Dragon Blood

Dragon Blood

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One sunny day a teenager was walking back from school he was singing to him self his favorite music when he was stoped by sudden, unexpected storm so he ruched his say in the forest there was a small path with trees above so he didn't get wet will he as walking a purple glow caught the corner of his eye so he turned in the direction of the purple glow and there he saw it a giant purple crystal surouded by some old obsidion like ruins even thought he knew get away and worn an adulte his mind and senses were saying <go, go touche the sacred stone> again and again in his head. And then he touches it and as soon as he touched it he heard à big boom and another boom and another at that point he décided to look behind him ant there it was a purple dragon and then..... O wait we would' t want you to know the HOLE story without reading it now would we.
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Jenny and I were way ahead of the others. He was talking but I was thinking and ignored him. Instead I was enjoying the beauty of nature, looking at all the beautiful trees. Then suddenly one of the trees caught my attention. It was very big, tall, and beautiful. For some reason I was immediately attracted to it. I stopped in front of it and observed it. My boyfriend was still mumbling. I reached out and touched the tree. Then I realized there was writing on it. It looked like someone had carved it with a knife, but the letters looked too good to be made by someone carelessly. Unless they are an artist or something. PINTU KE DUNIA LAIN. "I wonder what's written there," Jenny said. "Entrance to another world," I said, staring at the words. "How do you know what's written there? What language is it?" "I don't know. Somehow, it seems familiar." "How?" "I don't know." I began to feel the words on the tree, then I began to trace the words with my finger. Jenny clung to me as usual. When I traced the last letter of the last word, suddenly a blue light appeared. The light grew into a large ring around the pitch black portal. Without understanding why, I moved towards it. Jenny tried to stop me but she was small and I was strong. We both disappeared from where we stood. Then fell to the ground in the forest. But this forest was different. This was definitely not America.

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