[squints]

Sitting on the edge of the dock was a routine for me. My father and always did this, always at six. We'd sing and tell jokes and enjoy the sun shine. "Wrote a note send back in a minuet, bought a boat and I sail off in i-" I was cut of by a loud screech. A raven, it's eyes scared me a bit. It reminded me of the bird father had. I soon realized, maybe it was, the same bird that was there when grandma and father died. "You're such a loyal bird aren't you?" I smiled and got up, and headed for the house. Maybe the bird would fallow me. As I entered the house, my mother glared at the bird. "Why'd you bring that?". She said the word That as if it was poison. My heart sunk, I felt cold. "It was fathers, I thought you might want to have one little piece of him!" I looked at her close to tears. "Haha, Me want a piece of that old man, ya right!" She smirked counted the money in her hand. Furry raised in my heart, I ran past her grabbing the money. She screamed at me but I hid them it the spot where father had made me a small compartment in the floor. I jumped out of the window, seeing the bird. "Here to comfort me?"

WIP I really think you'll like the story ^^

[gailagj + doglover]

Cool :3 MAybe... if I added more? In the childs version? (It would be second stage like though)

[Saikiyo]

judging soon!

[Saikiyo]

now judging

last chance to subit a story

[gailagj + doglover]

OH! I wanna win so bad...

[Hawkfire.]

must get entry in :p
Title: Special Fossile

Long ago there were two dragons, both dark blue with pure black wings. They watched their egg, discouraged. It had been over a year after Hatching Time and their egg still showed no life. The father sighed, and met his mate's gaze. "We should give up," he muttered to her. "But it's my last son!" she objected. She couldn't bear to live knowing her last egg would never live. "But it's been years!" pressed the father. "Do you want to die here, waiting for your egg to hatch? Please, Sunrise, it's never happening!"
The mother growled, and shook her head. "I suppose you are right. You always are. It's irritating. But at least let us bury him."
So the father and mother buried him, and patted dirt on the top. "Goodbye, son." said the father. "Goodbye, dear one," murmured the mother. Together they walked away.
The parents believed the egg was gone. But maybe it just needed more time to devolop.
Centuries later, long after monsters roamed, a boy wandered a meadow, digging up random spots, hoping to find a dinasour fossil. His father worked for the museaum and said Bobby should be interested too. So he had gone out at 6:00 a.m and started digging. It had been four hours, and nothing. But he continued to work, detirmened to find his Special Fossil, as his father called it. When someone found their first fossil, it showed they were worthy to work for that job. Plus they felt the new love for digging up fossils. Now it was 4:00 p.m. It had been quite a while. The boy sighed; but something told him to press on. He dug a little more, and suddenly hit something hard. Something very hard. Thinking it was a rock, he crouched down. Then exclaimed a gasp. "It's . . .an egg!" he squinted. Yes, this was an egg. Yes indeed. And a special one; not any bird's eggs. It was dark blue, and huge!
A dinosaur egg! It could only be a dinosaur egg !
The boy smiled and tried to lift it out, but it was so big that was pretty impossible. So he dug until he could see the whole thing; and sighed. It would be impossible. He decided to forget about it and walk away. But then he heard an earsplitting crack. He slowly turned around to see the egg was hatching. Another crack erupted, like thunder. Bobby was shocked. He was seeing a dinosaur hatch! Not knowing what else to do, he ran back to his house and told his father to come with him. On the way he told his father all that had happened.
"Your crazy," he told Bobby.
But when they got there the father was proved wrong. The mother and father were proved wrong. The egg had hatched! And inside, an elegant monster spurt out. It was beautiful. The monster, though the boy thought it was a dinasour, was a dark blue pattern color with amber eyes, with white horns. It had pure black wings with golden tips. It's wings looked like giant feathers stripped together. And it was, quite indeed, huge. Even when it was just born. "It looks like pegusus's wings!" exclaimed Bobby. Together they took care of the monster, and raised it. They cared for it. They nurtured it. The monster became friendly, though a little bit grumpy. "You found your Special Fossil indeed," said the father to Bobby.
How he did.

[Verdana]

[I hope I'm not too late, but I understand if I am]

The Goddess of Chaos was not impressed. She stared down at her servant, who was spread over the floor in a pathetic gesture of obeisance. The dark-haired figure, flickering with ominous light, screwed up her face to scowl.

Stand, she ordered.

Whimpering and shaking, the man got to his feet. Livid red weals were visible on his face. The Goddess of Chaos did not take mistakes lightly. The man was built well, muscular and tall. His armour, though dirty and battered, was of a fine make. He was every inch the hero. Perhaps, thought the Goddess, therein lay the problem. She had found herself a hero to do her terrible, destructive work. The hero before her was just that: A hero. All muscles and loyalty, and no brains.

While the man dithered and pleaded before her, Chaos was deep in thought. A servant of Chaos, she decided, needed to be many things. It needed to be cunning and swift of mind, as well as swift of body. It needed to be flexible and fluid. It needed, she thought with a cutting glare at the man before her (who fell to the floor again in response), to be very intelligent. It had to be impressive to look at, and powerful enough to be feared. Most of all, it needed to be downright nasty.

Silence, the Goddess purred. She did not raise her voice. She did not have to. The hero's sobs halted like a a baulking horse. He stared, apprehensive, at the Goddess. It was not like her to end her anger so abruptly. She was known to rage for weeks on end. The Goddess of Fate was no longer watching him. She stared at her hands. The hero peered, perplexed, between her empty digits.

The Goddess summoned her own most prized skills.

Cunning. A red light blossomed, and danced in her palm.

Swift. A yellowish glow joined the red.

Intelligent. A bright green dash of colour flickered amongst the red.

More words, more characteristics were delivered. The lights joined and separated, swelling and pulsing. A shape was forming in the Goddess's waiting hands. The shape was solid and smooth, but lit within. The colours started to fade into the shape, to calm their frenzied dance. But the Goddess of Chaos was not finished yet. She leaned forward, and pressed her lips to the mass, to deliver one final, firm command.

Evil.

There was a flash of darkness. The hero was thrown from his feet. He crumpled against the wall, unconscious and unheeded. The Goddess was examining her creation. She looked the egg over from all sides, all angles. It was beautiful, mottled and lit from with in with a cold, malicious-looking light. Satisfied, she nodded, and once more pressed her lips against the egg.

Go now, she whispered, Go now, and grow. Feed off the folly of mankind. Grow and thrive, and return to me on your third eve, to become a true vassal of Chaos.

And so the egg was sent upon the world, so spread misery and discord amongst mankind. Would it do what was asked of it? Who knows? TIts story has only just begun.

[Saikiyo]

Verdana wins! it fits the egg and the monzter it will hatch in to

[gailagj + doglover]

Yeah! COngrats!

[Verdana]

Wow, really? Thank you so so so so much! This is amazing! It's totally made my day! Please let this streak of luck continue... Thank you, Saikyo!

*cuddles egg*