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Av PL Forstrong :: Tuesday, February 06, 2007 :: Läst 458 ggr ::
0 kommentarer :: Genre: Äventyr, Fantasy
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Jag skrev denna i skolan. den är inte rättad men jag har försökt så gott jag kan. Den handlar om en kille som slåss mot en drake m.m.
White horse
I stand on the ground. It was hot. Really hot. My favourite colour used to be yellow, but not now. The ground was yellow of the hot fire. And the dragon front of me was of cores yellow. My eyes were blind. I couldn’t se, but I did anyway. If I want to, I did it.
This was not fantasy. It was real. And I could see it with my blinded eyes.
The yellow dragon was front of me, and he wanted me to lunch. I know it, because he’s tried to eat me up. Dragons are big and hungry, always!
I tucked my silver knife and showed the dragon. He must know, if he want to fight back.
- Common! I screamed.
- Fight for your life!
I tucked my knife in my right hand to get more strength to kill the big animal. It didn’t work. He tucked me with his tong. His big tong!
- My God, Help me!
I screamed as much as I can, but who would here me?
In the stomach was everything black. Not yellow like his outside.
- Hello?
What do I think I’m doing? I can’t say Hello in a stomach! I think I have been crazy of the fight.
Minutes go, seconds go, my life run out slowly. I sat down and hold me around my stomach. I was hungry. The dragon was NOT hungry by the way! I am he’s food. Oh my God, help me, please!
But then, in just two seconds, something started to shine. What is this?! I hold my hands front of my eyes. The light was really strong! I could se it with my own blind eyes! Gosh!
Then, I saw a horse. A white horse.
What was this? Had the dragon eat a horse to?
The horse walks to me with slowly steps. I’ve a little bit scared, but not so much so I scream out loud.
The horse stopped front of me. He, or could it be she, look at me with sad eyes.
- Hello.
The horse gave me light in my blinded eyes. Could he/she mean: hello there, or something?
But a horse can not understand a human…or could they?
- Do you understand the human language?
- Yes I do.
I jumped back and bite me in the tongue.
- Don’t be scared. I’m your friend.
- How could you be my friend, when I never have seen you before?
- I’m your secret friend.
- What are you talking’ about?!
My voice starts to sound very angry.
- I’m your father.
- Stop it!
Everything became silent. My words made an eco in the big stomach.
- Do you remember the big fight in the little country opposite Canada? The country that don’t exist today?
I started to breathe normal, like I didn’t could for two seconds ago. I am busy to think about what he told me. Maybe, I was in life when this happened?
- Where I a little boy when it’s happened?
- Yes, you where. You were my boy, my big little boy who helped dad to fight.
- I did?
- Yes.
I existed when it happened.
Gggggggggg Could it be true?
- If you believe in what I say, I can help you out of here.
- Would you do that?
- Yes, I promise.
I take a step back, to think about it. I sat me down and thanked and thanked.
Question one: Do I believe him?
Question two: Does he tell me the true?
Question three: I will get out of here, but how? Can he really help me?
I thanked about the questions that I had in my head.
The I dropped them. I will not be in here anymore. So, I took my chance and beg him to help me.
- That’s a good decision boy. Common, or else I regret me.
The horse started to make the strong light that he gave me for just some minutes ago.
The big dragon mouth opened high. I started to be a little bit scared, but I remember that dangerous things made me stronger. So I tried to drop my fear as fast as I can.
- Common, jump up on my back so I can take you out of here.
I take my change and jump up on the big horse back.
Out of the mouth we flied, trough teeth and toughs and out to the nature and the open world.
I jump down from the back and take a big breath.
- Wow! That’s what I call fly high and dangerous.
I sat down and felt some butterfly’s in my stumpage. What an experience!
The dragon gave me a scared sine then he flied away.
- Yeah!
- You really like it, hah?
- Yes. It was really fun.
After just some minutes, I started to think about the horse, he shall be my father.
- Well, I think you wonder how I could be your father?
- If I do! Please tell me.
- Like I told you before, it where a fight in the little country opposite Canada, who don’t exist today. You where about 7 years old, and I was a young father. You fallowed me to the big fight in the strange country. I’ve told you to not fallow me, but you did it anyway.
When he told me about it, I started to remember. Yes, it could be true. I se some pictures front in my head.
- Your mother where angry. Not because I get out to the fight. But when she get to know why you where gone early in the morning, she been like a tiger. Very dangerous and angry.
I hold my hands around my stumpage, because it started to hurt.
- Anyway, in the big war you help me to take over the new country. But it didn’t get so good. We loosed, and they destroyed the country from south to west. Yeah, everything! Then they killed the people who tried to safe the country. And one of them was of course me. You saw your own father get killed, the you disappeared from me. From everything!
Your mother starts to make some drinks that could make people to whatever! Animals or dangerous dragons. She made one to her self. And she becomes a dragon.
- You’re kidding me! The dragon, who eats me up, was my own mother!
- Yes, my father said. It where your mother. And when she found my dead body, she pored a drink over me, then I become a horse.
I shake my head. I wouldn’t believe it. My own mother!
My thoughts goes round and round. But then I get the biggest thought in my head.
“Dangerous things and crazy things make my life stronger”.
The end
By Lina -07
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