Race To The Castle

[.::Shadowpaw::.]

Race To The Castle

A bright yellow sun shone in the sky, its powerful warmth on everyone's back as they worked outside, tending to their growing crops and walking in the cobblestone road. The light hardly ever grew dim in the town of Sudbury, for it rarely ever rained, yet when it did, darkness attacked.
The Dark Lord Umber's Servants, the Drakvlád, only attacked when no light in the sky could be seen. They were feared everywhere in the land of Svlen, and were said to be more than just Umber's servants... Yet, a spark of hope had come to the land, for a new king to lead them had risen.
King Ravenbeak, as he was now called, had once been a brave knight in Prince Glacierfrost's army. He fought in the Battle of Heartford, and had come back victorious with Prince Glacierfrost. However, tradgedy had struck when Umber's now extinct assasins called the 'Servants of Death' had managed to somehow sneak into the Castle of Light, which had now since been burned down by the Dark Lord struck the Prince dead. 'Fell asleep smilin'!' they said, 'Prob'ly dreamin' of Spikers! Ole' fool always loved those dern' hogs.'
A boy was leaning on his garden wall, looking very smug with his hands in his pockets. His unkempt brown hair and holey graying jeans showed he explored a lot. Probably in the Woods of Xen. He was an orphan, but was old enough to have his own house, however cluttered and dirty it was, and coming up on the age of twenty-one. His most prized possesion was a small silver dragon that was handheld, with piercing blue eyes. He kept it secret, yet he let him, Griffle was his name, wander around the house.
Griffle was a strong little dragon, and although he wasn't as big or as rare as the full-sized real dragons, he was still unique in his own way. He could still do everything a normal dragon could do, including breathe fire and fly. His owner, Shawn, fed him raw chicken meat, but he enjoyed paper much more. In fact, he could survive without food at all, and spit out everything that went inside his mouth.
Shawn smirked, and drew out a shiny red apple. Stolen, perhaps, is what the Watchers/Officers thought as soon as they saw him lift it to his hungry mouth. "Stop!" they commanded.
The apple fell from his hands. Shocked, he froze with fear. As the Watchers grabbed his hands, he pushed them roughly aside. "Hey," he said, raising a fist, "If you don't tell me what's going on, I'll set my dragon on you!" he threatened.
The guards laughed, nearly bowling over, which gave Shawn a chance to escape. He ran, legs pumping so fast he thought he would never stop. "Hey! Stop! Thief!" they called.
So they had thought he had stolen the apple, had they? Well, they had ruined his precious meal! Hey, was it just his imagination, or was the sky beginning to gray? Oh no! He must get home, or else the Drakvlád would get him!
He ran faster, beginning to sweat. "Griffle?" he breathed, "Griffle, where are you?"
A small silver dragon flew from the sky, grabbing onto Shawn's T-Shirt. He took flight, dragging Shawn with him. Shawn squirmed and shouted, desperately trying to hold on longer. A clear, smooth voice rang out from the center of the small town of Sudbury. Although the owner of the voice looked calm, his voice quivered and he seemed uncertain. "Lockdown! Lockdown! The Drakvlád are invading!"
Already Shawn could see the shadowy creatures piling into their beloved town, eerie wails sounding from within their throats. "Go! Get away!" Shawn shouted, surprised that he was shouting at all at the vile creatures.
Citizens of the town looked up, searching for the voice that had shouted. "God is here! God is here!" They shouted, running in circles on the spot.
"Idiots," Shawn muttered. "Idiots."
Hrrr? Griffle asked. "No, Grrrr." Shawn said, "We've gotta get these things outta' town."