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Contest:
Short Story Jamboree


Draik Legends
by heavens__warrior

A dark figure on a hilltop, a silent whisper in the wind... A Draik stood there, peering at the rising sun and the troops of evil Eyries approaching him.

He was a fighter since birth, a loner too. He watched as they grew closer and closer with every pressing second. He lifted his sword and watched as it lit up on fire. The sword he carried was from the ancient blacksmiths of Neopia.

The army grew closer and closer, spears out and as angry as ever. You see, the Draik on the hilltop had stolen the royal crown of the Eyrie king. The Eyrie king was not one to forgive and forget, so he sent his whole entire army out to destroy this Draik.

The Draik took the first action and started running down the hill in the direction of the Eyries. He yelled his famous battlecry! " Awroo! Awroo!" It meant: 'Fight to the death! Fight to the death!'.

The Eyrie's watched as the Draik sped along. He was one of the fastest beings that they had ever seen. The held out their spears and watched as the Draik got closer and closer!

The Draik was now fifty feet away from the Eyrie army. He got closer and closer. Twenty five feet away and he jumped at them! He used his wings to swoop upwards and then swoop back down, taking out a whole line of Eyrie swordsmen.

The Eyries wouldn't have this. Their leader cried out " Fly! Fly!" and they flew upwards, at the Draik. They surrounded him and a whole group of Archers were positioned to attack if the Draik moved.

The Draik looked at his attackers and then tapped his sword on his belly. A whole cloud of smoke appeared, and then a large number of cries and shouts, Eyrie and Draik, were heard throughout the land.

The fight went on for hours, and the smoke slowly subsided. The only thing you could see was Eyries that had fallen. Their limp bodies lay on the ground.

The Eyries that were left attached and attacked whatever they could feel, since they couldn't see.

An hour later, the fighting subsided completely. The smoke was gone. Nothing could be seen, except the bodies of the Eyrie army. The only thing left, was the Draik that stood on the hilltop- staring into the sunset...




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