The Last Maoar

Chapter 1

"Ow! Leave me alone!" I yelled as the students continued to hit me. This happens most of the time. Sometimes, the teacher saves me from it.

"You're such a sissy." the oldest boy, Set, taunted me. Set had black hair, green eyes, muscles (he wrestles), and is 17 years old.

"Comm is a sissy! Comm is a sissy!" the other boys chanted.

"No I'm not!" I yelled as a fist hit a tender spot.

"If you're not, why aren't you fighting back?" When he said 'back' he punched me in the stomach.

"Oomph!" My breath was pushed out of me as I hit the ground. I was flailing around like a beached fish, trying to catch my breath.

"Ha ha ha! This is the funniest yet! I should've do that ages ago!" Set laughed.

"Done what ages ago?" asked a voice.

"M-Mr. Dall. H-How are you today?" Set asked.

"You need to get that stutter looked at, Set. What are you guys doing?" Mr. Dall asked. Mr. Dall looks about 32, has silver hair, brown eyes, and teaches karate.

"We're playing fish. Er, well, I don't know what it's called, but we are fishermen and Comm is a fish. We just caught him." Joey, the second-oldest boy said, which was a lie. Joey has blond hair, blue eyes, is 17 years old, and has a skinny frame.

"Where's the net?" the teacher asked.

"It's invisible." Johnny, the youngest, said. Johnny has dark blue eyes, curly brown hair, is 15, and wrestles.

"Invisible? I didn't know they made those."

"He means imaginary." Dec said. Dec has light brown hair, hazel eyes, is 16, and has a normal build.

"I understand. Do you take turns being the fish?"

"No. Comm won't let us. He says that with his pale skin, blue eyes, curly light brown hair, and normal build makes him perfect for a fish. Also, that he's 16, which he says is a proper age for a fish." Set said, completely lying.

"What? That is a complete lie! Fish only live for about five to ten years! Plus, we aren't playing a game!" I said, after I caught my breath.

"We're not?" asked Set, malice in his voice.

"N-No." I said hesitantly.

"Then what are you boys doing?" asked Mr. Dall, who was watching the exchange.

"They're.....We're wrestling." I said, defeated. If I had said that they were bullying me, they would have waited for me after school. (We have recess now.)

"That's not what it looked like to me." Mr. Dall said.

"Then what did it look like Mr. Dall?" asked Johnny.

"It looked like you were...Hmmm, how do I put it? Practicing."

"Practicing for what?" I asked.

"The karate tryouts today." No one like karate.

"Yeah! It was Comm's turn to be the punching bag!" Joey said.

"Then I look forward to seeing you there Joey." Mr. Dall told him and left. Mr. Dall isn't that bright.

"Thanks a lot guys! Now I have to try out for karate! I don't want to!"

"Your fault." Set smirked at Joey, "This isn't over wimp." he said to me.

I was grateful to Mr. Dall. I get at least 15 minutes of free time now. (The rest of recess.)

The next class was history. It's my favorite. I love hearing about the old kings and the knights and how they win their brides. Of course those stories are fairy tales, but some of them are true. Like the one about the Maoar and the Prince. I've never heard the story, but Mr. Harv has told us the title. He tells us a story every day. Except for yesterday. He had a doctor's appointment.

When I walked into the room, Mr. Harv was saying, "Class, find your seats very quickly. This is a story you don't want to miss." So, everyone quickly found their seats. And he started. (Of course, the bell had rung already.)

"Now, who has heard of 'The Maoar and the Prince'?" several people raised their hands. "Good you should have been listening. As you know, Maoars are extinct. But they weren't back then. They were plentiful and some of them could talk to certain humans." Someone raised their hand. "Yes Aap?"

"What kind of humans?" he asked.

"The humans that were chosen to learn the language of the Maoars." he answered.

"Was the Prince taught the language?"

"No, he wasn't. In fact, the person who 'inspected' him said that he wasn't brave enough to talk to them." he explained.

"What do you mean 'wasn't brave enough?" Aap asked.

"Let me tell you about Maoars. They were huge animals. We are as big to them as a baby rat is to us. They come in a variety of colors. The only color that no one has ever seen is black. The strongest and best Maoar is a white one. They have spines on their wings, on the top and bottom of their head, at the base of their legs, and on their necks. They used every single one of those spikes for defense and attack. But mostly defense. They were docile creatures. They have two rows of teeth that are really sharp." Mr. Harv said.

"Have you seen one before?" asked Avita.

"Unfortunately, no. I've only seen a stuffed one."

"Why are they extinct?" she asked.

"People hunted them for their neck spikes. Those were poisonous. One drop could kill 100 men."

"Can you tell us the story now?" I asked.

"Sure. Any other questions?" no one answered. "Good." he proceeded to tell the story.