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Annalett Chronicles
« Thread Started on May 24, 2007, 9:47am »
Okay... one of two stories of mine. It'll be awhile before I get it all up, because theres like 15 chapters of one section, and 7 chapters of another! (the story is in 3 sections, titled 1) Dragon Sword 2) Dragon Eye 3) Dragon Crown) So... yeah! And please ignore all spelling/grammer errors! I'm working on those!

Annalett Chronicles; Dragon Sword; Chapter 1

A girl, only at the age of twelve, sat on a stool sharpening knives on a stone. The girl's hair was an orange gold that shimmered slightly in the dyeing sun. Looking carefully at the knife she had just finished sharpening, she put it down and picked up another. Now she started sharpening that one. Footsteps could be heard outside the armory door were Annalett worked. The door swung open and a man of average height, that had a fair skin color like Annalett, and happy green eyes walked in the room.
"Papa!" Annalett said, "I'm almost finished sharpening these knives for you shop."
"Good, Anna," the shaggy haired man replied. The man's name was Jacus, and he owned the town of Slandilvillas's only armory and weaponry shop.
Quickly the slim girl finished sharpening the last knife, and set it on a shelf, along with the others, so that customers could look at the selection they had, and chose.
"Now go to the house, and wash up for supper, Anna. You did much help for me today."
"Your welcome, Papa," Annalett said, giggling, and ran to the house.

In the house, a woman that was in her mid thirties, worked pealing potatoes in the kitchen. The house was the floor above the shop, and had three rooms, a kitchen, and living room. The family ate in the kitchen. Annalett's light footsteps could be heard as she walked briskly through the corridor to the only bathing room. She filled the bowl, that was the sink, with water from a big pitcher that was also on the table, and plunged her dirty hands into the cold water, and splashed her face. Picking up a towel that hung on a hook nearby, she dried herself, and went to the kitchen, were her mother was starting to boil the potatoes for the soup they were having for supper.
Just when Annalett entered the kitchen, there were sounds of hooves outside, and screaming, and yelling. Annalett ran to the open window in the kitchen that faced to the front of the house.
"Oh my!" Came Annalett's mother's voice behind her. A band of bandits were attacking the town.
"Dear child, you must go, I will go down to your father and help him keep the bandits away from the house. Grab your brother, and run. He's at his friend, Charlie's house." When Annalett hesitated, her mother pushed her toward the second stair well that led to the back door, and yelled, "Go, Anna! Get you and your brother to safety!"
With that, her mother disappeared down the front stair well, so Annalett had no choice but to go down the back stairwell. When she made it out of the house, she was on a back lane that people rarely used. She ran in the direction she knew her brother, Brendan, would be. She stopped at the end of the lane, and turned to the only direction she could, across the main street. The bandits would most likely see her if she crossed, but she had to get to her brother.
Annalett ran across the main street, which was the widest street in the small town, as fast as her twelve year old legs to run. She abruptly stop when a huge pain that started at her left shoulder and went down to her right hip, her jaw dropped in a silent scream, and as she turned to her attacker, she saw him lift his sword up for a second attack. In the few seconds before she was knocked out from the blow, she saw her attacker's face. His eyes glowed red, his face had many scars all over, his teeth were crooked, shown in the man's grin. And the man's hair was more black than midnight. That was the last thing she remembered that day. Her attacker's face.
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