Frotmore the Good one

Discussion in 'Fan Fiction' started by Metal_Militia, Sep 3, 2012.

  1. Time for next part
     
  2. I start running away from the house....BOOM! I stagger backwards the sword flying away"wh-wha? What just happened?!?!" i watch the sword fly away and a regular iron sword floats into my hand. "WHOA!!!" i yelled. I slowly got up and started running faster away sweating, breathing hard, and looking for something to ride. I continue to run down the cobble street ignoring the on-comers.....WAM!"Where do you think you're going?" says the man who close-lined me. I hold my neck choking and croak "You almost killed me!" i cried. "WALK IT OFF! Now get inside!!" he yelled. "Y-yeah ok-k" i walk inside behind him seeing something that may have changed my life forever, a full sized dragon. "See i'm a dragon rider like you" he says. "ok?" i say nervously. "I heard about your 'quest'" he said. "HOW?!?" i scream. "It's all over town" he said calmly. "So were doing this together?" i whisper. "Yes." he said. "Get some sleep, we have a long day tomorrow." and i went upstairs and went to bed.
     
  3. Lol you should so put in romance ahahaha it would be really great! .... Or not!
     
  4. I will haha, just you wait
     
  5. Really? OOOOH GOODIE!
     
  6. Sorry ill make another part tonight hopefully
     
  7. *starts writing*
     
  8. your killing me!
     
  9. I wake up the next morning, looking quickly at my surroundings, lost for only a second. Then I remember my horrible fate, I sigh and slowly get out of bed, yawning.

    "Good morning Frotmore", I say wearily.

    "Good morning Drakian", he says in my mind, "When should we leave?"

    "Soon, very soon", I say as I put on my clothes.

    "Very well," he says, then gets up from next to now taller than me, just by a few inches.

    "You've grown a lot", I say. I walk down the stairs chuckling to myself.

    "Of course I have, I'm a dragon! The greatest creature in the world!" he says selfishly.

    "Don't get full of yourself" I say angrily. I walk into the 'living room' and say "Hello sir, thank you for letting me stay"

    "Don't mention it", he says. "We should get going..."

    "Ok, FROTMORE LETS GO!" I yell.

    "Okay", he says. BOOM!!!! "I TRIPPED AND FELL!!!!!" he cries.

    "Walk it off, we have to go", I say stubbornly.

    "Okay..." he says.

    And we walked out, seeing the world ahead of us and we already had our first battle and it would not be easy.