Post by Battlefield on May 9, 2009 15:23:27 GMT -5
Here's a humorous story I've been working on. I'll post chapters as soon as I can.
A Midnight Spyro
By AJ Rogers
Chapter One
If there was one thing that Battlefield hated, it was being woken up early in the morning by a ringing telephone. Unfortunately, this is exactly what happened on one early Saturday morning.
One moment; the half-demon Chief Guardian was sleeping soundly next to his wife in bed. The next moment; he was suddenly, and rudely, awakened by the constant ringing of the telephone that sat on a nearby nightstand.
“What?” he said groggily. He was at first disoriented, but soon regained his senses. He then realized that the phone was ringing. Battlefield looked at the alarm clock that sat next to it, and saw that it was 1:14 am in the morning. With a groan, he picked up the phone.
“Hello…What…Whose drunk…A dragon pony?… Oh, two dragon ponies…They‘re both drunk…Ok, everyone gets drunk sometimes, so what‘s the problem?…One of them is male, and the other is his wife, and they’re both being very loud…Okay…Okay…Have they injured anyone?…Have they destroyed anything?…Okay, so why do you need me?….One of them appears to be demonic, and you’d rather be safe than sorry….All right, I’ll be right over there…What?…What do you mean ‘I’ll never believe who the male dragon is?‘’…All right, Gypsy, I’ll be right down there. Goodbye.”
Battlefield hung up the phone and sighed. He had just been talking on the phone, with Truly, one of the Guardians he commanded, who had called him at this unholy hour to tell him that she was down at The Galloping Unicorn, the one and only tavern/inn in Dream Valley, and that there was a problem of the drunken kind. Well, there was actually two problems of the drunken kind, and they were, according to Truly, a dragon husband and wife couple who apparently had had a little too much to drink.
With a groan, he slid out of bed and headed towards the wardrobe that his clothes were kept in. About ten minutes later, Battlefield was fully dressed in his usual outfit-a green long-sleeved tunic, a pair of black trousers, and black cloak-and was now walking down the hill from the castle towards the village. Wrapped around his waist was a brown leather belt, and hanging from that on his right waist was his personal broadsword, Firewalker, which was sitting in its black leather scabbard. Although he didn’t expect any trouble, Battlefield never went out to perform his duties as a Guardian without taking along his trusty sword. It was always good to have it with him, just in case.
A Midnight Spyro
By AJ Rogers
Chapter One
If there was one thing that Battlefield hated, it was being woken up early in the morning by a ringing telephone. Unfortunately, this is exactly what happened on one early Saturday morning.
One moment; the half-demon Chief Guardian was sleeping soundly next to his wife in bed. The next moment; he was suddenly, and rudely, awakened by the constant ringing of the telephone that sat on a nearby nightstand.
“What?” he said groggily. He was at first disoriented, but soon regained his senses. He then realized that the phone was ringing. Battlefield looked at the alarm clock that sat next to it, and saw that it was 1:14 am in the morning. With a groan, he picked up the phone.
“Hello…What…Whose drunk…A dragon pony?… Oh, two dragon ponies…They‘re both drunk…Ok, everyone gets drunk sometimes, so what‘s the problem?…One of them is male, and the other is his wife, and they’re both being very loud…Okay…Okay…Have they injured anyone?…Have they destroyed anything?…Okay, so why do you need me?….One of them appears to be demonic, and you’d rather be safe than sorry….All right, I’ll be right over there…What?…What do you mean ‘I’ll never believe who the male dragon is?‘’…All right, Gypsy, I’ll be right down there. Goodbye.”
Battlefield hung up the phone and sighed. He had just been talking on the phone, with Truly, one of the Guardians he commanded, who had called him at this unholy hour to tell him that she was down at The Galloping Unicorn, the one and only tavern/inn in Dream Valley, and that there was a problem of the drunken kind. Well, there was actually two problems of the drunken kind, and they were, according to Truly, a dragon husband and wife couple who apparently had had a little too much to drink.
With a groan, he slid out of bed and headed towards the wardrobe that his clothes were kept in. About ten minutes later, Battlefield was fully dressed in his usual outfit-a green long-sleeved tunic, a pair of black trousers, and black cloak-and was now walking down the hill from the castle towards the village. Wrapped around his waist was a brown leather belt, and hanging from that on his right waist was his personal broadsword, Firewalker, which was sitting in its black leather scabbard. Although he didn’t expect any trouble, Battlefield never went out to perform his duties as a Guardian without taking along his trusty sword. It was always good to have it with him, just in case.