You should really read part one, down below, in the post called Stories 3.
Sophia’s Battle
(Part two of Sophia’s story. J )
Sophia’s ears swiveled around.
“Did you hear that?” She asked.
“Hear what?” replied Peck.
“Never mind. Don’t you want to go do something else? I get so bored
sometimes drawing the same thing over and over with you or singing and
stuff and doing what you do. Don’t you want to go learn some magic from
Greely, or learn how to battle from Sir Gilbert? I’m soooooo bored!”
“Yeah, I guess I’ll learn some moves from Gilbert. The phantoms haven’t
trespassed in months! They might be up to something…” said Peck.
“Hey, Peck, Sophia. I don’t think ONLY I can help you learn how to battle
phantoms. Greely is the best, so I’ll need his help. I know… I am the
warrior here, but I am not very good at magic…” Said Sir Gilbert. He went
“It’s just the same as real fighting…” began Greely,” You just need to put
your paws,” he glanced at Sophia’s feet,” Or hooves, into this blue starlight
dust. Or, to make it simpler, anything that you usually use to battle anything
that’s solid. Phantoms are an oily, misty substance. Like Mira how she is
at most times.” Sir Gilbert and Greely had taught Peck and Sophia a few
moves, when Graham burst into the battle arena, his key to the Alpha’s
gate dangling from his tail.
“The phantoms!!!! THEY BROKE INTO THE GATE!!!” screeched Graham.
All the Alphas began to charge. As they charged, they gathered blue
starlight dust that Greely always left around. Marco waddled faster than
Sophia had ever seen, and Amelia was growling for revenge. Sophia didn’t
know where to begin. She soon got her answer. A phantom began to
drown her in its dark, oily mist. She stomped on it with her magic-covered
hooves. She nipped at another phantom. She gazed around to see how
everyone else was doing. They were all down. She found herself down,
too. Suddenly, the giant phantom that was suffocating her disappeared,
and an arrow landed on her chest. What in the name of Mira is this… She
gazed around and saw a flood of animals with paws covered and jaws full
of blue starlight dust. A horse with a bow and some arrows was in the lead.
A wolf jabbed a sword into a phantom, and a fox snapped its jaws into a
phantom’s leg. As the phantoms fled, the horse with the bow and arrows
charged towards Sophia.
“Blossom!!!!” whinnied Sophia.
“Sophia!!!!!!!”
“How did you know that the phantoms attacked? How did you know about
the Blue Starlight Dust? Where did you get all these animals?!”
“Okay, first question and the second are answered by-“
“By me.” A pink duck with a black beak and black feet hopped onto
Blossom’s shoulder, “ I am Hypergirl. I flew over the Alpha’s home,
and heard about the blue starlight dust. Then, I saw Graham charge in,
phantoms fifteen cat-lengths behind him. Then I flew back and right then
Blossom adopted me. She gathered her friends and came just in time.”
“Amazing!” replied Sophia.
All the Alphas were okay, and Sophia said goodbye to Blossom. Everything
was all right, and Sophia hoped for more adventures.
Thursday, March 14, 2013
Stories 2
Here's some stories I randomly wrote!
Sophia’s Beginning
Sophia had always heard eerie stories of coyotes, so she always stayed
close her herd. She sometimes heard them howling at night, as she tried to
sleep. She hated the yipping and the ferocious growls and the screeches
of coyotes catching their prey. She hoped it was never her that was their
prey.
One morning, she woke up to whinnies of horror. She gazed around, her
dark eyes laying on a swift glimpse of pale gold. She heard yipping and
gro- Wait, yipping?! She then realized it. Her herd was being attacked by
coyotes
“Run, Sophia, run for your life!!” Her mother shouted. She let out a screech
of
Pain as a coyote lunged for her side. She stomped on its tail.
“Blossom, come on!” Sophia shrieked to her sister. They ran and ran until
they could run no more. Sophia and Blossom plopped on the ground.
Horses don’t do that very often, they probably don’t do it at all, but Sophia
and her sister were so tired, they just had to.
They wandered for days and days, becoming thinner and thinner, and
weaker and weaker. It was hard on their own.
On a hot day, they awoke and heard a rustling sound.
“Blossom, do you hear that?” Asked Sophia.
“Hear what?” Replied Blossom. The rustling came again.
“That!”
Blossom’s ears twitched. “Now I do.” A shadow moved. “Run!” They ran
away from the shadow. There were a few trees where they were. They
ran towards a small, rocky mountain. The shadow was also there. Was
that a shadow? No, Sophia caught a glimpse of blue lightning. Then, an
eye appeared in the shadow. They heard a low growling. They were also
backed against three rocks, one on the left, one on the right, and one
behind them. Oh, no! Thought Sophia, We’re gone! An over-sized sliver and
white coyote stepped out of behind a rock. It was wearing a tail-coat. Also it
was wearing a little thing on its back. There were little wisps of pink around
its paws. It mumbled something. Wait, it could TALK? Sophia was stunned.
The shadow disappeared.
“I am Greely.” It… wait, no, he said, “I am the wolf Alpha, and I come from
Jamaa. A phantom escaped the deep, dark depths in Jamaa. You have
seen to much to stay here. I will call Mira.” He howled a screeching howl.
Suddenly, a beautiful, elegant, blue heron appeared.
“I am Mira. Come to Jamaa, please, and live in peace. I can’t promise you
to, though, because of the phantoms, but if you didn’t come, you would
either die of exhaustion , thirst, and possibly even starvation. In Jamaa, we
have more than you could imagine! Sophia-“
“How do you know my name?”
“I can see nearly everything. Okay, Sophia. You would become an Alpha.
Blossom. You would become a Jammer, just a Jammer, because you
wouldn’t have known to run if it weren’t Sophia. Still, being a Jammer is
better than dying. Most animals would trade their life for a Jammer’s.
“I guess we’ll come to Jamaa…” Said Blossom. Suddenly, Sophia found
herself in a beautiful place.
Sophia’s Beginning
Sophia had always heard eerie stories of coyotes, so she always stayed
close her herd. She sometimes heard them howling at night, as she tried to
sleep. She hated the yipping and the ferocious growls and the screeches
of coyotes catching their prey. She hoped it was never her that was their
prey.
One morning, she woke up to whinnies of horror. She gazed around, her
dark eyes laying on a swift glimpse of pale gold. She heard yipping and
gro- Wait, yipping?! She then realized it. Her herd was being attacked by
coyotes
“Run, Sophia, run for your life!!” Her mother shouted. She let out a screech
of
Pain as a coyote lunged for her side. She stomped on its tail.
“Blossom, come on!” Sophia shrieked to her sister. They ran and ran until
they could run no more. Sophia and Blossom plopped on the ground.
Horses don’t do that very often, they probably don’t do it at all, but Sophia
and her sister were so tired, they just had to.
They wandered for days and days, becoming thinner and thinner, and
weaker and weaker. It was hard on their own.
On a hot day, they awoke and heard a rustling sound.
“Blossom, do you hear that?” Asked Sophia.
“Hear what?” Replied Blossom. The rustling came again.
“That!”
Blossom’s ears twitched. “Now I do.” A shadow moved. “Run!” They ran
away from the shadow. There were a few trees where they were. They
ran towards a small, rocky mountain. The shadow was also there. Was
that a shadow? No, Sophia caught a glimpse of blue lightning. Then, an
eye appeared in the shadow. They heard a low growling. They were also
backed against three rocks, one on the left, one on the right, and one
behind them. Oh, no! Thought Sophia, We’re gone! An over-sized sliver and
white coyote stepped out of behind a rock. It was wearing a tail-coat. Also it
was wearing a little thing on its back. There were little wisps of pink around
its paws. It mumbled something. Wait, it could TALK? Sophia was stunned.
The shadow disappeared.
“I am Greely.” It… wait, no, he said, “I am the wolf Alpha, and I come from
Jamaa. A phantom escaped the deep, dark depths in Jamaa. You have
seen to much to stay here. I will call Mira.” He howled a screeching howl.
Suddenly, a beautiful, elegant, blue heron appeared.
“I am Mira. Come to Jamaa, please, and live in peace. I can’t promise you
to, though, because of the phantoms, but if you didn’t come, you would
either die of exhaustion , thirst, and possibly even starvation. In Jamaa, we
have more than you could imagine! Sophia-“
“How do you know my name?”
“I can see nearly everything. Okay, Sophia. You would become an Alpha.
Blossom. You would become a Jammer, just a Jammer, because you
wouldn’t have known to run if it weren’t Sophia. Still, being a Jammer is
better than dying. Most animals would trade their life for a Jammer’s.
“I guess we’ll come to Jamaa…” Said Blossom. Suddenly, Sophia found
herself in a beautiful place.
Stories 1
Hey, Jammers! Just some stories that I wrote!
Amelia’s Beginning
Chapter one
Amelia was only a kit when she first saw a phantom. She scurried back to her
hole after she had seen it. She hadn’t known what it was so she had decided to
describe it to her mother.
“It had eight tentacle looking things four on each side and it looked like it was
made up of some kind of black water, which made it completely black, except
for its eye. Its eye was just white with a large black dot.” Said Amelia, who was
describing it to her mother.
“It must have been a phantom.” Said Amelia’s mother. “Phantoms are horrible
misty creatures that have haunted Jamaa.”
“What is Jamaa?” Asked Amelia.
“I don’t really believe if it’s real but it is a wonderful place full of wonderful
animals.”
“That sounds amazing! I wonder…” Said Amelia, imagining Jamaa as a place in
the clouds. I really, really want to go to Jamaa. It sounds like the best place ever! I
wonder if it is r-
“Oh! The moon is up! Time for you to go to bed!” Said her mother, interrupting
her thoughts.
“Aww, ok.”
And so Amelia went to sleep.
Chapter two
That very night Amelia had seen the phantom, she had a dream. It was a dream
about phantoms. The phantoms were chasing after every living creature in near
her hole. Her mother screamed at Amelia to run, as Amelia stared in horror as a
phantom grabbed her mother. She had no choice but to run. As she was running,
she felt as if she had the swiftness of a tiger, the fierceness of a wolf, the kindness
of a koala, the happiness of a panda, the bounciness of a rabbit, the quickness
of a seal, and the smartness of a monkey. But most of all those feelings she felt
as if she were a flying heron. She awoke with a start and was happy to see that
the dream was just a dream. Nothing really happened that day and when she
went to sleep again she had the exact same dream! Amelia had the same feelings
as she had the other night and all her friends and family were being kidnapped
by the phantoms. She continued to have these dreams. One morning Amelia
woke up and found that her mother was very panicked. Amelia went up to the
top of the hole and found that every one of her friends were being chased and
kidnapped by phantoms. Her mother screamed at her to run as Amelia stared in
even more horror than in her dream as she watched her mother get kidnapped by
a phantom. She had no choice but to run. As she was running she felt as though
she had the swiftness of a tiger, the fierceness of a wolf, the kindness of a koala,
the happiness of a panda, the bounciness of a rabbit, the quickness of a seal, and
the smartness of a monkey. But the feeling she felt the most is she felt as if she
were a flying heron. This time she knew it was real and not a dream. She stopped
because she was really out of breath. Amelia looked behind her to see that
the phantoms were not far behind. She braced herself for the impact of being
kidnapped but it never came. She stared in disbelief as a giant blue heron shoved
all the phantoms into a black hole. The heron looked at Amelia.
“I am Mira.” Said the beautiful heron. “I come from the wonderful place known as
Jamaa.”
“Jamaa?!” Screamed Amelia in disbelief.
“Yes. I come from Jamaa. I saw your mother and friends get kidnapped, and I can
bring them all back.”
Amelia nodded.
Amelia’s Beginning
Chapter one
Amelia was only a kit when she first saw a phantom. She scurried back to her
hole after she had seen it. She hadn’t known what it was so she had decided to
describe it to her mother.
“It had eight tentacle looking things four on each side and it looked like it was
made up of some kind of black water, which made it completely black, except
for its eye. Its eye was just white with a large black dot.” Said Amelia, who was
describing it to her mother.
“It must have been a phantom.” Said Amelia’s mother. “Phantoms are horrible
misty creatures that have haunted Jamaa.”
“What is Jamaa?” Asked Amelia.
“I don’t really believe if it’s real but it is a wonderful place full of wonderful
animals.”
“That sounds amazing! I wonder…” Said Amelia, imagining Jamaa as a place in
the clouds. I really, really want to go to Jamaa. It sounds like the best place ever! I
wonder if it is r-
“Oh! The moon is up! Time for you to go to bed!” Said her mother, interrupting
her thoughts.
“Aww, ok.”
And so Amelia went to sleep.
Chapter two
That very night Amelia had seen the phantom, she had a dream. It was a dream
about phantoms. The phantoms were chasing after every living creature in near
her hole. Her mother screamed at Amelia to run, as Amelia stared in horror as a
phantom grabbed her mother. She had no choice but to run. As she was running,
she felt as if she had the swiftness of a tiger, the fierceness of a wolf, the kindness
of a koala, the happiness of a panda, the bounciness of a rabbit, the quickness
of a seal, and the smartness of a monkey. But most of all those feelings she felt
as if she were a flying heron. She awoke with a start and was happy to see that
the dream was just a dream. Nothing really happened that day and when she
went to sleep again she had the exact same dream! Amelia had the same feelings
as she had the other night and all her friends and family were being kidnapped
by the phantoms. She continued to have these dreams. One morning Amelia
woke up and found that her mother was very panicked. Amelia went up to the
top of the hole and found that every one of her friends were being chased and
kidnapped by phantoms. Her mother screamed at her to run as Amelia stared in
even more horror than in her dream as she watched her mother get kidnapped by
a phantom. She had no choice but to run. As she was running she felt as though
she had the swiftness of a tiger, the fierceness of a wolf, the kindness of a koala,
the happiness of a panda, the bounciness of a rabbit, the quickness of a seal, and
the smartness of a monkey. But the feeling she felt the most is she felt as if she
were a flying heron. This time she knew it was real and not a dream. She stopped
because she was really out of breath. Amelia looked behind her to see that
the phantoms were not far behind. She braced herself for the impact of being
kidnapped but it never came. She stared in disbelief as a giant blue heron shoved
all the phantoms into a black hole. The heron looked at Amelia.
“I am Mira.” Said the beautiful heron. “I come from the wonderful place known as
Jamaa.”
“Jamaa?!” Screamed Amelia in disbelief.
“Yes. I come from Jamaa. I saw your mother and friends get kidnapped, and I can
bring them all back.”
Amelia nodded.
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