OTICES' POV.
I bark out orders to my student. Rumors say that once he is old enough he will teach all the other Mischief Riders. I believe them. He's got the personality of a warrior and a teacher.
I tell him to dive left, and they do it.
I tell them to fly upside down, kill the dumby, and not loose Apollos' sword.
They did it!
Frick.
I have nothing to teach them for another 11 months! Grrr!
Sunny offers, "Why not what to do in certian situations? Like if the general is taken captive. Or if he's outnumbered? Or if he's captured? Ohhh! What about Instinct, Brain, or Heart? That one can make a great warrior better!"
I mumble, "Instinct, Brains, or Heart, and captured seem like the best options... although I'm pretty sure nobody can capture them. They're fricken Quad Mages!"
Sunny shrugs, "Sometimes surrender will save the battle for ypur side. You know that."
I nod, repling, "Aye. It is. Anyway, let's try it. But how?"
Sunny takes off.
We land near the Mind & Illusion Mage homes.
I walk to Willow's house. She's my sister, and she owes me a favor.
I knock on the door. She swings it open.
I chirp, "I need some help training someone. Your an Illusion Mage, so you can help. Bring Optic!"
I walk away.
Willow calls her dark purple dragon, Optic, and takes to the sky.
I chase after her. Optic suddenly hovers, nearly throwing off Willow.
Her blue eyes are full of fear as she clings to the saddle.
Optic begins to beg forgiveness, and Willow forgives him.
Sunny slows to a stop, not afriad.
I see Apollo and Pandora flying around the course I built to replicate the war zones.
I call, "Apollo! Pandora! Come here!"
Pandora glides smoothly to face us. Her metallic white scales glint like diamonds in the noonday sun.
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Unexpected Heroes
Fantasy"What are you doing climbing up to the heirs room?" Apollo is the crown prince of a kingdom named Arsalon. Arsalon has it's upsides , but mostly down sides. Raids are all anyone thinks about. Arsalon is the laughing stock of kingdoms on the penin...
