APOLLOS' POV, 2 DAYS AGO.
I walk into my tent, dirty and bloody.
Pandora shuffles in, and flops onto her bed.
I ask, "Sore?"
She nods, wimpering.
She'd suffered a blow to the wing joint.
I taie some salve out, and begin to massage the injured joint.
She wimpers and lashes her tail, but doesn't fight me.
I finish off the container, and wrap a bandage around it.
I ask, "Want me to take the armor off, Pandora?"
She nods, and I get to work.
Soon, all her sticky armor is off.
She sighs contently.
I call warm water, and washer off.
Soon, her scales shine like diamonds. Her bandage is still dry, so I don't need to fix it.
I quickly wash myself, not really caring.
I shake the water from my hair, and lay down on my bed.
I hear a knock on the door, and groan.
I stand up, and open it.
A man in dark clothes is at my door, only his eyes showing.
Pandora is in her tattoo, so he night think he has the wrong soldier.
I ask, staring threatening into his amber eyes, "Who are you?"
He whispers, "Urhhhhunclehhhhh."
I look at him, questions echoing in my head.
I jump to a conclusion, "SNAKE!"
His eyes have firey amusement in them, scaring me inside.
I stare, and ask, " What do you want from me?"
He whispers into the dark night, "Oh. Tsk! Tsk! Apollo! That isn't any way to speak to me."
Then, he's gone.
I walk to the mess tent, for a small snack of bread or grapes.
I grab a few grapes, and walk back to my tent.
My breath fogs up the air, and I sigh.
The cold season is coming.
I'm not bothered by the cold, but the snow will make fighting in this sluddgey mess worse.
I walk back to my tent, and see a hasty note scribbled on the door.
It's my fathers' writing.
I read it, unsure.
I bring it into my room, and sit on my bed.
I flick my legs onto the bed, and really read the page.
I choke on my grapes.A scroll falls on to my lap.
I unroll it, and nearly faint.
I whisper, "I'm the dragon prince?"
I ask, "Who's the king?"
The paper glows, and more writing appear.
It has in bold letters, "YOU! A false king is ruling all but Smogglem. You are the one meant to rule."
I grip the bed.
I cry in dispair, "I just found them! Now I've lost them!"
I hold my head in my hands.
Tears trickle off my face, into palms.
I hear the general coming, so I hide the scroll and last part of the note. The part about the information,
I hand the rest to him.
He walks out.
I grab a pen, and paper.
I scribble quickly, telling Libby about my situation.
I fold it, and stuff in an envelope.
I melt some sparkly white wax I got from Lance. It replenishes, and won't open until the intended person opens it.
I whisper to the magic wax, "Libby."
It shimmers with the sound waves, and I use my stamper to imprint an "L" onto the wax as I seal the envelope.
I write Libbys' full name on it
Libby Tib
I find the paper boy, and give him the envelope.
He smiles, and trots off to put it in the outgoing box.
I walk back to my tent, and hold my head in my hands.
YOU ARE READING
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...