I really want to be an author when I grow up! I have tons of stories I'm writing and you'll see them on this page! I'll give you a little bit of writing each week! Sometimes it might be the same story and you'll have to wait for a page of it each week! There will be a new peice of writing every monday!
For now I'm working on a book called Jordan And The Scepter
Jordan And The Scepter
By: Amanda
Chapter one
I am Jordan
I was runnung to save the damsel-in-distress or what I thought was a damsel-in-distress at the time.
Your Probably thinking running? Why is he running? Aren't knights supposed to ride great big gleaming white steeds?
Well the problem is father took my horse Chester away as punishment.
Let me explain I am the prince, Prince Jordan to be exact. I have servants, get everything I demand. It's pretty nice except, I don't want to be king.
Part of it is I like the mischeif I cause as the prince and I don't want to do all of that work my dad has to do. The other part is once I become king I'll lose my power.
You see every prince or princess has a power unfortunatly you lose that power once you become king or queen. Something about a curse that was put on us long ago by a sorcer who was angry with the royalty for putting his son to death.
Well let me back up a little to how and when I was punished.
I was looking at the ceiling there was nothing else to do. When I heard footsteps pounding up the stairs.
“Not another lesson Frank” I heard my mother say.
“He needs to learn” my father answered
“Oh alright but don't yell this time “ she said back.
“I didn't yell I was just talking.....rather loudly”He said.
This is the second page of Jordan And The Scepter
I ran to my closet and got my emergency rope, a bunch of silk and velvet blankets tied together. I tied it to my bed, _ just as I practice everyday, my record is 30 seconds _ then flung it out the window grabbed my emergency pack then slid down.
I bounded to the stable and started rubbing Chesters gleaming black coat with mud.
“Another emergency” Chester groaned. Your probably thinking woah there are talking animals in this story, The answer is no. Talking to animals is my power. To everyone else it sounds like meowing, barking, mooing well you get the point to me it sounds like our language. Yeah it sounds kind of wimpy, but it's not, actually it is the second best power there is the first is shapeshifting, it's very rare though if you can turn into anything you can do anything. Talking to animals is second best because all the animals put together could do anything you know some fly some run some jump high ect. And if I can talk to them I can ask them favors! Pretty cool huh? Well back to the story. “Sorry Chester but yes another lesson” I answered. “You'd think he would learn after you filled his crown with that strwberry jam” Chester said.
“Yeah” I laughed. “And the time I tied his foot to a bull”!
“And the time you filled his boots with water”!
“And the time....”
“Jordan!” my dad yelled from my window.
“ Uh oh” I said
I threw on some peasents clothes and jumped on Chesters back and we rode down the path.
We were in the village a few hours later and I rode right past into the forest. I threw a blankets and a pillow to the ground then layed another blanket on Chesters back. I tied Chester to a tree. “I'll be back in a few minutes” I told him. “Do you have to tie me up?” he complained. “Yes” I said, “you remember what happened last time!” “It was a spider don't tell me your not afraid of spiders!” “Well your lucky!” “You don't have to listen to them” I shuddered. All they talk about are their webs and and their thirst for blood! “It's creepy!”Then I bounded into the forest. I looked around for some dry old pieces of wood. “I better look out for dragons” I thought. Most animals like me but griffins, werewolves, and dragons are a different story. They only like you if you have done them a favor or it's your power. I looked up at the darkening sky and seeing nothing on the hunt I ran into a clearing and picked up some wood then ran back to the safety of the trees.
I started a fire as soon as I got back to the camp and decided I had better stay up and keep watch. A few hours later the sound of Chesters soft breathing and the crackling of the fire was lulling me to sleep. Snap out of it I thought but as I thought it I slumped back on my blanket and fell asleep.
I had made a horrible mistake but I wouldn't find out until the morning.
Chapter Two
The Fire
I woke up with a mouthful of ash I coughed violentley and heard Chester screaming “Jordan! Jordan! Help me I'm tied up!”
I jumped up and looked at my burning surroundings. “Jordan!” Chester yelled again. I ran over to him and and started clawing at the thick rope. “Why oh why didn't I bring a knife” I said unhappily. Chester stamped nervousley “ Please hurry” .
I started unraveling the rope when a flame burst up catching on it. Chester screamed and strained forward breaking the frayed rope. I jumped on his back and hit the fire with my bare hands putting it out. Hardly feeling the burns forming on my hands. “Run Chester!”
Chester didn't have to be told twice and in an instant he was running with all his strength to the opening of the forest.
The villagers were throwing bucket after bucket of water on the fire when they saw a ashy faced 15 year old on a horse bound out of the woods. They looked for a second longer then they hurried on trying to put out out the fire again.
“They can't put it out” I whispered. “ They'll never make in time”.
Then I saw it I ran toward the water tower and started scaling the smooth surface.
Everyone stopped mid-bucket to watch. “What's he doing?” Someone yelled. “He'll be killed”! Yelled another.
With every comment they made I looked down and more sweat formed on my hands. The first rung of the half of the ladder that didn't break off last year, came into view.
I was slipping I thrust my hand forward grabbing the rung just as my grip on the slick tower was lost.
I heaved myself up to the next rung and made my way up to the top. By the time I was at the top I was out of breath. I saw the first hay roof catching on fire. “No” I gasped. And swung open the latch and the hatch was forced open by the water. Water ran out of the water tower and flowed off the edge splattering to the cobblestone street. It ran into the forest. The river grew and grew rising higher and putting out more flames. The villagers were getting buckets of water and put out the fire on the roofs. The rushing water was to strong for me especially after that long cilmb up.
It pushed my legs out from under me and before I could yell I had landed on my rear and was sliding down toward the edge.
