Wooooo! We did it! An entire book! Well, onto the second story:
The Spirit of Osirandi
Part One- Getting Ready
Erik, Mordred, and Vlad stood in front of King Arthur's castle. Erik called Snilldar through his mind, a skill that he'd been practicing since he and Snilldar joined forces four months prior. The dragon glided swiftly through the sky, quickly landing several yards from Erik.
"So... what do you need, master?" Asked the dragon.
"For the last time, I'm not your master!" The Viking replied angrily.
"Yes you are."
"I am not!"
"STOP IT!" Vlad finally said.
Their quarrel forgotten, Erik and Snilldar immediately became personifications of innocence. Mordred laughed then said "Come on," And walked in. The other two followe dand immediately felt something... missing. Whenever he and Vlad had come to the castle, it had been bustling with activity, now it was eerily still and silent.
"What happened!" Said Mordred to himself, " There was supposed to be a welcoming feast, and a three day tournament!"
"WHAT!" Bellowed Erik, "There wasn't really a problem!"
"No, it was a celebration to honor your one month anniversary to the battle." Mordred replied, hanging his head.
Erik shook his head angrily and opened his mouth to say more, but was cut off by the sound of a door opening. King Arthur emerged, a look of sorrow on his face. Mordred opened his mouth to ask the king about the non-existent celebration, but the king cut him off.
"I'm sorry Mordred, but the celebration could not be held, due to a horrible turn of events." He sighed, and then started his story.
"It happened two nights ago, when everybody was sleeping, two were-beasts created a distraction while something else kidnapped the princess, Margaret. I need you to find her!"
Vlad considered this request for a moment, then declared "I'll do it" Erik nodded as well, saying the same thing.
"Of course my Majesty," Mordred said.
"Good, good" said the king, nodding happily, "You will start in four day's time, until then wash, eat, and rest, and when you go, expect the unexpected." He walked away, leaving the trio to contemplate his words.
After standing there for several minutes, Mordred went after his king, and Erik and Vlad followed behind him to their chambers, to wash and rest, to get ready for yet another epic journey.
The chambers were quite nice, much superior to the cabin that Erik called home. He slept quietly, and for this he was glad for last time he had begun his adventure with Vlad he had been warned by his ancestors not to go. This was much nicer. When he awoke he was welcomed by breakfast, it was delicious, though the mood around the table was depressing. Nobody spoke, making it uncomfortably silent. Finally it was over, and the three decided to spar to pass the time.
Mordred's sword arced toward Erik, and the Viking's instinct took over and he rolled to the side, jumped up, feinted, and then disarmed the knight all in one fluid motion. Mordred held up his hands, marking his twenty-seventh defeat to the Viking.
"Let me try" Vlad said. Erik suddenly looked much less confident. Vlad walked into the arena, his red eyes making him look extremely intimidating. The match started, and Erik immediately pulled out a small hatchet and chucked it at Vlad. Vlad, of course, simply teleported away, and he popped into existence about a foot away from Erik. Instantly the he slammed his fist into Vlad's stomach, also taking his all-powerful staff and snapping it on his knee. Vlad however, had recovered, and simply snapped his fingers and the staff appeared in his hands, fully mended. He pointed it at Erik, encasing him in a block of ice, an enraged look on his face as he raised his axe. Vlad walked away snapping his fingers
as he did so. Erik unfroze, and charged after Vlad, who simply disappeared into shadows.