boss monster’s skull. It wimpered and backed up. It looked up at me again, its eyes blazing. Then it sliced its claws across my head. Pain flared through my body. I staggered backwards and put my hand to my face. I pulled my hand back and saw it covered in blood.
I scowled at the Jaguardian. Taking a confident step forward, I said,“in the name of my goddess!” I quickly drew my blade across the beast’s neck. It fell to the ground in a yelp.
Blood trickled down the bridge of my nose. My heart beat slower. The blood I had lost was too much.
I barely noticed my friend Percy the Second rush up to me, shouting my name. He grabbed my arm and yelled my name. But my vision was going fuzzy. “Don’t you die, you idiot! Come on, you can make it,” he told me. I grinned up at him and muttered: “hi, mommy.”
Then, I blacked out.

THE END.

SNEEZY THE SIGNIFICANT OTTER
As everyone knows, Sneezy is Hearthstone’s pet significant otter! YAY, SO CUTE!!! He is in fact so cute, that if you stare at his adorable little face too long, you could go blind from the cuteness. He loves to play fetch with dead monster limbs and he always wags his tail happily. SO ADORABLE!!! ♥
Sneezy’s name is cute too, my hero was being smart for once. Anyway… Sneezy wears a tiny little blue collar with the word SNEEZY written on it, his fur is SUPER SUPER FUZZY and he has the CUTEST LITTLE FACE EVER OMG I’M GOING TO DIE! So there’s a little bit about him. Now, back to the questing and killing and bloodshed. The end. ♥♥♥♥♥ Sneezy!

Okay, so I’m just feeling, like, TOTALLY random, so I’m just going write a short story that makes 99% NO SENSE AT ALL. Alright, here we go…

A short story by an anonymous spectator (who is TOTALLY not Freya 12) …
this story is about 10% true

One day I happened to be walking along the road, when I passed by a really hot hero. I also happened to realize the hero was the famous Hearthstone 1! So I whipped out my golden brick and asked him to sign it for me. I was about to take it back just as he handed it to me, when a giant donut fell from the sky! It rolled across the ground and over a few fleeing heroes in the process. Then I saw a giant cow wearing a tu-tu chasing the donut. Quickly, Hearthstone drew his sword from his belt and charged into battle. It was incredible! Suddenly, it started to rain tacos and I swore I heard someone singing about tacos raining from the sky in the backround. That was quite a strange day, but at least I got my autograph! — Anonymous Spectator

Me: Hearthstone, go play with Sneezy.
Hearthstone: Why???? I don’t wanna! I wanna go to the TAVERN !!
You will go play with your pet now! You wanted him, you play with him!
But—
NOW! LISTEN TO YOUR GODDESS!
Okayyyyyyy….
shuffles off
What do I do?!
MAKE HIM FETCH A STICK OR SOMETHING!!!
tosses stick about three feet with zero enthusiasm
Like you mean it, Dimwit!
Okay, okay I’m doing it!
tosses stick five feet
Sneezy: Woof !
fetches stick
Almightyyyyyyy..! Do significant otters woof?
I DON’T KNOW! NOW PLAY LIKE YOU MEAN IT!
WOOF WOOF WOOF !

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Hearth: GREAT ONE!!! ALMIGHTYYYYYY!!!

Me: What is it?! Don’t bother me, I’m getting my beauty sleep!

But it’s importantttttttt!

JUST TELL ME ALREADY AND GET OVER WITH IT!!!

Sneezy’s eating my money! Now I can’t buy stuff!

Yeah? Buy what? Useless items?

Yes!

You’re so annoying! How are you even this annoying? And how is that possible?

But—

NEVER MIND! JUST LEAVE!

But—

NOW!

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Freya 12:
Gender: female.
Hair: long, wavy chocolate brown hair.
Eye color: dark brown during morning and noon, starry-like at night.
Height: tall.
Prefered clothes: jeans, t-shirt, occasional jewelry, and fashionable black jacket.
As a dragon: medium sized (twice the size of a cow), thin, silvery/white scales are ice and fire proof, huge powerful wings.

Hearthstone:
Gender: male.
Hair: slightly spiky white-blond hair.
Eye color: gray.
Height: tall
Prefered clothes: black jeans, t-shirt, scarf (sometimes different ones), and leather jacket.

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I WOULD LIKE TO ANNOUNCE: BLUE FEATHER IS THE GUILD FOR YOU! WE ARE A LARGE GUILD BUT WE STILL ACCEPT MORE RECRUITS! PLEASE JOIN BLUE FEATHER AND IF YOU DO, THEN YOU GET FREE DONUTS AND TROUT!

And a special thanks to all my fellow Guildmates who are all wonderful and amazing!

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10:30 AM Shouted ‘Chaaarge!’ and scared myself.
Hehehe…

10:41 AM I shouted ‘: D’ and fell on my face.
Hehehe…I love that motto

:3

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>°•°< meow!
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YA KNOW THAT AWKWARD MOMENT WHEN YOU'RE CASUALLY CHATTING WITH A FRIEND, AND SUDDENLY A HUGE PARADE OF DANCING BLUE BANANAS STOMPS OVER YOUR TABLE AND THE WHOLE TIME THEY ARE SINGING TAYLOR SWIFT SONGS? YEAH, THAT'S HAPPENED TO ME.

:| awkward

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ATTENTION!!! This is an important announcement!The following is a super awesome story! PLEASE READ! :)

One stormy night, I was sitting on my bed, staring out the window. Lightning tore through the sky, thunder crackled and boomed. Someone knocked on my door. “Come on in,” I answered. I heard the door creak open and someone walked in. “Hey, Cressida,” I said without turning to look. “Hi,” my friend said and she sat down beside me. “Pretty rainy out, huh?” Cressida asked. I nodded in reply. “It’s beautiful,” I whispered. Cressida and I sat without talking for a while. Finally, I spoke up: “I’m meeting Potato Skins later. I wonder if she’ll come in this wheather.” Cressida looked at me like she was trying not to laugh, “Potato Skins. Where do some people come up with names these days..?” I shrugged and said, “well, her nickname is Jewel. But I just hope she can make it. We planned a picnic for today…” I turned to look at my friend. “I think she’ll make it,” I said. Cressida laughed, “why would anyone have a picnic in— never mind. You’re goddesses, you know what you’re doing.” I nodded, “yep, totally not crazy at all.” There was another knock and I walked over to open the door. “Hi, Freya!” Said Jewel. I smiled at her and said, “ready to go?” “Yes, yes. Of course.” She looked into my room. “Oh! Cressida! Hi!” She exclaimed. Cressida walked over to the door and sighed, “hello. I must be going now though. Important… er, stuff.” She waited for Jewel to enter my room and then she quickly shuffled out. I looked at Jewel and said, “let’s go then?” My friend nodded excitedly and took off down the hall. “Haha, gonna race then? You’re on!” I shouted as I changed into a wolf. I followed her, running as quick as I could. She looked back at me and changed into a falcon, launching herself out a window. I turned into a dragon and lept out after her. As we flew down towards Earth, the rain slowly stopped, making it much easier to fly. I passed by her and landed on the soft wet grass. “I always win, ha! You need to practice more,” I said. Jewel landed down beside me and turned into a sleek pink-white dragon. “Yeah,” she breathed heavily, “I totally need practice.” I laughed, “it’s okay. Well, here’s our spot anyway.” I gestured to the grassy field around us. Jewel tilted her head. “Oh yeah…” She looked back at me and said, “so I’ve got our stuff.” She shifted into a human and pulled out a picnic basket from behind her. As we set our stuff out, Jewel’s hero, Ha Yeet, jumped out of the bushes and shouted, “HA! Found you—” he paused and said, “whoopsie. Wrong place. Sorry.” He jumped back into his bush. “What was THAT ?” I asked my friend. “Oh, nothing,” she answered. “He’s a bit… ah, what’s the word? Absent minded?” I looked back at the bushes, waiting to see what might happen next. Wrong place to look. Hearthstone 1 fell out of the sky yelling, “FOUND YOU, HA YEET!” Then, as he landed in the middle of our picnic blanket, he said, “oops. Sorry, I thought you were someone else.” He dashed off into the bushes. “What are they doing?” Jewel wondered. “Playing hide-n-seek?” I shrugged, “who knows what they do on their free time…” I looked once more back at the bushes, where I heard the two of them yell, “FOUND YOU!” “Hm,” I said. “Awkward.” We spent our time eating, chatting, laughing about our stupid heroes… it was a good day. When we were finished, we cleaned up all our stuff (which took about two seconds, considering all we had to do was snap our fingers) and then I said, “well, I’ll be heading off now. To, ya know… do things. Nice picnic though.” Jewel nodded in agreement and smiled. “Of course,” she said, “we’ll get together again another time? Maybe for a hike or something exciting?” I answered, “great! I’ll tell you when I have time.” I turned into a wolf and ran off down the meadow. “Bye!” I barked to her. “See you later!” Out of the corner of my eye, I saw her turn into a dragon and fly up into the clouds. I continued to run, until I heard a sharp slicing sound, like a sword cutting through metal or… I halted to a stop and heard the high pitched slicing sound again. Oh, no no no no no, I thought, It can’t be… But it was. I changed into a dragon and slowly aproached the noise coming from in the bushes. “Shreeeeeeeeeeeeee.” I heard it again. Leave now! I thought. Leave and save myself! But my curiosity brought me closer until I could see it. A dying Erekke. Unfortunatly, when an Erekke died its body would ooze poisonous blood that would kill all plants and living things within twenty feet from it. And I was standing that close. Toxic fumes and gasses seeped into my lungs, dark purple blood squished under my talons. I staggered back and coughed up smoke. “No,” I gagged, “no, no, no. Argggg…” Quickly I stumbled away from the Erekke and far from its dying body. I hopped/staggered over to a tall, dark building that I hadn’t realized was there before. And I unfortunatly I recognized the building. But I had to heal myself, I had to. As quick as I could, I stumbled inside and collapsed on the floor.

To be continued, maybe…

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ZECHAMIS

Now, you may know my hero and my messangers and stuff, but this is a story about a Slain Angel named Zechamis. He became one of my dearest friends and most loyal servant. This is his story…

I was relaxing in my palace built into the side of a volcano. It was a normal day. But suddenly, there came a bugle blast. I lept off my lounge chair and ran to the nearest window (which so happened that most of the entire wall behind me was a large window) to see what was going on.
“Oh moons,” I hissed. A huge army was approaching the palace. The bugle sounded again.
Quickly, I ran to my closet and pulled out my armor and hastily put it on. Grabbing my sword named Skyfire, I ran back to the window, swung it open, and lept out. I turned it a dragon and soared over the heads of my soldiers gathering their weapons. I landed on the ground and snarled, “what’s happening?!”
“We’re being invaded by a neighboring kingdom!” One knight replied. He mounted his horse and called to the rest of my army, “formations!” The other knights all jumped on their horses or giant wolves or whatever they had, and quickly got in position. I flew to the head of the army and then landed down, survaying the attacking army.
“CHARGE!” I roared.
Almost in unision, the army charged forward. They clashed against the enemies, swinging their maces and slicing with their swords and impailing with their javelins. I tore into the attackers, changing from dragon, to human, to wolf, and back.
Suddenly, the sky opened and an army of angels flew down to help us. They fought alongside my soldiers. But then, one angel was slain and he fell to the ground. I rushed towards him, ignoring the raging battle around me. The angel had an arrow sticking out of his chest.
“Hold on,” I told him, my voice shakey. I turned into a human and as gentle as I could, removed the arrow. He groaned and clutched the wound. Oh no, I thought, he’s dying. I need to do something! I grabbed his arm and tried to feel his pulse. It was weak. I was losing him.
One of my knights rushed to me and said, “Milady, is he dead?” “Not yet,” I told her, trying to think of how to save the angel. “This is not good. Not good at all,” the knight whispered. “What’s your name?” I asked the angel. He groaned, “my name is Zechamis, Mistress.” I clenched my teeth and sighed, “it’s okay. I’m going to help you–” I paused. His breath had stopped. “No,” I whispered. Zechamis had died to help us fight. He didn’t deserve this. I thought of one way I could save him, but I couldn’t possibly do it…
“Milady,” the knight said to me. I turned to look at her. “I… I would like to sacrifice myself for him,” she whispered. I was hesitant. But she had volunteered. She would probably die in battle anyway, so saving another life in turn of losing hers was her choise. I couldn’t say no.
“Alright,” I said. I pressed my hand against her throat and pulled her life substance right out of her. She collapsed. I felt bad, but she wanted this, so I tried not to feel guilty. Quickly, I pushed the knight’s life into Zechamis’s chest. He lurched, but didn’t get up. He was alive and breathing though, which was good. I grabbed him, turning into a dragon, and flew to the palace. I flew through the open window and set him on the floor. “Wha– what? How am I..?” He rasped. “I saved you, but you cannot go back to heaven,” I stated. Zechamis sighed, but didn’t seem bothered by what I had said.
So, we did win the battle that day and Zechamis willingly became my servant. And that is his story.

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PUBLIC ANNOUNCEMENT TO ALL YOU OTHER GODS AND GODDESSES:

Just in case you didn’t know, I am queen of Lalachibidragonland. And if you can’t read that, pulled apart it says: Lala chibi dragon land. Which is home of the chibi dragons ( Drakenis Smallus ). I myself am not a chibi dragon, but being a larger species I can protect my subjects better. Thank you for reading this! ♥ yay chibi dragons!

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7:00 PM Yelled ‘: D’ at the Pink Elephant and it died laughing. Found 24 gold coins.
I’d die laughing too, hahaha! Wait……how can you even say ‘: D’ ?

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: D

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: O

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;-)

:3

Hearthstone 1 (just call him Hearth, it’s his nickname)…

First became a hero— sometime in November in 2018
Current pet— Fang the bipolar bear
Motto— Percy Jackson 4 life!
Guild— Blue Feather
Guild rank— Cardinal
Favorite town— Los Adminos
Most hated monster— Interupting Cow
Favorite pet — Significant Otter
Skills— awkward silence, oak cloaking, cobweb gulp, foot massage, iron vortex, quantum leap, unbearable boredem, exhaust of the dragon

Yeet!

Friday February 22nd, 2019: I relesed my dear pet Sneezy into the wild. You were an awesome pet, Sneezy, I hope to see you again one day…

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  • I love donuts
  • DONUTS RULE!!!
  • yay

floss dances with some flamingos and tap dances with some geckos

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sings

dances

Party time, y’all!

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Yay! My hero just got a new pet! A bipolar bear??? C’mon, dude! Really? Eh, whatever. Fang is warm and soft, great pillow.

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A STORY [I know, lame title…]

Chapter 1:
Hearthstone

I brace myself, my feet firmly planted in the ground. Then I swing my blade as hard as I can. My oponent dodges and swings her sword back at me. I stumble, barely avoiding getting my head sliced off, and land hard on my backside. “Ow!” I shout. My oponent laughs, “seriously, Hearth? C’mon you can do better than that!” I grumble under my breath. Oh the joys of hearing, I think I was better off being deaf. Noel18 clasps my hand and pulls me up. “This,” she explains, “is why you need more practice.” I sigh, “yeah… I know. Hey. Where’s my goddess? She was supposed to be here watching to make sure I’ll do fine on my own.” Noel shrugs and replies, “she said that she had to be somewhere. I dunno what gods and goddesses do in their spare time, but I reckon they don’t sit around all day pampering their heroes with encouragment.” She pokes my chest and says, “you’re gonna need a few bandages though. C’mon, I’ll get you some.” She takes me over to a shaded area of the training room and then walks off to get some bandages. As she comes back I think, ‘gee… I wonder what goddesses really do in their spare time?’

Chapter 2:
Freya

My wings skim the waves of the ocean. I see all the little fish below, swimming as quick as they can to get deeper where I can’t see them. But today I’m not hunting. At least not yet anyways. I fly a bit higher and hover in place over the water. “Come on guys!” I shout back at my friends on the beach. “There’s a cool island over there! Anyone wanna come explore it?” Lugnasad shakes his head and replies, “no that’s okay. I’ll stay here.” Syndavir however, grins enourmously and says, “of course!” He flies off his resting place on a palm tree and up next to me. “You coming Avi? Ajalix?” Avi starts to nod but then turns to Lugnasad. “But what about Lugna?” She asks. Lugnasad says, “no, no. You guys go ahead. I’m going to take a rest, okay? I’ll be there in a minute.” “Okay then,” Avi says. The winged wolf flies out to me and Syndavir. Ajalix gets up and also flies over. “Alright let’s go then!” I say with a smile. I take off towards the island, flying as fast as I can. “Hey!” Ajalix shouts. “Wait up!” My other friends fly after me and soon we’re all laying on the sand of the island, panting heavily and laughing. We walk into a forset of palms and sit down to rest. “Whoa… this island… is… so cool…” Syndavir pants. “It is,” I say. I study the forest of palm trees we landed in. The forest creates a perfect ring around us, the branches all reaching overhead in a leafy ceiling. “Created by magic,” Avi notes. I breathe, “wow… it’s amazing…” I turn to face her. “Someone magicked this place?” I ask. Ajalix nods, “yeah. I can sense the magic in the plants.” Syndavir reaches out and brushes the bark of a tree with his talons. “So awesome,” he mutters to himself. I fly up and grab a couple of coconuts from the palms. “Anyone want some?” I ask. “Naw… I’m good,” Syndavir says. Ajalix nods and says, “thanks” as I hand him one. Avi nods too and takes one as well. “Isn’t it amazing what magic can do?” I say.

[continued later]

THIS MESSEGE IS BROUGHT TO YOU BY FREYA 12:

Yeet!