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[Ranger of the North]

I unprocrastinated is that a word and finally updated the front page! *groans* yay me...

Also, I just realised that this ^ is our twentieth picture!!

[Rabbitses]

Done! I apologize for the formating errors, they messed up when I copied the story onto here to post. And I definitely didn't procrastinate and finish this 10 minutes ago. I hope you at least sort of like it.

Present Day. Digitus Plains.
The dragon perched on the edge of the white cliff, waiting with bated breath for the opportunity to hunt arose. Where the pink land rose up into a white mound. Yes. That was where he would strike. He stretched his talons, and decided that he would not use fire for this attack. He tensed as he felt the family rumble of the ground beneath him, and crouched. The cliff shook, tilting forward and the dragon leaped. He soared to the ground, and dug his huge talons in, ripping though the group as if it was skin. He made a great trench, and he sailed along, using his massive jaw to rip through, exposing a soft trickle of red water, just enough to for a few drops to run over the edge. He stretched his wings as he glided into the air, watching the extent of his carnage. He did not now why this was necessary, only that it was. He could still remember the day he learned of this, his lifelong goal.
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Five Years Ago. Lesser Draconian Cliff.
Gladarang the dragon was climbing back to his cave in the cliff wall when he saw two dragons swoop down to him. The larger one turned in midair, so that he was facing Gladarang. Gladarang was a small dragon, with a long neck with sparkling blue and dark green scales. The large dragon had a huge head, with spines along his neck. He was dark grey with pale eyes, which were now staring at Gladarang.
“Gladarang,” He stated “I am Lisoris, an official representative of the Great and Mighty Dragon Council. We would like you to come meet with us now.” The words were phrased as a question, yet they were not.
“Of course.”Gladarang stammered.”At once”.
Lisoris turned and flew away, with Gladarang following and the other dragon behind him. They flew for the better part of an hour, before gliding to the ground next to a large circle of trees.
“Enter” said Lisoris as he slid through the narrow opening. His long tail dragged through the carpet of dead leaves, creating little swirls of leaf dust. Gladarang followed, before staring up in awe at the rows of dragons. Lisoris climbed up to the stand and began to speak.
“The meeting of the Great and Mighty Dragon Council has now been called to order. You may sit now”. There was a thunderous roar of noise as the dozens of huge dragons sat. “As you can see, I have brought the dragon Gladarang here. He is the one that we have been watching. I believe he will be a useful addition to the completion of the Great Task. All who think that he should be given an opportunity to help complete the Great Task, breath fire on the sacred stones.”
The polished black stones in the middle of the room lit up as many of the dragons all hit them with bolts of fire. When they were done, the dragons watched the stones expectantly, until they glowed a light blue, casting light on the clearing as well as Gladarang who was watching from a corner of the room, in a sort of mute terror, particularly when the dragons all started breathing fire.
“The stones have spoken!” Lisoris roared “We will offer the opportunity to this young dragon. He will then accept it.”
Gladarang gulped nervously at the statement, noticing that it had been said that he will accept it. He didn't even know what it was that he was accepting.
“Gladarang.” Lisoris began “We, the Great and Mighty Dragon Council, are engaged in fighting a mighty foe. The enemy has taken the form of a stretch of land. Defeating it is the Great Task. We do this by finding dragons who devote their life to fighting it. It is a complex task, for how can one defeat the land? However, it has been found that the land will bleed if attacked enough. We will provide more detail if you accept our offer to fight it. Do you?
Gladarang didn't really want to say yes, but had an idea that he didn't want to find out what would happen if he refused. He quickly made a decision of what to say.
“Yes.”
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Present Day. Digitus Plains.
Gladarang looked happily over the destruction he had caused. This would be a major setback to the plans of the enemy he thought. He had grievously injured it! He flew away, happy in the knowledge that the enemy had been wounded, possibly killed! He doubted it though. This was a sturdy beast.
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Phoenix Public Library. Present Day.
Alecia stepped up on a stool, pulling a book down and passing it to her friend, Molly. The book caught on her finger, creating a tiny cut near her nail that she had recently painted white, a contrast to her slightly sun caught skin that was currently pink.
“Ow!” She remarked, shaking her finger slightly to get rid of the mild sting.
“ Are you okay?” Molly asked.
“Fine. It's just a paper cut.” Alecia laughed slightly “It's not as if someone tried to kill me. I don't even think something that would cause that small of a cut could. Humans are pretty sturdy beasts after all”.

The end

[DeMaizu]

*sighs* Okay. This isn't done, but don't wait for the rest of it. I just wanted to get it up here, even if it's half-assed and I've got this time skip in the middle cause I can't figure out how to transition worth my or any salt and it's really not very good and it ends on a cliffhanger. I can't think of anything else right now, I'm sorry.

Harper knew it was all his fault. He’d ticked off the water spirit, and he’d gotten him and Eli to this weird place, and now they were cold and hungry. He knew the whole thing was his fault, so why wasn’t the older man blaming him? If anything, Eli was comforting him, rubbing ovals on his back as they leaned together to try and fight off the cold, biting wind. Harper shivered, peering out of their shelter and wondering if he could somehow get them out of there.
“Hey,” Eli said, wrapping an arm around Harper’s shoulders, “you’ll fall if you lean out like that.”
Harper glanced up at the scraggly-bearded man, their gazes meeting. Why aren’t you mad? Harper couldn’t help but wonder. Why do you act like this is normal?
Eli’s gaze narrowed. “You’re blaming yourself, aren’t you?” Harper jumped. “Stop. This isn’t anyone’s fault, and as soon as we get back home, we’ll work on getting your memories back. Alright?”
Harper hesitated, but he nodded slowly after a second. If Eli didn’t think he was at fault, then he supposed it must be okay. Right?
They stayed sitting there for a few hours, though Harper lost track quickly — he was horrible with time. The only reason he knew it was a few hours was because of Eli’s wristwatch. Eventually the wind died down, and they edged out, careful of the sudden drop in front of them.
“Geez,” Eli muttered. “That water lady really did number on this place, didn’t she?”
Harper looked over. The older man didn’t seem all that concerned that they had been magically transported from one place to another, and that those places were completely different. He gestured for Eli’s phone.
You don’t seem very freaked out, Harper typed when Eli handed the device over. Has this happened to you before?
“Well,” Eli said slowly, “no, but I’ve got this enormous sense of déjà vu, like I’ve been in this place before.”
Harper was about to type some more when the ground started rumbling, leaving the two men windmilling their arms. Eli grabbed the back of Harper’s shirt and dragged him back into the cave, the shaking earth making them fall hard on their butts. After a minute or so, the rumbling stopped. They looked at each other, Harper’s heart pounding against his chest.
We should check that out, shouldn’t we? He asked, though he really didn’t relish the idea.
Eli looked just as enthusiastic. “Yeah. Stay behind me, okay?” Harper nodded.
Once again, they crept out, this time walking sideways along the ledge until they reached less precarious ground. Roots were scattered here and there, which struck Harper as odd, since he couldn’t see any tree around. Then again, some trees had really long roots. While they weren’t as close to the edge as before, there was still a huge drop a few feet away from them. Clouds and mist were gathering in front of them, obscuring vision for anything beyond their immediate area. Harper couldn’t place it, but he felt like he knew this place, as if he’d been there so many times he might as well have lived there.
“Well,” Eli started, “it doesn’t seem like we’re in any immediate da—”
A long, low rumble shut Eli off, sounding a lot like a dog growling, except it was much deeper and louder, sending chills down Harper’s spine. Instinctively, his hand shot out and grabbed the hem of Eli’s shirt, the action somehow comforting the runty teen. The ground shook again, and something grey moved forward in the screen of clouds. Harper and Eli stared, their eyes wider than alien saucers as the gargantuan head of a dragon slowly emerged from the dust and water. A flock of birds flew by, as if summoned by the appearance of the dragon.
Harper’s knees suddenly lost their feeling as his vision whited out for a second and an image of two men — one sitting on a small pile of rocks with a spear in his hand, the otehr standing with his hand on the hilt of his sword — filled his sight. He shook his head, raising a hand to his forehead.
What was that? He asked himself, looking back up at the enormous beast.
“Harper?” Eli’s voice was a whisper. “Squeeze my hand once if you’re okay, twice if you’re not. If you’re not then start backing away very slowly, okay.”
Harper squeezed once. He heard Eli take a shaky breath. They both flinched as the dragon’s head started turning towards them, blank eyes with a strange light inside focusing on their tiny forms. The dragon’s mouth opened and —
“Sky Child,” An incredibly deep voice rumbled, vibrating the ground from Harper’s feet to his head. “Music Child. Where is the third — War Child?”
They glanced at each other. Harper mouthed I don’t know, and Eli looked just as confused.
“Who—” Eli started, his voice raspy from the shock. He cleared his throat and tried again. “Who are you talking about? War Child?”
The dragon regarded them as if disappointed, and the color of its eyes changed from grey to soft, pale green. “You do not remember our first meeting, Music Child. Why is this?” The dragon leaned in, a huff of breath blowing Harper’s curly black hair away from his face, the floofy part of Eli’s hair recieving the same treatment.
Harper swallowed. Somehow, he felt like he hd to talk to the great creature, like they would have a better chance of walking out of there if he did something. The dragon’s gaze shifted to him.
“Sky Child,” It rumbled. “You have been held high in the esteem of the court. Explain why you do not show recognition of me or this place.”
Harper moved his mouth, but no sound came out. Of course it didn’t. Wordlessly, Eli handed him the phone. Harper didn’t know if the dragon would be able tor ead the tiny lettering, but he held it up in front of the dragon’s face anyway. The dragon read it in silence, Harper fidgeting and worrying. Eli wasn’t faring much better.
“I see,” the dragon said at last, retreating a little. “Sky Child has lost memories from life until this morning. Music Child does not know his son. And neither know War Child. The better, I believe.”
“Wait,” Eli said, frowning. “Son?”
The dragon’s nostrils flared, and when it spoke it sounded amused and . . . a little sad. “Yes, son. Have you lost your memories as well that you do not know your own family? Your family has trained Dragon Singers for generations, but Sky Child is the most dragon-like to date.”
Harper and Eli looked at each other with wide eyes. Maybe that explained why they were so easy and comfortable around each other. And why Eli could tell what Harper was thinking a lot.
Well . . . Harper typed. Who is War Child, anyway?
The dragon regarded them with impassive eyes. “Someone violent and better not mentioning for too long,” the dragon said finally.

[DeMaizu]

I can send the (also half-assed {I can stop saying that if it's too explicit}) begginning of this to anyone who wants it. I haven't finished that part, yet, either, so if you do want it then don't expect too much.

[BucketORandomness]

I finished the thing in time! [insert insane giggle here] I know it's pretty rough, but I really don't feel the urge to proofread right now >.<

Now to go back and read everything and see if anyone had any similar ideas...

[Ranger of the North]

XD

[Ranger of the North]

Hey guys! Someone-who-wanted-to-enter doesn't look like they'll be entering after-all, so I'll get to judging asap. HOWEVER. Mum had her baby last night ( ) so Idk how soon that'll be XD Sorry for the wait!

[Musicality]

Awww! Congrats!!! That's totally ok and understandable. Babies are sooo cute <3

[TheSongOfTheStars]

You've got another sibling?!? Congrats!!! No problem about the wait.

[Ranger of the North]

Thanks, guys! <3

Yesss she is sooo adorable <3 <3 <3