Book 1: The Doomsday Castle Chapter 5: The Sacred Forest Gnasher made it to the forest first. Alone and scared as the darkness and fog swirled around him. He glanced up at the pitch black sky, ready to swallow Gnasher up. It was then when he heard wingbeats. Stomping. Swords clanging. War cries. Arrows flying. An elf darted out of the forest with a broadsword, his green cloak spinning in the air, and his heavy armor clanking around. His blond hair twirled wildly in the wind. A dragon landed next to him, covered in rocks and gems. Fire curled out of his mouth when he breathed. Last, a yellow, electric dragon swooped down, darting with pure energy. I’m not like them, Gnasher thought. I’m a kobold with a pitchfork in bright blue overalls. Gnasher steadied himself, and braced for what horrible beasts queen Slayer talked of. Hoarding monsters with sharp teeth and wild eyes full of malice. Four figures approached, around the height of the elf on their side. Not very big, Gnasher noted to himself. There were three figures that looked like elves, and a dwarf. And I thought I should be scared. THESE are the monsters were fighting? Gnasher wondered. The elf creatures looked happy and excited to fight. The dwarf looked more like he was dreading every second of this. I bet we would get along. “Hey, you should all just surrender. We're going to destroy you otherwise, so like, you should just not.” said one of the elf creatures, that must have been prince Bow based on his crown. These are humans, then. Why do they have such weird names? Gnasher wondered, the thought keeping his mind of the fact he was about to have to fight this guy. “You could never.” the rocky dragon said to Bow, the massive structure of the flying reptile much larger than the tiny prince. “Yeah right!” said one of the other humans, who was holding a spear. “I bet you couldn't even-” Before the human could continue, the third human had yelped, “What’s THAT?,” while pointing to a huge structure behind the trees. The structure was easily a few miles large, with purple and black towers looming out of the top of it. It looked like a castle, but it had black iron gates and wicked red curtains. The bricks had been quickly painted, as if it was made just before they came. How has nobody noticed this before? Gnasher thought to himself. The big rocky dragon approached the castle, unafraid of what horrible nightmarish beasts could be inside it. He pressed his hand to the door for a few seconds and pushed hard. Instead of opening it, the dragon breathed heavily… fire. The door made of delicate black wood burned as the fire seeped through it. Fire tore into the wood till it was only ash. The rocky dragon seemed amused by the flames and spoke, “Whoopsies.” The gemstone dragon tore off the iron gates and threw them aside, bent and cut. He plowed into the frame of the door, smashing it open, big enough for him to enter. The yellow dragon hesitantly followed the rock one, and then the elf rushed ahead after them. Gnasher felt like had to go after them. So he did. He regretted this decision immediately. The cold, untouched, air of the castle bit at his scales, and the creepy photos. The photos showed demonic beasts, the kinds in stories, the ones that weren't ever seen anymore. Gnasher had a creeping suspicion one lived in here. There was no light in the castle, only candles with purple flames, never growing shorter. Light pink dust floated through the cold, silent rooms. Only a streak of lightning or a boom of thunder interrupted the quietness of the castle. Are the other four in here too? If so, where? Gnasher worried. “Come on.” the rocky dragon motioned toward him. Gnasher clambered after them again. “Guys. We don’t even know each other. We should introduce ourselves.” Gnasher suggested to the group of warriors. “WARRIORS don’t… don’t introduce themselves.” the rocky dragon spoke firmly. The elf glared at the rocky dragon. “How about I start. I’m Fang.” “Nice to meet you. I’m Gnasher.” said Gnasher with a sigh, thankful that Fang wasn’t like the rock dragon. “And I’m Plasma!” said Plasma, who was the yellow dragon. “This old grumpy dragon is Boulder. He’s a legendary dragon who lives in a volcano.” Boulder scowled at Plasma angrily. Boulder announced, “I talk y'know.”, waving his hand to shoo Plasma away. Gnasher could tell Boulder was going to be the leader, whether they liked that or not. Gnasher personally would not like that, as the dragon seemed just as Plasma said: grumpy. I bet Fang and Plasma are much nicer, Gnasher wondered. “What’s this junk?” Boulder yelled as he shattered a pot. “Don’t be so reckless-” Fang started, but it was too late. A purple light darted out of the broken shards, and bounded up the stairs. “AFTER IT!” Plasma ordered, and the four creatures marched up the stairs.
Story by me THOUGHTS ARE IN ITELICS, BUT DID NOT TRANSFER OVER. IF IT SAYS "I" or "WE" IT'S IN A THOUGHT LOL. The rest of the chapter continues below ↓ On this floor, there was a large painting of a demon. The room seemed much darker from the rest, even though there were many windows. The thunder seemed to shake the room. There was no candles in the rocky room, but it flashed neon pink every time they least expected it. The light shot straight toward the painting as if it was to destroy it. Instead, on collision, the painting absorbed it with a flash of black. The room seemed to almost twist, and the painting started to melt away into the form of a dark, shadowy figure. The creature had horns and and wings like a dragon, but stood on two legs and was the size of an elf. A demon. The demon spoke, “Hello there. I’m Darksoul. It’s quite an honor to meet you.” His face told a whole different story.
