Author: I will burn with you PM
This is something I am going to continue. please review the first chapter. my first original story.Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Adventure/Friendship - Words: 707 - Reviews: 1 - Published: 09-01-12 - id: 3055121
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A/N: this was written for fun by my dad, review and tell me if you want me to continue.
In the forest of Zor there are many magical creatures. Most are harmless enough if you don't approach them foolishly. Only the Dismal Trolls are truly dangerous, and they never wander very far from the Mines of Murtagh. The Evil Wizard Murtagh keeps them under a spell to slave in his Mines. The Sparklebugs can be a real nuisance, especially when young elves take them home in a jar and forget them on a shelf. For the first 48 hours in captivity a Sparklebug will just blink on and off, cycling through the colors of them rainbow. After being trapped in a jar for long enough, however a Sparklebug will vibrate at such a pitch as to shatter the jar and any other glass that happens to be in that part of the village, after which they will buzz around the kitchen drinking spilled honey and jam with their hummingbird like snouts.
Yes, there are many magical creatures in Zor, but none so mysterious as the Clown Rabbits. The Elder elves of the village say that long ago there was friendship and trading between elves and clown rabbits, but no more. No elf has seen a clown rabbit for hundreds of years. But it is said that on full moons in the hidden grove still the clown rabbits dance their magical dance and protect Zor from the forces of Evile Magick. Evile Magick is where Murtagh gets his power, but the Dance of the Clown Rabbits weaves a spell of Goode Magick that Murtagh cannot penetrate.
Thornsword didn't catch Sparklebugs in jars anymore. He was thirteen now, and his baby sister Fernleaf could catch all the Sparklebugs she wanted. Thornsword knew there were more interesting things in the forest than that.
"Take your sister down to the creek to catch Sparklebugs,"
"But mom, I and Thistlespear are going to the Hidden Grove. We wanna see a Clown Rabbit,"
"What Foolishness, Thornsword, everyone knows Clown Rabbits are Imaginary. And the Hidden Grove is much too far from the village for your little sister. You're going with Fernleaf to the creek, and make sure you release those bugs from the jars in the pantry we don't want a repeat of last time, now do we?"
Thornsword and Thistlespear bounded down the path to the creek, Fernleaf coming up behind.
Suddenly the jar in Thornswords hand Shattered and half a dozen Sparklebugs were fluttering around him searching for jam.
"I guess that jar was a little older than we thought," laughed Thistlespear.
"Buzz off! I don't have any jam," Thornsword swatted at the bugs, Part Hummingbird, part firefly, part Tinkerbell, they were among the most pest like of all the fairies in Zor.
"It's no good, they'll follow you till they get bored and start a new nest," said Thistlespear.
The Sparklebugs were fluttering and orbiting around Thornswords head, just out of reach as he continued to bat at them.
"That's it. We're not hunting Sparklebugs at the creek today. We're going to the hidden grove and we're gonna Catch a Clown Rabbit."
"But Mom said I hafta stay on this side of the river," cried Fernleaf
"CATCH one? No one has even seen one for a hundred years, and now were gonna CATCH one?" Thistlespear rolled her eyes.
"What mom doesn't know can't hurt her, sis; don't you want to go the Hidden Grove?"
"Yeah, I do, but if mom finds out..."
"It's settled then, off we go," Thistlespear began down the path to the river bridge, now trying to ignore the Sparklebugs circling his head.
"No one has ever seen the Clown Rabbits Dance! Not for a thousand years, if you believe the tales." Thistlespear was saying. The young elves trudged along the riverbank, debating the odds of success in their quest.
"If no one has seen one for a thousand years, then it's just about time for us to get lucky." Said Thornsword.
He picked up his pace, motioning for Thistlespear and Fernleaf.
Shrugging, the others followed.