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This is book 2 of Fantastica - so make sure you read Book 1 (scroll down below) first!
Fantastica:‘Here, there be dragons’
Dear readers.
We just want you to know, what has happened to us.
can happen to anyone.
Do not take any wrong turns on your way back home.
You never know where you may end up.
Yours sincerely.
Brandon H and Georgia B.
Chapter one
IN WHICH…
They meet a piskie.
“Tag!” shouted Brandon.
He and Georgia were playing ‘tag’.
“Unfair” sulked Georgia “you’re wearing heelys”.
Ting, ting, ting!
What was that noise?
Ting, ting, ting!
There it was again.
“Can you hear that?” asked Georgia, Brandon.
Brandon, who was particularly deaf, replied.
“Yeah, I think so. A bit.”
Brandon, turned his head downwards, to see a small, china-doll-faced little girl.
She had a scruffy fringe and pony tail, which hung over her shoulder.
A potato sack, draped over her as a dress, with daffodil flowers at her heels.
On her head, was a lit candlestick, in a lamp.
“Hello” she said. “I’m Rose”.
Chapter two
IN WHICH…
The piskie gets new clothes.
Georgia and Brandon were not-so-freaked-out, at this little cherub.
(After seeing the Cionac, the ogre and the troll, nothing seems to scare them).
“Aren’t you itching in that sack?” inquired Georgia to the piskie.
“Rather a lot, why?” chirruped the piskie.
“We’ve probably got some clothes for you”
“Georgia” interrupted Brandon, nudging Georgia “what are you playing at? We’ve no clothes that’ll fit her”.
“Oh, you’ll see what I have in mind”.
Georgia and Brandon ran into the house and went straight to Brandon’s bedroom, the piskie, Rose, followed close behind.
“Brandon, get a pair of boxers for Rose,” ordered Georgia.
Brandon, rummaged through his underwear drawer and pulled out a pair of faded, red boxers.
He measured them against Rose; they fit, so he put them on her.
Next, Georgia opened the attic door, on the ceiling.
She ducked down; and went to a pile of black-bags in the corner.
She tugged at the strong knots which held them together and pulled out an ice-cream-pink top, with a princess motif across it.
“D’you think this’d look nice on the piskie, pixie, cherub, the…whatever it is?”
“Yeah, ‘spose so”.
Georgia, put the tee-shirt on the piskie, it was a little baggy on Rose, but she didn’t mind.
Chapter three
IN WHICH…
They meet an elf
The piskie, took off on the front lawn, beckoning them with one of her pin-sized-fingers.
“I think she wants us to follow her,” said Georgia.
“Eh?” said Brandon.
“I SAID, I THINK SHE...Oh, for god’s sake, come on”.
The piskie, sprinted across the dewy grass, towards the gate.
Her face, now turning a light scarlet, her wings flapping slowly with exhaustion.
She stumbled, fell, then got to her feet and beckoned Georgia and Brandon again.
“Hurry, hurry” she panted.
They all stopped at the gate.
And they caught sight of a pot-bellied, little man.
He had small, pointed ears, which were both pierced with golden rings.
He had a large strip of cloth, tied with strong twine, around his waist, acting as a skirt.
With a green tattered shirt; and ancient leather jacket.
“'ello” he chirruped, in a rather throaty voice “oo, are you then?”
“I’m Brandon,” stammered Brandon, “and this is Georgia.”
“No, no. Not that,” he said, annoyed. “What are you, what are you?”
“Er, humans”.
“Yes, that’s what I meant. Now, follow me”.
The elf, led them through damp, underground tunnels, covered in moss; and across land, facing dangerous gremlins.
At last, they came to a familiar sight.
The bridge.
“But the troll’s there,” said Georgia. “Brandon, have you got your pocket-laser?”
“Torch!” Brandon, reached into his back-pocket and bought out his mini-torch.
Georgia took the torch; and edged towards the bridge.
Just like the first time, the planks creaked when she stepped on them, waking the troll.
Suddenly, slowly, the creature emerged, showing it’s crooked nose and cracked ribs.
There was a black scar, where his left eye would have been.
“Oi,” cried Georgia. “Want some of this?!”
Georgia, switched on the torch; and beamed it at the troll’s mouth.
The troll, roared in pain, flailing it’s arms.
It’s arms stopped flailing.
His chest, stopped heaving with each breath.
It gasped, coughed and spluttered.
Let out a beaten groan; and sank to the bottom of the lake.
Chapter four
IN WHICH…
The piskie’s candle goes to good use.
They jumped the hole-in-the-middle of the bridge; and scattered in a pile underground.
They looked up and saw another hole, punched in the surface earth.
“Damn it” scolded Georgia and Brandon.
That was the only thing they could see.
“Rose” said Georgia. Rose, kneeling down. “Could I just borrow your candle?”
The piskie, stood on tip-toe, losing a bit of her balance.
“Here.” She gave Georgia her candle stick.
The candle stick, gave off a dim glow, illuminating the cave.
Golds, roses and silvers, sparkled like glitter on the cave walls.
There were fat, small things bobbing about in the air. heads, long, frilly fronds, hung like with purple shells and glacier-blue heads. Long, glittering capes, hung from their stomachs, like curtains.
“Faeries,” observed Rose, “my friends”.
Rose, chirruped something to the faeries; and the faeries, flew Georgia and Brandon out of the hole in the surface, their long, elegant wings, flapping like a bird’s wings.
Chapter five
IN WHICH…
They ride…on a dragon.
After being brought out of the hole, Georgia, gave the piskie her candle stick back.
“Well, that was very polite of them,” she said.
They dusted their trousers; and tidied their hair with Brandon’s aerosol of 'Shockwaves' gel spray.
Then they saw something not as peculiar, as it would have been, before the Cionac, ogre and troll.
A long, horny, scarlet tail, slithered into the bushes.
Brandon and Georgia, peeked through the gap the tail had made; and there they saw an extraordinary sight.
“Oh, my god” they chorused “Oh, my god, oh, my god”.
There, in front of them, was something long and red, with golden horns, all the way down the back.
It, had a pointed face and cat-like ears, it’s amber eyes, blinked several times, until they met Georgia and Brandon.
“It’s a dragon,” observed Brandon.
“Well, duh,” Georgia was standing, perfectly motionless.
It stared at them for a while.
Then it rose and skulked towards them.
“Children, children,” it croaked. “I’ve been waiting for you.” It’s voice was similar to the troll’s.
“Come, onto my back, I, will fly you home”.
“D’you think he’s safe?” Brandon whispered to Georgia.
“How should I know?”
“Have you ever watched Eragon?”
“No”.
“Come on!” The dragon’s voice sounded angry and impatient.
“Come on, Brandon do as it says.” Georgia was not used to disobeying people. “I think he’s safe”.
“ARE YOU NUTS!?” cried Brandon. “It’s back’s very spiky”.
When Brandon said that, a glimmer of light shone near the dragon’s back, the glimmer (like the ogre) burst into a heap of red powder, that grew into two saddles.
They were made of leather.
They were bister-coloured.
They were of irresistible comfort.
They reluctantly saddled the dragon up, Brandon in front, Georgia on back.
Brandon, held onto the dragons neck. Georgia, held Brandon’s shoulders.
The dragon, scraped his back heels against the ground, flapped it’s huge, scarlet wings, and took off.
Georgia and Brandon, were fifty feet in the air, feeling very scared.
The dragon, stopped in mid flight.
In front of it, Georgia and Brandon, stood two large oak trees, blocking their way.
“Em yas nepo,” said the dragon, under it’s breath.
The trees, burnt to the ground and the dragon passed through.
“What does that mean?” asked Georgia and Brandon.
“Open says me, of course,” he replied, chortling. “I, see your house” the dragon headed down.
Chapter six
IN WHICH…
They get home (as always the end chapter is).
The dragon, landed safely in the back yard, without their mum seeing.
It’s head slid’ therefore flattening hole patches of roses.
“Oh, for goodness sake, those are mums favourite roses!” exclaimed Brandon.
“She won’t see,” said Georgia, “she has hundreds”.
Brandon and Georgia, wanted to do a favour for the dragon, since it had flown them home.
“You can sleep in the barn next door,” they said. “It’s abandoned”.
“Thank you, children.” The dragon, trotted towards the barn.
“Come on Brandon,” said Georgia,“if we don’t get in fast enough, mum’ll kill us."
End of book two
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By Brandon H
Age10
Class 6KR
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