1956 Loud blasts come from above. Then another, and another. The sound of an explosion echoes. The wall protecting us is gone. It’s gone. I hear a strange chatter of deep voices. The slosh of their boots as they walk through the deep puddles outside of our hiding spot. The sound echoes and I know this is it. They have found us. Creatures walk out of the clearing mist wearing large masks. They look like monsters. The alpha leans down to hug her daughter, comforting her, even though there is no hope. The monsters stand, seemingly taken aback. But I know they aren’t creatures of peace. The leader of the monsters lifts its dart gun and fires at the girl, in a seemingly split second her mother jumps in front, taking the dart. She falls, and the girl shakes her, frantically asking “mom?” She sheds a tear. I rush towards her, staring into her sleeping face, hoping the dart isn’t lethal. I turn my head to face the monster, a look of pure hatred in my eyes. They appear to lower their gun, but of course that was a act to give us a false feeling of safety. After a few moments they raise it, a blast goes off. I see the dart come towards me, the room goes dark. — The diary of a nymph (survived the war, was probably killed shortly after writing this) Chapter 1 Two figures emerge out of the London prison building, one male and one female. Passersby study them, noticing their strange looks, from the way their skin looks too shiny to be natural, their floaty hair, and the matching tattoos of flowers they have on their lower arms and calves. They are dressed strangely, in clothes that looks like it came from the 1960s. The man turns to the woman and puts his hands on her shoulders. “Be careful out there, don’t forget about us.” He whispers hugs her. She smiles and hugs him back and says “I will never forget about you, and I will find a way to free us.” As she turned to walk away from him she noticed that London had changed a lot since she had been a child. She flags down a taxi and smiles back at him as it pulls up. Climbing into the taxi, she instructs the driver to go to a certain address. He raises his eyebrows and then shrugs. “So how long have you been a taxi driver?” She asks. The driver sighs “5 years, why?” “Oh just making some conversation.” Sighing, she looks out the window and studies the people outside. She notices a small girl holding a balloon and her mother. Sadness washes over her, remembering a time when she had a mother. The whole rest of the drive is spent in silence. The driver eventually pulls up in front of a small cottage surrounded by hundreds of types of flowers such as roses, lilies, buttercups, and lavender. After gettting out she pays him and quickly walks away to avoid anymore awkwardness. Ophelia then walked up through the field of flowers on a little path of dirt to the door and knocked on it. In a few seconds a middle aged woman opened the door. The woman went by the name Gerty and was short and had the same skin tone, hair, and had the same face as Ophelia. The look on her face went on from confusion, then understanding, and finally happiness. “Ophelia? Is that really you?” Gerty hugged her tightly. “I thought I’d lost you, are the others still alive?” Gerty asked in a hushed voice, she then looked around as If she was looking for someone spying on them. She quickly led her inside. She sat Ophelia down on a yellow floral couch. There is a book shelf in the corner with a flower pot on it. The wall paper is pink with little white flowers. A little cookoo clock sits above the couch on the wall, it is dark brown with little roses carved in. “Sorry, you never know when their watching..” Ophelia nodded, understanding. Gerty walked into the kitchen and rustled around, preparing tea. There was a sound of a kettle turning on and then the beep when it was ready. A few minutes later she came out carrying a tray with two cups of tea. The tea cup is white except for a gold handle and little gold flakes in the white. Gerty gives her one of the cups and takes the other one for herself. They sat there for a few moments. Then low rumble started to sound. The flower pot falls off the bookshelf and shatters into many pieces. “Oh no, Ophelia, you must leave!” there was an explosion. Ophelia passed out.
Art from google. Sorry I don’t know specifics. Chapter 2 The dust began to clear and out walked a tall man, this man was not to be messed with. Whether it was the way he dressed in all black, his eerily pale skin, or the fact that his eyes looked inhuman, most people decided to steer clear of him. The man walked in the house, although it could be better classified as the site of a meteor strike. Two bodies were hiding under the fallen over clock in the far corner of the room. The man walked slowly closer examining everything until he saw them. His mouth turned up in a blood curdling smile and slowly walked towards them. The figures under the clock saw the feet, knowing it was too late. The man went onto one knee and looked down at them, “Gotcha” he whispered. He takes each ones hand in a firm grip and uses his other hand to whistle. Within seconds a humongous dragon begins to fly towards them. The dragon, with eery white scales and blood red eyes, soon touched down, its body wrapping around the house. The man walks over and stroked the dragon on the nose. It puffs smoke out of its nose in greeting. At first glance it would appear that the dragon was alive, but later, one would come to notice that in in fact was a robot. The man turned a handle sticking out of the dragons side, and it opened up as if it was a storage compartment. He forced Ophelia and the woman into the dragons storage area. There was a great roaring sound from the sky which seemed to startle everyone greatly. The man jumped, and then regaining his confidence, snarled. Looking up at the source of the roar. There was an other dragon, majestic, with scales different shades of blue and beautiful green eyes. On its back were two figures, one, a woman was short with rather puffy hair that she allowed to just fall without tying it up. The other a man, was about medium height and had shaggy shoulder length hair that appeared that it hadn’t been cut in a while. The dragon descended until it was next the robot. The two figures hopped down and faced the man angrily. “Nicholas, What are you doing?” Said the woman. “You have no control over what I do! I can do what I like, I have followers now. People who like capturing, and killing..” said Nicholas. The shaggy haired man looked at him and sighed, “Then we have no choice but to fight you.” The shaggy haired man and the woman started to shake. Within seconds before Nicholas was no longer two people, but two dragons, the same size as the one next to them, with whom they had flown to Nicholas. The two dragons began to charge towards Nicholas, but in seconds he too was a dragon. He began to fly away quickly but this attempt is in vain. The blue dragon flew towards him quickly and bumped into him, causing him to start falling. He turned into a human again and as he was falling, he screamed, “This is not the end!” When he was about to hit the ground, an alley way behind a restaurant, he levitated above the ground. The strange thing was that he seemed unconscious. The dragons flew nearer and they watched as he recited, unconsciously in a voice different from his own. “You thought you could defeat me this easily? You were wrong! There are more of us! You thought that you got us all but you were wrong!” Then Nicholas fell to the floor and he dissolved into a pile off ash.
