Post by americanhuntsgirl on Dec 16, 2005 20:36:26 GMT -5
PLEASE PLEASE DONT KILL ME I BEGG YOU!
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The battle was over. They had fought a long hard war between the magical creatures and the Huntsclan.
Thorn sat on one side of the room with several cuts and minor injures. Her left upper arm was bleeding slightly and it was the same with her other arm and her leg. Her mask had been pulled of and her long braid was now a nightmare.
On the other side of the room sat The American Dragon. He had no damage just a weird felling that still haunted him. He was sure the Rose had been the Huntsgirl, but he didn’t know if it was true.
(A/N: Thorn and Jake didn’t know that it was each other)
Thorn glanced over at the dragon. Something about him seemed so familiar but she just couldn’t put her finger on it. She looked over into the middle of the room to see her hunts-staff lying on the middle of the floor. She made a dive for it and grabbed it before Jake could.
“This ends now!” said Thorn in her cold tone.
She made a dive at Jake and then pulled out something that would tie him up out of her pocket. Thorn threw it at Jake and next thing they both knew Jake was tied up and Thorn’s Staff was glowing green. The same color it would when it was ready to slay a dragon.
Great Here goes my once a chance to be the American Dragon. Jake thought to himself as Thorn drew closer to him, with her staff glowing in her hands.
“Finally! It ends here Dragon ” said Thorn as she came to Jake with the staff.
Thorn made a run in for the Dragon. The staff glowing. She hit the button. The flash of Green light came into her eyes.
The American Dragon hit the floor dead.
Thorn smiled then something about him . . . Something about him seemed so. . Familiar but what? Then her smile was gone as she took a better look at the boy.
He had black hair with a trim of green, a red and yellow jacket and blue shorts. Then she knew who he was.
It was Jake Long.
Thorn stood there in shock. It was Jake! And he was dead!
She did her best to hide her tears coming into her eyes. She ran to him sat down, flipped his body over for proof that it was Jake, and then she started to cry over him.
Why? Why Jake? Why was it him? Rose thought to herself. If only I would have known. If only someone would have told me. He wouldn’t be like this. He wouldn’t be dead. I wouldn’t have killed him. I would have quit the Huntsclan. What went wrong?
She looked up and whipped the tears from her face. And then muttered.
“I’m sorry”
The end . . . .
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The battle was over. They had fought a long hard war between the magical creatures and the Huntsclan.
Thorn sat on one side of the room with several cuts and minor injures. Her left upper arm was bleeding slightly and it was the same with her other arm and her leg. Her mask had been pulled of and her long braid was now a nightmare.
On the other side of the room sat The American Dragon. He had no damage just a weird felling that still haunted him. He was sure the Rose had been the Huntsgirl, but he didn’t know if it was true.
(A/N: Thorn and Jake didn’t know that it was each other)
Thorn glanced over at the dragon. Something about him seemed so familiar but she just couldn’t put her finger on it. She looked over into the middle of the room to see her hunts-staff lying on the middle of the floor. She made a dive for it and grabbed it before Jake could.
“This ends now!” said Thorn in her cold tone.
She made a dive at Jake and then pulled out something that would tie him up out of her pocket. Thorn threw it at Jake and next thing they both knew Jake was tied up and Thorn’s Staff was glowing green. The same color it would when it was ready to slay a dragon.
Great Here goes my once a chance to be the American Dragon. Jake thought to himself as Thorn drew closer to him, with her staff glowing in her hands.
“Finally! It ends here Dragon ” said Thorn as she came to Jake with the staff.
Thorn made a run in for the Dragon. The staff glowing. She hit the button. The flash of Green light came into her eyes.
The American Dragon hit the floor dead.
Thorn smiled then something about him . . . Something about him seemed so. . Familiar but what? Then her smile was gone as she took a better look at the boy.
He had black hair with a trim of green, a red and yellow jacket and blue shorts. Then she knew who he was.
It was Jake Long.
Thorn stood there in shock. It was Jake! And he was dead!
She did her best to hide her tears coming into her eyes. She ran to him sat down, flipped his body over for proof that it was Jake, and then she started to cry over him.
Why? Why Jake? Why was it him? Rose thought to herself. If only I would have known. If only someone would have told me. He wouldn’t be like this. He wouldn’t be dead. I wouldn’t have killed him. I would have quit the Huntsclan. What went wrong?
She looked up and whipped the tears from her face. And then muttered.
“I’m sorry”
The end . . . .
