The Knight of the Red Dragon - Part Three

The red knight spied me. "Ah, ha! So, Margaretha, you thought you could escape me. Well, you'll never be able to escape me," he said. He laughed heartily, and I felt shivers go down my spine. He turned to his men. "Come. Bring her to me."

Two men climbed off their horses, and slowly but steadily towards me. 'Run! Run now!' I thought. But I could not. My body would not obey my mind. They grabbed my arms and started to drag me. I thrashed about and tried to pull away, but their strength was as two, strong steel bars. They succeeded in dragging me over to the red knoght and lifted me up to the knight, while the knight grabbed me. "Let go of me!" I cried.

"Hey! That's my sister! Let her go!" said Ben. He charged towards the two knights, but the other three knights grabbed Ben's arms and held him fast. The first two knights turned towards Ben, and walked over to him. The red knight pulled the reigns of his horse, and began to ride away. I looked over the shoulder of the red knight, and watched in horror as one of the knights punched Ben. "Hey! That's my brother! Ben!" I screamed. The red knight ignored my pleas, and I could do nothing but helplessly watch as my brother was unched. Ben becane more and more distant to my eyes as the distance between us grew farther. Soon, I could see him no more.

The Knight of the Red Dragon - Part 2

I hit the ground violently. I sat up, and saw dirt fly up into the air and fall back down. I looked around and found myself in a forest. "Ben, where are you?" I asked. I looked around, but he was no where in sight.

A faint cry rang out from the trees. "Eve-e!" said Ben. I followed the cry and found Ben lying on the ground. I picked him up, and brushed the dirt off his clothes. "Are you okay?" I asked. Ben nodded his head.

A soft, clomping sound rang out of the trees. "What was that?" I asked. "Horses!" said Ben. He moved towards the sound.

Out of the trees burst several men on horseback. They wore armor and chain mail. The most prominent member of their group wore a red tunic; the others wore white tunics. Despite the shock I felt, I had no doubt about whom those men were.

The Knight of the Red Dragon - Part 1

By Jessica Oswalt

If you really to know, yes, I was the one who started it all. I forced Ben to come to the fair with me and wear the peasant clothes that accurately portrayed what a peasant would wear in the Eleventh Century. Of course, Ben was not thrilled; he does not care for anything old or historical. All he cares about is whether or not a new packet series of Magic cards has come into the stores. I, of course, wanted to impress upon my brother the importance of what has happened in the past; every event sets of a chain reaction that reverberates into today.

At least I thought Ben only cared for Magic cards; I never expected him to drool over all the different weapons and armor with big, bulging eyes. Nor, did I ever expect him to run to that tent. Yes, that tent was weird. I had never seen that shop before. Lady's Magic in bright, gold-laced, red violet letters was splashed across the front.

Ben's eyes bulged out of his head at the sight of the word, magic. "Eve-e! Eve-e! Look! A magic shop!" he said. He grabbed my arm and yanked it so hard that I thought it would no longer be attached to my body. Reluctantly, I followed him inside.

"Oh, wow!" gasped Ben. He walked over to a large, purple, glass ball on a wooden stand.

"Whoa! Hold on a moment!" I said. I grabbed Ben's shoulder. "That could break, and I wouldn't be able to pay for it." Ben groaned and rolled his eyes. I glared at him and he stuck out his tongue.

"Can I help you?" asked a voice. I staggered backwards. Before Ben and I stood a raven-black, curly haired woman with a horribly crooked nose. She was dressed in either a dark blue or purple, flowing gown.

"Oh, we were just-" I started, but before I could say anymore, Ben cut in. "Do you have any magic books?"

"Magic books? Sure, I have one you might like," she said. She smiled and I shivered as chills went up my spine. She pulled out an old, leather-bound book with green and red geometric shapes. I could tell it was very old, and I was instantly drawn to it, with eyes just as large as Ben's.

Carefully and gently, I opened the book, and Ben and I leaned into the book. Inside, I could just barely make out the faint handwriting on the vellum page, and below the handwriting, a large, red dragon was spread across the bottom of the page. I began to read, "Oh, yea who see this/ know yea the red dragon lives./ A knight with might and a light, red gem/ at first light/ brings a new night." I looked back at the writing. "What? That doesn't make sense," I said. I felt a low rumble beneath my feet, and when I looked up, I saw that the tent was shaking violently. Everything around me began to turn into a bright, white light, and I could do nothing but shut my eyes. I heard a loud roar and could feel my body being knocked down by a strong force.

The Blerial is Coming!!

What is a blerial? A blerial is short for a blog serial. In other words, a story, book, novel, etc., that is posted on a blog in a serial form. In other words, it is just like the serialized stories printed in the newspapers.

(If you are wondering where I came up with the word blerial, I made it up. I just combined the word blog and serial together. I just thought it sounded interesting.)

Anyway, I will be posting part of a story soon, but that will only be when I have more time than I have at the moment.

About This Blog

This blog is where I will write my novels, stories, etc. I will post by parts of chapters as writing one whole chapter at time will be too long for people to read to on the internet. I can't guarantee whether or not I will post daily, but I will post probably at least once a week or more. So, come join me on this writing journey.