The Plot

"Cool," said Mork, then both ran outside to the Pegasus rider. "Good mornin' to ye!" he yelled over the loud whooshing of wings.
"And to ye sir!" Bellowed Jon.
"Hi Mr. Penoy!" Shouted Mork.
"Woo Bessie," The Pegasus landed and folded its massive wings. "Oh Morklen, didn't see ya there." Mork looked at his feet and grumbled, "Don't call me that."
"Oh sorry MORK!" said Mr. Penoy with a hint of sarcasm.
"Grrrr!!" Thought Mork.
And now, FINALLY, a little about me: Sorry to keep you waiting, I'm a pixie, from the forest of Whitewood, I have just been banished from it forever. Just because of a little joke. A teeny weeny innie Minnie little thing. It's not like I killed.... A LOT of people. Plus, who liked that guy anyway? Well, anyway, you know what else they did? You cannot imagine what they did! They - took - away - my - POWERS!!! GRRRRRRRRRRR!!!
And I'll "only get them back, when I save someone pure of heart"! Blaah! Oh right, back to the less interesting dull stuff.
"Whaaaaa!"
"Ugh." Said Mork, "Your turn." he said to Jon.
"Charge!" shouted Jon as he ran into the house. Mork pulled out a little Flakesnail shell, and blew a short battle tune on it. I think you have a big enough noggin to figure out what that is. Then Mork got the mail from Mr. Penoy. "What's all that abou'?" Asked Mr. Penoy with his thick accent.
Our poor soldier Jon has just sent himself to the lions.
"Oh those two." Said Mr. Penoy. "Well, got to deliver me mail!" with that, the mailman flew off. Jon however, didn't have such a smooth journey. The twins set up a trap for him, and for two four year olds, it was very clever. They both immediately started throwing pillows at him, while he tripped over the building blocks. "Heeeellp!" Shouted Jon.
'Uh oh.' Though Mork and rushed to his rescue.
Meanwhile...
The winds blew and howled, as Lylie bent against the snow, like a wounded soldier charging through the battlefield. With her poorat as a gun. Suddenly Klark started grunting his head off, which was actually a funny sound, though Klark meant it to be threatening. Suddenly Lylie a mixture between a roar and a caw, instinctively, she fell to the ground, covering herself with a white shawl. But it was too late. The Storm Flacon already saw her. Storm Falcons, unlike normal falcons, are HUUUUUUGE!! The thing snatched her in its giant claws, but surprisingly, the brave little poorat grabbed onto the falcon's tail. As it dropped Lylie long enough so she could shoot up a Distress Arrow. Almost like a normal arrow, just that Distress Arrows are hollow and aren't really sharp, but they make a lot f noise. Which of course everyone heard as a loud penetrating whistle. Sadly, the hawk re-snatched Lylie. Leaving the poor poorat still barking at the sky.
Everyone in the village heard the whistle, and to confirm Jon's worst fears, the poorat came running back, barking its head off.

TO BE CONTINUED...