NightStars

Nobody Comes Here!!!

Seriously!!! I NEED MORE READERS!!!

Pi’s story inspired me to write one of my own. Here ya go…

CHAPTER ONE

Liza sat back and admired her handiwork. Two newly finished clay sculptures sat in front of her. The small dragons stood silently, the glaze still drying. One was black with yellow legs, the other mostly blue with white speckles towards the front. Gently, she picked the two dragons up and set them on a shelf with several other clay dragons, bringing her collection up to eighteen. then she flicked off the light, walked out, and closed the door behind her.

There was a small cough. Someone grumbled, “I thought she would never leave,” which presently led to a loud argument with another voice about whether or not Liza would ever leave. “Hush,” someone yelled, and a small red something launched itself into the air. It fluttered over to the two new dragons and said sharply, “Wake up.” The two dragons, as if given life by the voice, started and shook themselves. Then they looked up to see a small red dragon standing in front of them. The dragon cocked its head and stared at them.

“Well? What are your names?” The two dragons only looked at her quizzically. The little dragon sighed impatiently. “You’ve got names, right? Right. If you don’t, make one up, and that’s what we’ll call you. For example, my name is Ferinse but everybody calls me Fice.”

One of the dragons said determinedly, “Well then, my name is- Beauom.” Fice nodded, satisfied, then turned to the black and yellow one. “Malveillant,” he said shortly. “Say, doesn’t that mean ‘evil’ in French?” called one other dragon. Malveillant thought for a moment, then nodded. One by one, the dragons then introduced themselves. Beauom tried to keep track of the names: Gerido, Jurin, Fiir, Terreo, Rhydin, Hilare, Reussi, Vanche, Martiale, Nomre, Jaqo, Finic, Quel, Zezayer, Xeres. And, of course, there was Fice.  Malveillant didn’t seem to be paying attention, but looks can be deceiving. He was paying attention, very close attention, in fact. He was figuring the secret meaning of each name, figuring out which ones he could con into helping him get out of this miserable place, get outside. if he could reach earth,  or even just touch something of the earth, He could be restored. Back to his size, his authority.

He would have his power.