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Whitedragon
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#1 Posted: 19:21:01 01/06/2010 | Topic Creator
The winds were brutal, charging past trees and tearing their bosky leaves to shreds. The rain attacked the towering emerald grass that hissed to intimidate the rain. The rain roared and pinned the grass to the floor, until the grass whacked the rain away. The battle cries raged on, fists in the air. A strudy claw was taken in by gravity. Gravity pulled and pulled until the foot sqaushed a humongus number of grass and rain warriors. The deep eggplant coloured claw glistened, only to distract the rest of the warriors. The battle was silent. The warriors were as still as the cold sub-zero ice in winter. There he prowled with his puffed up beige plated chest. There I watched with my slobbering mouth, oh how much I am yearning he loved me too. My flickering tougue swam in a pool of agglutinative saliva. He was gradually moving towards me, his tenacious legs wiping the surrounding gravity away. After less than a second the gravity rushed back to pull his leg down. I didn't think of him this way before. I only began to think of him this way when I thought. I have never thought before, paticulary love. I've always thought that love was just a game, people are only due for one time, then it's over, because you get bored. I have loved before, but not like this. You could consider it strange, but there are many different kinds of love. Five to be exact. Number one is love where you like them, but you don't realise you don't love them. Of course, number two is love where you pretend to make them happy. That leaves us to number three, the love where you love them, but you are confused whether he loves you back or not - not forgetting number four, where you don't realise they don't love you, which leaves us to number five which is the perfect love. Both members of the couple love each other. That's what my friend Ember told me. Me and Ember have been friends for quite a long while now, two years to be exact. I know two years isn't actually a lot, but it is to myself. Ember tells me she loves Spyro herself. She gets kind of weird when it comes to Spyro, but we are both eqaul in that subject. I finally snapped out of thought, and bulged my eyes. There he was on the floor. Was he dead? I eyed the red liquid surrounding his moitionless body. I felt a tear trickle down my cheek. He can't be dead! He was the only point in my life, and now it's gone. I have a dead dragon in front of me. The chosen one is dead. The tears were coming down faster. Suddenly, Spyro nudged and twitched, turning to other side to catch his eye on me. I saw a group of sqaushed scarlet berries.
"Hello there Cynder," He greeted, standing up and bowing. I began to feel exicted alreadly. My heart pounded fast. I had never felt so relived in my life. Spyro wasn't dead. I have felt realived before, like when I thought the entire world was exploding, I was going to die. But here I am now, nearly touching my eyes at Spyro. I straigtened my legs up to settle myself and cleared my throat. I wanted myself to look my best in front of Spyro. Spyro stared at me and grinned. I didn't know if he forced it or not, but I smiled back.
"Hiya," I said, blinking my eyes and widening my smile. Spyro postioned in a more comfortable stance.
"Weather's clearing up now, isn't it?" He asked, eyes gleaming. I chuckled slighlty out of tune.
"Yeah, you're right..." I drifted away and fell in another series of silence and staring. How could anyone not love that bumpy but awkward feeling when you're in love? Ember skipped towards us, with a massive simper on her cerise face.
"Hello Spyro, hello Ember!" She cried. She seemed very happy, and looked bursting to tell her news. "I just entered a fashion contest, and I'm in the final!" She said. I wanted to impress Spyro somehow. I had to enter it, before Ember could win Spyro's heart.
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