Post by Shiryu on Jun 19, 2009 19:31:33 GMT -5
I can't seem to be getting any sleep tonight, so I thought to try my hand at writing a fanfiction. It's the first time I write one on Marvel's characters or in English, hope you like it!
Please let me know of any grammar mistake so that I can correct them!
The title is "The lesson"
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With a deep, furious snarl that made the trees shake and blew away the red clouds of the twilight, the dragon raised its head, immediately fixing its gaze on the new enemy that had appeared and was standing proudly in front of its cave.
The snow-white wings of the warrior’s helmet were glittering with dying sunlight, casting tenuous sparkles on the water of the river dividing the two.
Like a gigantic whip, the tail of the beast snapped, sweeping the air mere feet away from the warrior and hitting menacingly the wall of the mountain behind the creature. A cascade of dust and huge rocks fell.
The hero didn’t move. If there was any trace of fear in his heart, it didn’t reflect in his blue, confident eyes. Other emotions however were distinguishable: confidence in his own strength; respect for the fiery and ancient creature he had in front; melancholy and worry, not for the imminent fight, but for something else. Would he be in time?
The dragon seemed to sense the might of his enemy. He was small in comparison to it, and wasn’t hiding behind shields or numbers, and his only weapon was a war hammer. But there was something instinctively terrifying in his stance, in the almost palpable aura produced by his confidence. For the first time in hundreds of years, the predator felt like the prey.
It snarled again, quickly realizing that his only hope laid in attacking first. Dark, leathery wings unfolded, large enough to almost cover the entire sky. Black smoke erupted from its nostrils, preceding a rain of fire.
The water of the river started to boil for the intense heat, hiding everything in a thick layer of vapour, and all around the warrior trees were set ablaze.
And yet, for another second he didn’t move, apparently oblivious to the attack.
Then, his steel-tight grip closed on the thong of the hammer, making it whirl with the force of an hurricane. Invested by such power, the vapour soon dispersed, the flames flew back, hitting the dragon itself.
“It seems only yesterday that the All-Father ordered that I lay you in the heart of that cave, just a marble-white egg, the size of a warrior’s fist, and yet so many hundred years have passed. You are the last of your kind, the last of the green dragons of Midgard! Proud and noble creature, there is no wickedness smearing thy heart: you do what you must, hunting to survive, killing to defend, vestige of a time swiftly passing behind the thick fogs of time. Soon you shall be but a memory, then a legend, then nothing more… and one day perhaps even us, Gods of the Golden Asgard, will follow such fate! But ‘though it pains my heart to slay thee, my hand must be firm, that the deed may be done! So swears Thor!” cried the prince of the Gods, throwing his mighty Mjiolnir against the dragon and hitting it in the middle of the chest.
The creature staggered, but with a deafening roar its claws shoot forward, hitting the enemy with all their legendary strength.
Bracing himself, Thor met the attack with his left arm, at the same time keeping his right hand open for Mjolnir to come back. Once the hammer was again in his grip, the thundergod whipped the air, shattering the dragon’s claws as if they were mere crystals hit with an unbreakable diamond.
The dragon cried in pain but still fought on, raising its massive tail and blowing a cascade of fire at the same time.
With a saddened look in his eyes, Thor raised Mjolnir to the sky.
“Eternal storm! Roaring winds! Living lightning! Hear the call of thy master! Hear the call of Thor of Asgard! Lend me thy almighty power, slay may enemy, that his pain can cease!” he cried, calling forth the power of the elements.
A barrage of lightning hit the dragon, whose hind legs gave in. At that moment, Thor threw his hammer, hitting the creature in the middle of the eyes.
The dragon’s head rose one last time, then fell silently.
With a grim and sad look in his eyes, Thor reached the fiery carcass, lifting it up and pushing it on its back. Then, having found its chest, he tore it open, tearing out the still warm heart, and wrapped it in his cape.
Without a moment’s hesitation, he threw Mjiolnir up in the air and disappeared in the sky, landing mere instants later much further north, in the middle of a small wooden village.
Immediately, people were around him, eyeing him with hopeful expressions. The village’s elder came forth, not daring to ask the question.
Thor nodded grimly, unfolding the cape to reveal his trophy, and the eyes of the elder lit up. A new hope was clearly visible in them.
“With this… the potion can be completed! The unholy plague that hit our village can be cured… the children will live!” he said joyfully, with tears in his eyes. “You have answered our prayers! Thank you, oh mighty Thor! Thank you!”
The rest of the villagers joined the thanks. Thor nodded once more.
“Never has Thor gone back on his promise! But a great price has been paid for this! Use it well!” he said, before throwing his hammer and disappearing again in the sky.
A few minutes later, he was again on the battle ground. Observing the fallen dragon, he laid Mjiolnir on its wounded chest, then, grabbing its tail, he spun the carcass more and more swiftly, and finally threw it in the night sky. In a flash of light, the dragon exploded, and in its place 17 brilliantly shining stars appeared.
“Father, today I have chosen to condemn one species only to save a few lives of another, dearer one. I do not regret my decision, and yet a layer of sadness covers any trace of joy in my heart. You once taught me that being gods makes the decisions we take all the more dramatic. We can be saviours of scourges, highly beings or lowly demons. But now, for the first time in existence, I realize that we can be both! The stars now welcome the body of my victim, last of the dragons. At night, may its light remind me of the wisdom I have so painfully acquired!”
And from that night on, another constellation appeared in the northern sky, brightening Earth with its radiance.
Please let me know of any grammar mistake so that I can correct them!
The title is "The lesson"
**********************
With a deep, furious snarl that made the trees shake and blew away the red clouds of the twilight, the dragon raised its head, immediately fixing its gaze on the new enemy that had appeared and was standing proudly in front of its cave.
The snow-white wings of the warrior’s helmet were glittering with dying sunlight, casting tenuous sparkles on the water of the river dividing the two.
Like a gigantic whip, the tail of the beast snapped, sweeping the air mere feet away from the warrior and hitting menacingly the wall of the mountain behind the creature. A cascade of dust and huge rocks fell.
The hero didn’t move. If there was any trace of fear in his heart, it didn’t reflect in his blue, confident eyes. Other emotions however were distinguishable: confidence in his own strength; respect for the fiery and ancient creature he had in front; melancholy and worry, not for the imminent fight, but for something else. Would he be in time?
The dragon seemed to sense the might of his enemy. He was small in comparison to it, and wasn’t hiding behind shields or numbers, and his only weapon was a war hammer. But there was something instinctively terrifying in his stance, in the almost palpable aura produced by his confidence. For the first time in hundreds of years, the predator felt like the prey.
It snarled again, quickly realizing that his only hope laid in attacking first. Dark, leathery wings unfolded, large enough to almost cover the entire sky. Black smoke erupted from its nostrils, preceding a rain of fire.
The water of the river started to boil for the intense heat, hiding everything in a thick layer of vapour, and all around the warrior trees were set ablaze.
And yet, for another second he didn’t move, apparently oblivious to the attack.
Then, his steel-tight grip closed on the thong of the hammer, making it whirl with the force of an hurricane. Invested by such power, the vapour soon dispersed, the flames flew back, hitting the dragon itself.
“It seems only yesterday that the All-Father ordered that I lay you in the heart of that cave, just a marble-white egg, the size of a warrior’s fist, and yet so many hundred years have passed. You are the last of your kind, the last of the green dragons of Midgard! Proud and noble creature, there is no wickedness smearing thy heart: you do what you must, hunting to survive, killing to defend, vestige of a time swiftly passing behind the thick fogs of time. Soon you shall be but a memory, then a legend, then nothing more… and one day perhaps even us, Gods of the Golden Asgard, will follow such fate! But ‘though it pains my heart to slay thee, my hand must be firm, that the deed may be done! So swears Thor!” cried the prince of the Gods, throwing his mighty Mjiolnir against the dragon and hitting it in the middle of the chest.
The creature staggered, but with a deafening roar its claws shoot forward, hitting the enemy with all their legendary strength.
Bracing himself, Thor met the attack with his left arm, at the same time keeping his right hand open for Mjolnir to come back. Once the hammer was again in his grip, the thundergod whipped the air, shattering the dragon’s claws as if they were mere crystals hit with an unbreakable diamond.
The dragon cried in pain but still fought on, raising its massive tail and blowing a cascade of fire at the same time.
With a saddened look in his eyes, Thor raised Mjolnir to the sky.
“Eternal storm! Roaring winds! Living lightning! Hear the call of thy master! Hear the call of Thor of Asgard! Lend me thy almighty power, slay may enemy, that his pain can cease!” he cried, calling forth the power of the elements.
A barrage of lightning hit the dragon, whose hind legs gave in. At that moment, Thor threw his hammer, hitting the creature in the middle of the eyes.
The dragon’s head rose one last time, then fell silently.
With a grim and sad look in his eyes, Thor reached the fiery carcass, lifting it up and pushing it on its back. Then, having found its chest, he tore it open, tearing out the still warm heart, and wrapped it in his cape.
Without a moment’s hesitation, he threw Mjiolnir up in the air and disappeared in the sky, landing mere instants later much further north, in the middle of a small wooden village.
Immediately, people were around him, eyeing him with hopeful expressions. The village’s elder came forth, not daring to ask the question.
Thor nodded grimly, unfolding the cape to reveal his trophy, and the eyes of the elder lit up. A new hope was clearly visible in them.
“With this… the potion can be completed! The unholy plague that hit our village can be cured… the children will live!” he said joyfully, with tears in his eyes. “You have answered our prayers! Thank you, oh mighty Thor! Thank you!”
The rest of the villagers joined the thanks. Thor nodded once more.
“Never has Thor gone back on his promise! But a great price has been paid for this! Use it well!” he said, before throwing his hammer and disappearing again in the sky.
A few minutes later, he was again on the battle ground. Observing the fallen dragon, he laid Mjiolnir on its wounded chest, then, grabbing its tail, he spun the carcass more and more swiftly, and finally threw it in the night sky. In a flash of light, the dragon exploded, and in its place 17 brilliantly shining stars appeared.
“Father, today I have chosen to condemn one species only to save a few lives of another, dearer one. I do not regret my decision, and yet a layer of sadness covers any trace of joy in my heart. You once taught me that being gods makes the decisions we take all the more dramatic. We can be saviours of scourges, highly beings or lowly demons. But now, for the first time in existence, I realize that we can be both! The stars now welcome the body of my victim, last of the dragons. At night, may its light remind me of the wisdom I have so painfully acquired!”
And from that night on, another constellation appeared in the northern sky, brightening Earth with its radiance.