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Obviously, this page is for authors only. We can write sneak peeks for upcoming chapters of our stories and whatever.

I also made a chat group! 🙂

http://xat.com/Penglibrary


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Here is a battle that was going to be in The Beginning of The EDWAF. Although the story won’t be finished, I’m keeping it here anyway.

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“Zegro!” Zoriezla shouted. She suddenly lost track of everything around her.

A burst of energy seemed to surge through her. Her eyes started glowing extremely brightly, along with her staff. The laser beam that projected from it was stronger, brighter, and larger than it had ever been. It sped towards Jagiiro, making an odd, mystical buzzing noise.

“Reflyttiozerrena!” he shouted. A strong invisible force field formed around him, but Zoriezla’s laser beam burned through it. Jagiiro gracefully dodged the laser beam with his elven reflexes.

“Dejarralynru!” he roared angrily. Thousands of blood red sparks emitted from the tip of his staff, flying in hundreds of bizarre directions. After reaching an altitude of one thousand feet, the sparks darkened slightly and became one gigantic ball.

Jagiiro’s staff was like a pointer, controlling the ball. He slashed his staff downward, and the ball followed.

“Reflyttiozerrena!” Zoriezla screeched, even though the ball was hovering around Jagiiro. It was only a few short seconds later when the ball hurtled itself towards Zoriezla. It abruptly ricocheted itself off the invisible force field.

The ball shrank and weakened greatly, until it returned to its original form of blood red sparks.

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Also, here a preview for the rest of Chapter Two. I’m not done with the last paragraph:

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After an hour, Delvyréla felt quite bored. She glanced at Arryzério’s blank, emotionless face as they aimlessly roamed the forest, not uttering a single word.

Delvyréla suddenly felt tense. Her bright eyes flashed dimly for a moment, as her gracefully pointed ears seemed to perk up.

“What?” inquired Arryzério, staring at a pile of branches that had been snapped off of several trees.

Delvyréla was startled by her own actions. “I… I don’t know,” she stammered. As she said this, she felt a barrier in her mind, holding back the memory of her parents’ death. She had actually felt this since the moment she had awoken, but at this time, it was much more apparent.

She felt the barrier break slightly, and some memories of the event came flooding back.

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Vékriarralyn jaschryl!

~Zaeriuraschi 11098

P.S. Pengbro2, maybe you could post the chapters of your story here? I’m not saying you have to… it’s just a suggestion.

From Big Chill2/I’m going to show chapter 4 tommorow

From Emily: Do you guys like my story? Should I keep going?

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  1. Pengbro2 permalink
    May 31, 2009 3:43 PM

    Cool!

  2. Pengbro2 permalink
    May 31, 2009 4:47 PM

    Sneak Peak of Chapter 4!

    CHAPTER FOUR

    “Captain, sir,” started a Coercion Officer. “They have located our Mainframe Control Network, and are currently putting together an Attack Wedge. The spy we have blasted into their midst is serving a great purpose.”

    ***

    The Halcyon base was yet again buzzing with excitement, as the Wedge was yet again, being prepared for launch. Every assualt soldier they could find was being boarded onto an R.A.S., and they would be ‘defeating the Coercion’. This was the promise that was made, and thus, everyone wanted to be able to kill atleast ten Coercion men. Besides the High Council (who have wanted the wedge to not be launched), the only person who disagreed was the Commander found in the Silver Capsule.

    “They are far to powerful!” he exclaimed as he was loaded with a heavy gun, yet again. “Everyone here is so freaking stupid! I am the only known survivor of the last R.A.S. attack, and I come back, ready to warn everyone that we need to reinforce even more so than what we have now!” his face was Blood-Red with anger. “I swear!” he paused again. “A few of you will be able to kill a person or two, but everyone else will be blasted to smithereens or interrogated by a squadron of Prison Guards! Bah!” He threw his gun onto the floor, and left the room.

    “We will be taking off in T-minus 10… 9… 8… 7… 6… 5… 4… 3… 2… 1…” said a cool female voice over the intercom. Daniel felt a great lurch in his stomach as the engines ignited, and they flew into the sky. He watched out of a window as the base and surroundings disappeared in the vast crater that destroyed a great deal of city many years ago. The crater was large, almost three leagues around.

    “How did Coruscant survive that Meteorite?” he asked himself out loud.

    Hope you like it!
    Pengbro2

  3. Pengbro2 permalink
    June 1, 2009 9:04 PM

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  4. Pengbro2 permalink
    June 1, 2009 9:04 PM

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    • June 1, 2009 9:14 PM

      What the-?! 😕

      • Pengbro2 permalink
        June 2, 2009 7:10 AM

        lol I was just fooling around…

        • Pengbro2 permalink
          June 2, 2009 4:00 PM

          I did this on my DSi. 😆

  5. Pengbro2 permalink
    June 24, 2009 9:16 PM

    So… I will sum up my site for you in one comment, so here goes:

    1. All Posts will be Password Protected for ultimate safety.

    2. Different Status’s Allow you to access more (Protected: Members, Protected: Bronze Members, etc.).

    3. I have decided that only three Authors will be necessary at first, and I have decided that they will all be Admins. Congratulations, Mateobeccar and Kelli!

    4. It’ll be called Penguin City.

    5. There will be an Exclusive Page called the Sign Up Page, where you may become a member of Penguin City. I will send you Initiation via e-mail.

    6. All posts will be Password Protected, except for the Homepage and Sign Up.

    I won’t get my WordPress account for a few more months, but if you have any good ideas, please contribute them as a reply to this comment! 🙂

    We Waddle On!
    Pengbro2

    P.S. The Apple above is a part of my signature. If you have a Macintosh Computer, you may access it by pressing option+shift+k at the same time. If you want to do it one at a time, do ‘k’ last.

  6. Pengbro2 permalink
    June 25, 2009 9:17 AM

    Kelli, I apologize for such a short term notice, but due to my sister playing, I might not be able to be on Chat this morning. My DSi is not compatable to Xat. I may be on, though, so don’t not go on!

    We Waddle On!
    Pengbro2

    • June 25, 2009 9:24 AM

      Alright… 😥

      • Pengbro2 permalink
        June 25, 2009 10:08 AM

        I’ve attained information about when I’ll be able to play… soon! 🙂 About 20-30 minutes is my guess.

  7. Pengbro2 permalink
    June 25, 2009 2:37 PM

    Guess what? In Animal Crossing: City Folk, my house is completely paid off! It’s awesome! 🙂

    • Pengbro2 permalink
      June 25, 2009 2:53 PM

      Oh, and also, I will be on tonight around 7:00. I just really hope you can get this message in time!

      • June 25, 2009 2:57 PM

        Sorry, but I can’t come. I’m going to be really busy tonight. 😦

        • Pengbro2 permalink
          June 25, 2009 3:09 PM

          That’s okay!

          • June 25, 2009 8:14 PM

            I had to go to an Open House for that summer camp my mom is forcing me to go to. It was HORRENDOUS. Most of the kids there were total dweebs, and… I could go on for quite a while. I just… I don’t want to go at all. And it starts MONDAY! 😥 Meet me on the Author Chat tomorrow between 7:00 AM and 9:00 AM PST.

            • Pengbro2 permalink
              June 26, 2009 7:54 AM

              Okay! Will do. I still have about two hours. 😆

  8. Pengbro2 permalink
    June 28, 2009 8:54 AM

    I posted a message for Kelli on the Chat. Please do not use it until Kelli gives the ‘ok’

    Also, I’m really sorry about that summer camp, Kelli. 😦

  9. Pengbro2 permalink
    July 2, 2009 10:57 AM

    Hey Kelli! You can post this story on my page. Note that it has barely started in what I have posted.

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    Chapter One
    Born into a new World

    The sun rose for the first time in many months. Beaming upon them while still low in the sky, not a better day could be provided for hatching. A brilliant pallet of color lit the sky one morning very suddenly, and woke the gathering of Penguins below. The mountains casted large shadows across the bleak white ground, and at once, everyone knew – spring had arrived.

    The ones to wake first were the ones hit most directly – the males. Staring groggily into the face of spring, they closed their eyes and prayed to the Penguin God of Mercy, whose name was Nyloth. Then, stretching their flippers (and yawning), a chain reaction of waking was activated. Soon everyone was shaking with excitement, hoping that their eggs would hatch to this brilliant day.

    The snow glittered as brightly as the sun, undisturbed over many months. A few penguins sang joyful songs of birth and life, while others were so petrified by the news to do much except stare blankly at the snow before them. But a spontaneous squawk was issued from a female penguin. She had attracted quite a crowd, some murmuring excitedly. Mostly the same things were said: “–The first of the year! Looks built for tobogganing from over here–” or “–I wonder if it’s going to Penguin Academy–” or occasionally, “–I’ll give you my house for that chick!–”. Everyone was so distracted, no one noticed as other eggs hatched.

    But none were more careful or watchful over their eggs than Linnea. She had grown addicted to stare at it expectantly every ten seconds. While doing so, she had learned already a few things about her baby. It was going to be larger than the others at birth, for the egg size was quite large, even for a penguin! Her baby was going to be strong, for the eggshell was tough. In order to achieve birth, it would also have to be intelligent, for breaking from such an egg would require wisdom, different from other chicks.

    She would always remember what her nurturing teacher at Penguin Academy said on the final day of term: “Now class, since you will not likely see me again, I want to inform you of one last thing; when you do lay eggs, I want you to remember this: If however much the baby chick cries and struggles to get its beak out of the egg makes you apt to help, turn your back immediately to the egg. You may find it as the cruelest form of punishment you could imagine, but the chick must first prove it is worthy to live, before truly living.”

    She looked up to her neighbor, whose egg had successfully hatched, and was being welcomed into outstretched arms. It was a Chinstrap penguin, like its parents, but had a slight orange tinge to its belly. She took a deep breath, looked at her egg, and continued to do so into the night.

    By 10:00, she was asleep, but some others weren’t. Her friend from school, Eve, was holding her breath as two baby penguins poked their heads out of eggs. The father had his chest puffed out, proud. The mother looked down its black beak into the eyes of her children.

    “What shall we name them?” she whispered ecstatically to her husband. The husband, chest still puffed out, was thinking. You could tell this not only because he wobbled unsteadily every few seconds, but also because his eyes went out of focus, as if he were passing out.

    Recovering from his trance, he puffed his chest out again. “I shall name the boy after my father, Daniel.” He was a proud penguin, and nothing could ruin this moment for him. “He is built as I am, for sports and athletics. I will teach him Tobogganing in a few days.” Eve looked at him, as if to say, “Daniel shouldn’t be taught Tobogganing that early!” but didn’t.

    “I shall name the girl after my mother then,” she said, sticking to the method of naming that her husband had chosen. “Thus named Sandra.” she added to the blank expression of her husband. “Nothing could ruin this moment for us, honey. Let’s show them the sky.”

    The sky was indeed glowing, glowing many lights in a spectrum of all colors. When the infants had opened their eyes, this was the first thing they saw. The parents had been standing side by side behind them, gazing dreamily into eachother’s eyes.

    ***

    The next day, Eve waddled over to Linnea accompanied by her two infant children. Sandra was leaning on Eve for support, and fell over every time she tried to waddle herself. Daniel however, was only occasionally leaning for support. He was waddling slowly, side by side with his father. “Little tyke,” the father chortled as Daniel fell over.

    Linnea looked very hurt when the two infants found the unhatched egg. Sandra slid herself along on her belly, while Daniel waddled slowly. They looked at it as if it were a toy, and expected it to do something when they touched it. That was not how it worked out, though.

    Sandra was teaching herself to waddle, while Daniel found a small snow bank to slide down. He hit a small bump and rose a foot into the air, only to fall down again.

    “Hello, Linnea.” greeted Eve, tilting her beak to the ground. “You probably haven’t met my husband yet, have you?” she paused, pointing out her husband. “His name is Theodore, Theo for short. Everyone calls him that because his real name is unbearable to say in front of a crowd.” she giggled as Theo cocked his head towards them.

    Linnea waved to Theo, who waddled over, then bowed his head too. “My mate is over there, collecting supplies for our igloo.” she said, pointing to a large penguin, with an orange tip on his beak. “His name is Louis. Quite a knowledgeable penguin if you ask me, we met in nurturing class at Penguin Academy. He knows how to raise and support a family, which is all I want from a male. Everyone expects the women to do the work, but I disagree. We split it equally among each other.”

    After introducing everyone to each other, they talked about supporting a family. Theo just nodded all the time, as if to agree with every word Linnea said. He even nodded if Eve disagreed with something Linnea had said. Linnea learned to ignore this, for she had been interrupted by a fit of giggles from Eve quite a few times. Theo, tired from nodding his head, just stood there silently until the talk was over.

    Eve rounded up her children and left around noon, according to the position of the sun. As Linnea stood over the egg, Louis had started building the iced walls of the igloo. A few layers had been done when night had fallen. A curtain of darkness fell over the sky, and no lights shone tonight.

    ***

    Early the next morning, she was fed by Louis, standing guard firmly over the egg. Louis set off to work on the igloo again, when Linnea felt an uncomfortable tremble between her flippers. Startled, she stepped back. The egg was wobbling around, very slowly, stopping, then starting again.

    She watched in awe as the egg trembled and split into a small crack at the top. Branches of cracks spurted around, in every direction and then stopped dead.

    No movement. Linnea felt a tear form in her eye after watching the egg for almost five minutes. The egg was almost open, but would never open, due to miserable fate – never. She thought this for a long while, beads of tears streaming past her beak, staining she ground gray. Louis was concentrated on his work until he saw this.

    Jumping into the igloo, he watched in horror as the egg was motionless.

    But suddenly, like the crack of a gun, bang! The egg exploded into hundreds of shards, revealing a baby Chinstrap Penguin, not a foot tall. Its beak (like its father) had an orange tinge to it, and (like his mother) had a small yellow ring around the base of its beak.

    “Beep!” It said excitedly. Linnea watched it, still in thought that it was dead. But the wait was over. Linnea would never again be horrified by the thought that she was not a mother. She was, and was as proud (or prouder!) as Theo had been two nights ago (though she was not there).

    Louis looked at in daze. “It has the features of both of us, and look! He (assuming it’s a boy, of course) has a little feature all to himself: his tail is a lighter gray than ours!” Louis was so excited, he even hopped around to see it (as if there was a large crowd before him).

    “That is not a unique feature,” replied Linnea, sighing. “He is just dirtied up from the egg. He looks like he could use some preening.” (“Beep!” exclaimed the baby) she grabbed the baby’s flipper (“Come here, you!” she said), and started on its coat.

    An hour later, Louis returned with the bricks of ice, working on the wall. “We should name it soon, so that it learns its name upon hearing. How about something like Griffen?” he suggested.

    “Griffen,” replied Linnea through a beakful of preened feathers. “Beautiful. Amazing. After all, what could possibly be a better soul to name after the Penguin God of Hope?”

    Chapter Two
    The Tobogganing Invitation

    Tobogganing is the prefered sport of all penguins. It is where two penguins race down an icy slope on their bellies, trying to avoid obstacles. The first one to get to the bottom is the winner. Or, there is also a different style called “Trick Racing”. Trick Racing is where one penguin races down the slope by him/herself, trying to do as many tricks as possible before he/she reaches the bottom.

    ***

    A month and a half later, a Mail Penguin lugging a large sled along came into the village, through an endless blizzard that had been happening for at least a week. His curious face pointed out that he had not known about or ever considered knowing about this town until asked to deliver a letter or two. Unable to find his destination, he told the adult penguin at the Arctic Inn to post a large Notice about Scholarships to Penguin Academy outside their door. The Mail Penguin left the town, hoping his next destination was not far away.

    When the adolescent penguins came out to play the next day (the blizzard had passed), they saw the post on the Inn Wall, surrounded by almost twenty excited penguins. Griffen, Matthew and Sandra nudged their way though the crowd, close enough for Sandra to read out Loud:

    Tobogganing Tournament

    Have you ever wanted to be noticed by many other Penguins on a Tobogganing slope? Have you ever wanted to break World Records,
    and be the all-time Champion of Tobogganing History? Well, this
    is where you start! Meet on Speed Rush Hill, Saturday at Noon.

    You will be judged by a professional Tobogganer, and will have a chance
    attend an exclusive school, free of charge if you win Grand Prize!

    So get out on the hill today and start Practicing!
    Jackson Frost
    Jackson Frost: Captain of Team Antarctica and Head Judge

    Penguins looked at it over and over again, reading the best parts over and over again. Sandra was excited about the Exclusive School thing, while Daniel and Griffen kept on babbling excitedly about the signature on the form.

    “Jack Frost is like…” started Daniel in awe as they waddled towards the Tobogganing slope.

    “The best.” interrupted Griffen. “Jack has it all. He might as well have created Tobogganing he is so good.”

    “Yeah, but there are a few others getting pretty good, too.” said Daniel. (“Like… who?” Griffen and Sandra asked in unison) “Well, there is um…” his voice trailed off. “Me.” he said very quietly. Griffen tossed his head back and laughed. Sandra looked like she was about to, but didn’t say anything. After about ten more minutes of talking about Tobogganing, they reached the slope.

    Nobody could have guessed that there was a Tobogganing Slope if you looked at it from the village (which was uphill from the Course). It was simply a steady slope (45 degrees) that was between two walls of ice. The ice overlooked and surrounded the slope. Even at the bottom there was a cliffside!

    The hill was almost a half mile long, short for a Tobogganing Slope in many measures. Sandra looked at it excitedly, and started chorusing facts about its past: “When the colonists came to settle in our village, they found this slope here, but were startled by its appearance. Nobody knows whether it was due to nature, but some have theories. One of them is…” (“Race you to the bottom of the hill.” challenged Daniel quietly. “You’re on.” replied Griffen) They leapt off of the top of the hill, laughing at Sandra (who was glaring at them).

    Because of the snow, the Track was a bit slow. Regardless, they dodged small Drop-offs and obstacles (such as ice blocks). Daniel had been trained not a week into his life, and was swiftly and majestically dodging the obstacles, show off by doing Barrel Rolls and Skua Strikes (a move where the user does a Human Corkscrew in the air). Griffen assumed that he would eventually hit and break something, but he was wrong. Daniel was going to that Exclusive School.

    When night fell upon them, Griffen told Daniel and Sandra “I’ll see you in the morning.” They left, and Griffen practiced deep into the the night.

    ***

    Saturday came, as quick as the blizzard had a week before. Penguins were excitedly speaking about Tobogganing, Jack Frost, other famous Toboggan racers and things in that matter. Daniel and Griffen had gotten up around 3:00 that morning to prepare for a few hours before breakfast. Daniel had not seen what Griffen had been practicing late into the nights, as Griffen wanted to surprise him at the Tournament. But the urge to tell him about them and brag was equally overwhelming. In the end, he decided to open his beak only to say “Good Morning” or “Good Luck”.

    They had a breakfast at Griffen’s Igloo. Sandra, Daniel and Griffen asked for small portions, only enough for fuel them in the tournament. They were more talkative over breakfast, talking about Jack Frost again.

    “I bet,” started Daniel proudly. “That whoever wins the Grand Prize will also have his Autograph, as a courtesy of excellence. I could probably sell it for a mansion.”

    “Yes,” replied Sandra dreamily. “A mansion would be quite nice. To imagine having a large Library to read in…” (“Or maybe, an indoor Tobogganing course!” exclaimed Griffen) Sandra looked angrily at Griffen and spent the rest of Breakfast in silence.

    “Come on, Sandra.” persuaded Griffen. “Just imagine it. The whole reason you are excited about this school is because of Tobogganing. You could probably get a Library, too.”

    “I think that you are all fanatics of this Jack Frost guy, and should give him a break.” said Linnea from the counter. “Imagine what a predicament it would be to have fame! You couldn’t even have privacy in a bathroom!”

    Even Sandra gaped at her. Linnea turned a violent red and went back to sculpting, mumbling things like “–Should’ve had ‘em eat somewhere else…”. And with that obstacle out of the way, they continued talking about Jack Frost.

    Around 10:00, a flurry passed over the village. This angered Daniel and Griffen, because they were practicing on the track before the new snow.

    “I’m going out there.” said Griffen, leaving the house in a hurry. Daniel and Sandra nodded to each other, then thanked Linnea for breakfast and left. When they got to the course, Griffen was coming back up the course. He had noticed that Jack Frost was there, but wasn’t noticed himself.

    All the better for a surprise. thought Griffen, smirking. Fanatics were lining the cliff sides of Speed Rush. They were babbling in a most excited manner, pointing to Jack in front of a small ice deck at the cliff over the end of the course. The adolescents were trash-talking each other. Griffen went to the end of the line, then listened to their skirmish.

    “Oh yeah?” said a penguin he had never seen on the course before. “I have been practicing all day and all night since the sign was posted!” But he went silent as everyone did at the boom of noise from the other cliff.

    “I will let you all know that the time now is approximately noon.” said Jack Frost. “I will repeat myself in that the contest works as such: Every adolescent over there will perform his or her best moves on this course while quickly moving along. I expect to see as many of these things as possible: majestic moves, speed, and out of the ordinary. The one with the most of the three wins.” he paused. “The school you would be admitted to is called Penguin Academy. It is one of the most fine schools I have ever visited, and is also where I learned to Toboggan! These youngsters may turn out better than me one day! Please give them a hand!” The crowd roared with applause. Over one thousand penguins were watching, some from this town, and most from foreign places. Griffen could see Linnea and Eve, right up front on the cliffside, clapping and crying with joy.

    “Also, please note that the Grand Prize winner will also receive a copy of my Autobiography, signed by me! It would not seem likely that I be a writer, too. Back to the subject, though! The first and second Runner-ups will also receive admittance to Penguin Academy, and will receive my autograph and best wishes. (more thunderous applause) Before I bore you with all of this talk, I would like to present you with our first contestant, Abigail!”

    The crowd exploded into spontaneous cheers, such as “Lets go, Abigail *clap, clap, clap clap clap*” With one last wave to her fans, she looked nervously down, and sped off with her eyes closed.

    Chapter Three
    The Speed Rush Tournament

    Abigail, despite her anxiety at the peak of the slope, did incredibly well. She narrowly missed a rock that had jutted out of the snow, and appeared to have cut herself landing roughly off of a jump. Jackson Frost made excellent commentary, watching her every move, and almost knowing what she would do next.

    “She is almost at the bottom…” he said. (“OH!” said all of the penguins when she cut herself. Blood was trailing in the snow behind her.) “Ouch! Abigail sticks with it even after that gruesome landing. Quite an ambitious type– and she reached the bottom!” The crowd split into a roar of applause. She waved again to the penguins watching, then stopped.

    “Abigail, you will notice an ice crystal jutting out at you.” informed Jack Frost to the nervous adolescent. “Shove it in, then walk through the passage way.” She did as she was told, and sure enough, a dark tunnel drew into the ice. No one would ever notice it, for it was hidden so well. Even she looked surprised, but she tried to restrain it, like she did this every day. She waddled inside, and disappeared from sight.

    Daniel was up next. Linnea and Eve almost fell off of the cliff in excitement (this wouldn’t matter, though, for they were close to the top of the hill). Daniel looked at his fans, and even though Griffen was behind him, Griffen could see a daze in him. The fans whooped and screamed and cheered approval. Daniel’s eyes were twinkling with tears as he waved. Jack Frost said a few things about Daniel. Blinking the tears out, Daniel dove off of the edge.

    “And here Daniel goes!” started Jack Frost, looking at his paper for the name. “He is heading right for that rock. What the heck is he doing? And–” he caught his breath as Daniel ramped up the rock. “I can’t believe it! He uses a rock as a jump! Points for creativity, and lets see how he lands… Perfect! Amazing! He swerves the rocks, and he probably has another trick up his sleeve, because he is heading for that ice wall…” Griffen looked at Linnea and Eve, whose jaws (if penguins even have jaws) had officially dropped to the ground. Griffen turned back to Daniel.

    “Daniel is really getting close to the wall, and oh my god! He kicks off of the wall, propelling himself into an ice patch, and rolling onto course as he approaches a real jump. Let’s see what he does with that…” Daniel was quickly approaching the jump, like a Skua diving onto prey. “He normally hits the jump, doing a Skua Strike in the air, which, by the way, is my favorite move.” The crowd erupted into applause as Daniel soared over the obstacles.

    With a deafening crunch, Daniel landed in a heap at the bottom of the course. “Woah! That was the best performance I have ever seen, and to end it all up, a dramatic injury. I think we may have a winner!” Linnea and Eve glared at him, aghast by what they just heard. A few medical penguins dove down the hill, and had Daniel carried into the cave within five minutes.

    “Nextly,” said Jack Frost, who was again looking at his paper (which was made of incredibly thin ice). “Please welcome Griffen!” Griffen stepped up to the top of the hill, looking around. He could see the many different penguins practically bursting with excitement. “Griffen was apparently one of the later penguins to hatch in this colony. Because of this, he will have an advantage in that he less heavy, providing him with a deal more speed than everyone else. And… He’s off!”

    Griffen wanted to impress all of the fans, but also wanted to keep speed. Obstacles blurred past him. “And, Griffen swerves in and out of obstacles, as if he knows this course like family. He’s heading for the wall. This usually means something is wrong… What the?” A fissure appeared in the opposite wall, taking out almost a quarter of the track with an ear splitting explosion. Penguins flew (literally) across the track, tackling other observers on accident. Griffen wanted to look, but he had more important things on his mind.

    “That was quite… spontaneous.” said Jack Frost, gathering his attention back to the performance. “He hits the wall and… I’ve never seen anything like this… He rides up the wall, over the obstacles!” Griffen kicked off of the wall, and caught an obstacle (an ice crystal) with his flippers, swinging around it and flying off down the track again. Jack Frost was speechless.

    “I can’t really… explain what just happened…” admitted Jack Frost just loud enough for everyone to hear. “But, I can explain what’s happening now. Griffen whips down the track, with the speed advantage I pointed out, hits the same jump that Daniel did, and is now improvising a trick in midair.” Griffen was not improvising, but it seemed so to the fans. Griffen was flipping backwards, spinning rapidly in a counter clockwise direction. He had come to name this trick “The Spinny-Flippy Thingy” but was sure that Jack Frost could come up with a better name for it.

    “Pulling out of the trick,” Jack Frost continued. “He does an incredible Skua Strike, plummeting straight to the snow. And…” Griffen stopped spinning as his flippers made contact. Sliding forward for a long time, he got up. “Finishes.” he added plainly. Silence filled the entire place, then noise was cranked up at once. He staggered at such the dramatic change in sound.

    “Wow!” exclaimed Jack Frost. “That replaces Daniel’s performance by quite a bit! Incredible! Outstanding!” Jack Frost kept yelling words of approval until his voice could not be heard from where Griffen was in the cave. But, to Griffen’s great disbelief, he could still hear the crowd. Griffen waddled for over ten minutes, submerged in total darkness. He felt the walls next to him until he saw a glint of light far ahead of him. He saw a miniscule penguin (who was probably Daniel) almost to the light.

    Griffen picked up his speed as his vision of his surroundings came to him more clearly. He was in a roughly carved cave with pure iced walls, and a floor that was the same. Before he knew it, he was Tobogganing along (which was fun because the path sloped downwards) the cave, as happy as one his age could be. He had just about killed his performance on the Tobogganing hill (which was his favorite sport), and he was again Tobogganing curiously toward a mysterious room, in a tunnel made of pure ice.

    He stood up, and noticed he was standing before a solid ice wall. Remembering what Jack Frost had pointed out in order to get here, Griffen looked around for an ice crystal. He accidentally stepped on a chunk of broken ice, and the wall slid into the floor. He grabbed his flipper which was pounding in pain. “Ow!” he exclaimed, examining it.

    But when he looked through the door, he didn’t believe what he saw. Columns of Corinthian Ice Columns lined the room, each unique except for the ones standing near the door. In the center of the room, Daniel was sitting uncomfortably across from Abigail, who was twitching nervously. Daniel’s arm looked terribly wounded, and was bent in an odd angle. A glow of white light shone about the room, possibly from the sky light far above them. Two medi-penguins were murmuring secrets in the corner, keeping their eyes on Daniel though.

    Daniel shifted his glance to Griffen, then forced a smile. “Hey, man.” he said. “How’d your performance go?” Griffen looked around the room nervously.

    “I’ll tell you later.” Griffen answered. “Where is this place, anyway?”

    “I have a slight hunch that this place is right under the Town Square.” said Daniel, looking back up at the ceiling. “But for now, come and sit. We’re going to be here for a while.”

    Griffen did as he was told, and plopped down into a seat right next to Daniel. Abigail was sitting on her flippers, rocking back and forth with anxiety. “Y-y-you know th-that I w-w-was n-never good with Tobogganing.” said Abigail solemnly. Her stutter made it hard to listen, because she paused and went “uh” every few words.

    “I’ve been Tobogganing for as long as I can remember.” said Daniel, concentrating on his memories. “My mom, Eve, said that I came out on my belly and they had to catch me before I went too far.” (“Oh, sure.” muttered Griffen under his breath.) “How about you, Griffen? When did you start Tobogganing?” Griffen found a sudden interest at looking at the ground, then pulled together an answer.

    “Well, I think it was actually you, Daniel, that taught me.” said Griffen, still looking at the floor. Lately, Daniel had been finding times to brag about his accomplishments. He shot questions at everyone, knowing that the answer would involve something to compliment himself on.

    “Well, there’s nothing to be ashamed of there.” stated Daniel, grinning. He gave Griffen a pat on the back. “After all, who better to learn from than–”

    Will you stop bragging for once?” fumed Griffen. “Yes! We know! You’re a better Tobogganer than I am! Just leave it at that!” Daniel looked at Griffen, surprised by what had just occurred. Another penguin waddled in curiously, examining the room.

    Griffen silenced until Sandra walked in and sat next to them. She buried her face in her flippers, tears dropping.

    “What happened?” asked Daniel and Griffen at the same time.

    “It’s…” her voice trailed off. “I’m not going to that school.” she grumbled. “Daniel, you did great aside from your finish. Griffen, I thought I was dreaming when I saw you going. And, what was up with that avalanche?” Daniel turned to Griffen, realizing that he had not heard about Griffen’s performance. A young penguin came over to the trio.

    “I can tell you what happened!” said the penguin. Griffen, Daniel, and Sandra looked at him with curious expressions. The penguin became nervous. “Well, uh. Let’s see. I saw a big bird-like creature walk into a cave before the tournament started. He was holding a rock, I think. I didn’t see him come out.” The penguin scurried away.

    “Well, that helped,” said Daniel. Griffen had gotten over Daniel’s bragging.

    “Yeah, well, all we know is that there will be a much more complicated Tobogganing course next year.” said Griffen, laughing.

    “This isn’t funny, you guys!” said Sandra nervously. “I don’t think it was mere coincidence that the avalanche occurred when Griffen was Tobogganing.”

    “Well, do you really suppose that there’s someone out there trying to do me in?” asked Griffen. “Go soak your head.” he added.

    Sandra glared at him, then folded her arms, murmuring something like “He’s going to get himself killed…” Griffen gave Daniel an in-depth replay of his performance. By the time he was done, all of the contestants had come, and Jack Frost was entering. The room went silent.

    “Excellent work, everyone!” he exclaimed gleefully. “I have judged the scores, gave comments, said the good things and the bad things…” he looked at Daniel. “And without further ado, let me please announce the winners!” The penguins whooped and cheered as he unrolled a piece of paper (made of ice) with the winning names on it.

    “Oh, yeah.” said Jack Frost, curling up the paper again. “We should probably do this in front of the crowd.” He directed them out of the room, into the tunnel, and through a passageway that Griffen hadn’t seen before. It was a steep slope, but within five minutes, they had arrived.

    The penguins had come out behind the judge’s table, and were now being line up for everyone to see. The avalanche looked terrible from here, and you could see that it stretched almost completely across the course. The thousand penguins who were observing were gazing in awe as Jack Frost pulled out the slip of paper. Griffen could see Linnea and Eve watching intently.

    “Thank you, all, for coming and watching this extreme event.” said Jack Frost. “I admire these penguins’ ambition to be like myself, and I say to them, ‘Good luck!’” be beamed at the audience. “But, before I bore you (again) with all this talk, I want to present the winners!” The crowd erupted into applause.

    “For first place, for excellent creativity, for the use of surroundings, and for avoiding the unfortunate disaster, (a few penguins looked at Griffen) I present to you… GRIFFEN!” The breath practically flew away from Griffen’s body. He stumbled up to the place where Jack Frost was, received a large flyer for Penguin Academy, and a signed copy of Jack Frost’s autobiography. His mind was completely blank with shock, so much, in fact, that he could barely hear the crowd. He held the book up in the air, then waved to everyone. He was patted by Jack Frost, then was told to walk directly back into the room where he was. He got patted on the back multiple times by his friends and co-adolescants. Finally, he was able to descend the tunnel. He stopped at the sound of voices:

    “–I couldn’t’ve made the avalanche more on time.” grunted a low voice. “He was too fast. We could use him for the Conspiracy if we needed speed and stealthiness.”

    “So, you’re meaning to tell me that we will opening the Conspiracy this year at Penguin Academy?” asked a cruel voice. “I would expect that you look into this with more meaning. They are requiring Army Training this year at the school, meaning they will be able to fight people like… us more easily.”

    “Yes… I know.” said the first voice. “But, they are only beginning to require that as of this year. They will not be able to handle as much as they could if we opened it in years to come. They would be more… ready if we opened it later. We should take immediate action and shape his mind into our liking as soon as possible… before he and his friends learn.”

    “I like your idea.” said the second voice maliciously. “We will report back our claims to master and get a promotion. This kid could really help us…” Griffen accidentally dropped his book.

    “Quick! Someone’s coming!” hissed the first voice. And Griffen heard them no more.

    Chapter Five
    The Dream

    Mulling over what he had just heard, Griffen walked silently back to the grand room. He set his book on the tale, and was quickly accompanied by an ecstatic Sandra.

    “I just got second place!” she shrieked happily, almost falling over in excitment. “This means that we are going to Pengun Academy! Aren’t you happy?” But her expression fell when Griffen just stared blankly at her. “I’m guessing you’ll tell me later. Now where’s the food? I’m starving!” She waddled away and came back a few minutes later with a plate full of fish. Daniel waddled in next.

    “Can you believe it? The irony of us three winning! I can’t believe it!” he plopped down on the other side of Griffen and opened up his form. Sandra snapped it away from him. (“Hey! That’s mine!” he said angrily)

    “Griffen has something a little bit more interesting to share with us, you know.” interrupted Sandra. She tossed the form onto the floor. “I think we should listen before we just start doing our own interests.”

    “Fair enough.” said Daniel glumly, folding his arms. “What is it?”

    So then Griffen retold in his best memory how the conversation went. Daniel and Sandra were both asking questions, eager to learn as much as possible.

    “So, didn’t I tell you that there was someone out to get him?” asked Sandra angrily to Daniel. Daniel threw up his arms.

    “Hey! I just assumed that there was no reason why the avalanche occured. The track was old, anyway.” shot back Daniel.

    “If you shut up, maybe I can answer your questions!” said Griffen. They both silenced and looked around. It appeared that Jack Frost was giving a speech.

    “I was just waddling down, and I heard two voices: both of Skuas. I know what they sound like.”

    “Who should we tell about this?” asked Sandra. Griffen thought for a while.

    “We must inform the Dean of Penguin Academy, as well as the mayor of this village.” he answered. “We need to stop this Conspiracy from rising.”

    “Yeah, but what if we’re too late?” asked Sandra. “I mean… when a Skua is sighted, penguins are frightened out of their wits and will do literally anything to avoid being killed. What if the Conspiracy has already gathered enough members to begin, and we’re too late to stop the cause?”

    “We can’t be…” said Griffen quietly. “This Conspiracy sounds big, and how they talked about it, the plan was only just starting to be formed. Something this big takes a lot of penguins to make it work. We need to potentially start an army to end this… before the Conspiracy rises.”

    He could then hear many flippers pounding down the tunnel. “We’d better just be quiet… for now.” As soon as he said this, Jack Frost led in the other adolescants, quickly followed by every observer of the tournament. Everyone was soon standing practically shoulder to shoulder, except Daniel, Sandra and Griffen, who were lounging comfortably around the table. Until four penguins sat down next to them.

    “Excellent work, Griffen!” said Linnea and Louis, who sat right next to him. “I’m so proud of you! You get to go to the prefered school for all penguins! How does that make you feel?” Eve and Theo were congratulating Daniel and Sandra, hugging them both tight and expressing herself in full account.

    “I feel… glad that I get to go with Daniel and Sandra, sad because I have to leave almost all year for three years running, nervous because this is all new to you and me–”

    “This isn’t all new.” said Linnea, interrupting. “I went there, too. But I see you are in a knot of emotions right now, and I’m positive that Daniel and Sandra feel the same way. How about a sleepover tonight as my treat?”

    “Sure!” said Griffen quickly. “Let’s take Daniel and Sandra home with us after this!”

    “I’m not sure that that is how I meant to put it. They probably want some quality time with their parents, too.”

    “I agree. Sorry, Griffen.” said Louis. “But, we can take a look at that form before they come.”

    “We’ve already got it set up.” said Linnea, blushing.

    “I can’t look at this form until tonight.” said Griffen, gathering all of his will power.

    “Well then, may we see it?” asked Linnea, holding out her flipper.

    “Sure.” answered Griffen, dropping all of his winnings onto it. (“Oh!” said Linnea, staggering under the weight of the autobiography.)

    ***

    That night, Daniel and Sandra arrived with nothing but the forms they were given from Jack Frost. It was dark already, so Linnea told them to go to sleep. Nonetheless, they talked for a while about the school:

    “I can’t wait until term starts!” exclaimed Sandra. “There is a Library there that is bigger than this house multiplied in size five times!”

    “I also bet the three Tobogganing courses are going to be fun.” commented Daniel with a wink.

    “I haven’t even looked at my form yet!” said Griffen angrily. “I’ll get it and see you in the morning.”

    “Okay…” said Daniel and Sandra, yawning. “G’night…” And they drifted off to sleep.

    ***

    Griffen stood in a large room with stalactites hanging from the ceiling. In the center of the room was a large table, lit by a brazier. The table was surrounded by about eight Skuas–no penguins. Some bones littered the floor, and boxes stood firm around the perimeter of the room. Griffen heard a familiar voice speak up–the one he had heard earlier.

    “Boss… sir…” he said, bowing to a large Skua at the head of the table. “We have come to agree that this year, we should activate the Conspiracy again.” a murmur of agreement drifted about the table. “We have found that a particularly small and quick penguin is attending the school this year. He should be as clueless–if not, more clueless than the others attending the school, and–”

    “We have also agreed that the past plans for this subject were unremarkably useless.” said the booming voice of the leader Skua. “We need a ‘plan b’, and none of you meatballs have done anything to support that! Get it in your peanut-sized brains that the last Conspiracy killed almost ninety percent of our forces!” He was trembling with anger, while the other Skuas appeared to be restraining the fact that they should be cowering in fear.

    “Yes, sir…” said the first Skua solemnly.

    “I want you each to go out and create ideas for how we will begin the new Conspiracy.” ordered the leader angrily. “Our next council will be prolonged until the Wednesday the students return to the Academy. Dismiss.”

    ***

    Griffen woke with a start. What had he just seen in his dreams? Does anyone else know about the Conspiracy besides Daniel and Sandra? He had to tell somebody!

    • July 3, 2009 3:14 PM

      kinda taking over my story by the name of the chapters but i will let you proceed because you have already written so much.

      I havent read it yet but i will soon. I cant right now for reasons explained in a post at my site.

      Anyway, cant wait to read it it looks really cool. After I post my latest chaper and read urs i will make the next chapter about my group meets urs in the story 😉

      • Pengbro2 permalink
        July 4, 2009 12:03 PM

        Sure! Let’s meet on Chat right now!

      • Pengbro2 permalink
        July 4, 2009 3:30 PM

        Dude, seriously I’m sorry. I’ll stop if u don’t want me to continue.

  10. Pengbro2 permalink
    July 4, 2009 12:56 PM
    https://polldaddy.com/js/rating/rating.jsOkay, here is what I have in my story besides what I posted. DO NOT post this. I just want to catch up to Mateo: ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Chapter Six The Interrogation The next morning, the trio ambled outside to see why there was so much noise. It looked as if Jack Frost had decided to take a morning walk, and was ‘noticed’ by a few of his fans. The sarcastic emphasis being on ‘few’. He was now doing an autograph session to pass time. “We should leave to go to Penguin Academy soon,” commented Sandra, looking at her form. “The nearest Docking Bay to take us there is located in Mt. Chill, which is almost a league from here!” “A League!” complianed Daniel and Griffen. “Why does it have to be that far away?” “Well,” answered Sandra. “If you look on the form, there are five Sled Stations operational at the moment.” She whipped out her map and showed them the five Sled Staions: Mt. Chill, Arctic Bay, Olaway Shelf, Icezendell and Telonia. “You can see that we are one of the closer villages to a sled Station. Look! This town isn’t even in Cape Norvegia! They’re from Cape Adare, which for your informations, is practically on the other side of the Antarctic! And here you are, complaining about walking a measeley sixteen miles. Honestly…” she waddled off angrily. “You know, her temper changes very suddenly sometimes…” commented Griffen after a minute or so. “Yeah… Imagine living with her.” said Daniel, frowning. “It’s hard, I tell you. Real hard.” “Not to change the subject, but we should probably start getting packed, you know.” said Griffen. “A league is nothing compared to that town in Adare, but it’s still a day or two to waddle there at best from here, and it’s all uphill. We also need to rent a room in the Inn until the Sled leaves. I also heard Mt. Chill is a very large town, and that you can easily get lost.” he paused, remembering more. “Also, there are bound to be many penguins from other villages attending the school, and they will need to rent out rooms, too. I’d say we should leave tomorrow, to find the closest Inn we can to the Station.” “Agreed.” said Daniel. “Let’s find Sandra and tell her.” They waddled away from the autograph session to Daniel and Sandra’s igloo. *** Sandra was waddling towards the Town Hall to speak with Miss Kolseth (the Mayor), when she noticed a frightened stutter from behind a nearby rock. “N-no! I-I-I don’t know where he lives!” stuttered a frightened penguin. “I can tell that you’re lying!” hissed an angry voice that did not seem to be Penguin. “I-I-I swear! You c-c-could ask h-his f-friends where h-he lives!” “And how,” mused the strange voice. “Am I supposed to find out who they are?” “Y-you could t-talk to th-the Mayor. Sh-she knows w-what you need t-to know.” “Thank you.” hissed the voice. “And one last thing: what is his name again?” “G-Griffen.” said the frightened Penguin. Sandra froze in fear. Something wanted to attack her best friend, and it would be coming quickly to get him! Griffen may soon die if she doesn’t do anything! “Again, thank you.” said the voice. “And to make sure that your beak stays shut and this remains a secret, I will give you a present, so that we’re even.” “A present?” repeated the frightened Penguin, not seeming to be so scared anymore. “Yes…” said the voice quietly. “Come here and I will give it to you (you gullible low-life).” “Okay! Where is this… present?” asked the Penguin. “Your present is… you get to be my lunch!” cackled the voice. “Wh-what? No!” stuttered the Penguin. “I don’t trust the Penguins I interrogate enough to let them live.” commented the voice. “And I’m hungry. Your being served to a great cause.” “Aaaaaah!” screamed the voice of the penguin. His screams stopped moments later, and were replaced by the tearing of meat and the humming of a satisfied… bird. Sandra listened in terror as a Skua (who was about to attack Griffen) enjoyed a tasty meal of fresh Penguin. The Skua flew off into the sky, and headed towards the village. Where would Griffen be at the moment? Would he be looking for her? “Griffen!” she screamed at the top of her lungs, running back to the town and flailing her arms in the air desperately. “Griffen!” Chapter Seven To Mt. Chill! When Sandra found Griffen, he was talking excitedly with Daniel about Penguin Academy. Griffen looked up by reflexes and noticed it was Sandra. “Oh hey, Sandra!” greeted Griffen pleasantly. “We just wanted to let you know that–” “No time for that, Griffen!” snapped Sandra impatiently, tugging his arm. “You’re being hunted by a strong Skua! Follow me!” she ran off the rest of the way to her house, quickly followed by a confused Daniel and Griffen. When they had hidden themselves in the basement of the igloo, nobody could see or hear anything but blackness and panting. The basement was simply a dug-out in the floor of the igloo, and was a roughly carved tunnel, stretching out about fifteen feet. “What do you mean by I’m being hunted?” inquired Griffen in a quiet voice. “What did I do?” “I don’t know, Griffen.” answered Sandra quietly. “But I heard a Skua interrogating a townspenguin on my way to the Town Hall to speak with Miss Kolseth–” “Woah, woah!” interrupted Griffen. “What on earth were you heading for the Town Hall for?” Even in the inky blackness, you could see Sandra blushing. “Never mind! You boys are so hard to be around!” Griffen and Daniel started laughing quietly. “But I’m serious, Griffen!” she continued. “When the Skua was done interrogating the penguin he-he a-a-ate h-him! He ate the penguin, Griffen! He ate him! And he’s coming for you next!” Griffen’s face paled remarkably (for a Chinstrap Penguin), and was soon silent. “I told you that there was someone out to get you!” she protested. “And what did you say? You said ‘Go soak your head’.” she silenced when the front door of the igloo was banged open, off of its hinges. (“He’s coming!” Sandra hissed quietly. “Hide over there, behind the crates!”) They listened in horror to the entire conversation between a startled Linnea and the Skua: “Aha!” hissed the Skua. “I have finally found the hiding place of Griffen’s friends!” “Who’s Griffen?” asked Eve blankly. “You know perfectly well who Griffen is.” answered the Skua. The Skua’s clawed feet scraped across the floor above them, backing Eve further into her house. “I don’t want to here this trash about him being somewhere else. I sense him here, and if you don’t tell me where, I will tear apart this property brick by brick to find him. Where is he?” “I honestly d-don’t know who y-you are l-looking for.” remarked Eve, trying her hardest to not give up their locations. “Oh?” mused the Skua. “Well then, I have a little present for you then, for your hard work.” Sandra gasped. “Come to think of it, I have a little present for you, too.” said Eve, waddling towards the Skua. “Well then!” said the Skua, impressed. “What is the present?” “It’s on your face!” they heard a loud bang, and a body hitting the floor. “Don’t mess with my children or I will give you another one! Happy?” The trio ran upstairs as fast as their flippers would carry them, to see Eve standing over a large Skua with a thick solid iced plate. The Skua’s beak was crumpled, and its eyes snapped shut due to the pain. “Get your bags, kids.” she told them upon their entrance. “I haven’t killed this thing, and I wouldn’t feel satisfied with myself if I did. Leave, and remember to come back on your Sir Penguin’s Day vacation! Maybe this problem will be sorted out by then.” “Yeah, maybe.” said Griffen. “Listen, guys. Meet me over at my place when your done, then we can get going, okay?” “Okay, but are you sure that you should go alone? I mean–” Sandra started to insist. “Okay!” interrupted Daniel loudly. “We’ll meet you at your place, then!” Griffen waddled out the door, and five minutes later, he had arrived at his place. Linnea opened the door for him, and welcomed him home. Griffen remembered that she didn’t know about the incident yet. “Hey mom?” Griffen started to ask. “I wanted to let you know that we’ll be leaving today to go to Penguin Academy.” “Hmm.” said his mother, sitting on the counter. “I suppose so.” “I also wanted just to let you know why today instead of tomorrow.” “Hmm?” So Griffen recited in his best memory (while packing) how the morrning had went. He also told her about the conversation he overheard at the Tobogganing Tournament. By the end, Linnea was rocking back and forth on her arms, and Griffen knew she was worried. “But I just wanted to tell you that the Skua got… banged.” Griffen reassured her. “On the face. Hard. We aren’t in danger anymore, but we could potentially be sleeping on the streets of Mt. Chill if we don’t leave soon and find an Inn.” Linnea sighed. “Okay…” she said. “Just remember, Sir Penguin’s Day is a month long break, so come back and visit me then… I love you.” They bowed their heads to each other, and touched brows. This is how penguins show affection for each other. Hauling a small trunk along behind him, Griffen met up with Daniel and Sandra outside. They too had trunks, with their possessions inside. They had a lively conversation for a couple hours about Penguin Academy, and Griffen joined in when they talked about the Tobogganing set up. “–I heard they have three Tobogganing Courses!” said Griffen enthusiastically. “Yeah, they do!” said Daniel dreamily. “We can talk about it over dinner tonight. Okay?” “Actually, dinner should be quite soon.” said Sandra “We’ve covered about six miles today, so let’s take a break for the night.” “Agreed.” agreed Daniel and Griffen. “Maybe we should camp off of the road a ways, so that we won’t be disturbed by Nocturnal animals.” “Here looks good,” commented Sandra, examining a small cave along the edge of a slope. “Someone probably burrowed here before us, but it looks empty, so here is good for now.” They talked for about an hour more before turning in. Griffen’s dream was the same as the night before: something to do with the Conspiracy beginning. Before he knew it, he woke to a cloudy day. They had raw Krill for breakfast, then set off with their trunks a bit lighter. By squinting a little, they noticed a group of Penguins ahead of them, almost 100 feet. They waddled excitedly towards the group, but realized it was simply a Mail Penguin lugging around a very large sled, packed tall with boxes and deliveries. Noticing Daniel, Sandra and Griffen, the Mail Penguin stopped. “Aye, hello there!” he bellowed. He was a Rockhopper Penguin, and Griffen assumed he was about seven (by his voice). “You look at me as if I’m a Skua! I don’t bite!” Daniel nodded to Griffen and Sandra, then walked up to the Mail Penguin. They stood in the cold for a few minutes, but then Daniel came back with excellent news. “Convenientally, this Penguin is delivering Mail to Mt. Chill, and he agrees to transport us safely if we help out a bit with pulling the sled.” reported Daniel. “I’m in.” said Griffen, lugging his trunk onto the sled. “Me too,” said Sandra nervously, doing the same as Griffen. “I’ll help up front then, guys.” said Daniel. “Catch up on some sleep. We’ll be there definitely by nightfall.” “Okay.” chorused Griffen and Sandra, sitting down. (“Okay, Geoff, let’s get going!” said Daniel to the Mail Penguin). Griffen fell asleep for a few hours, then woke up when the Sled it a large bump. It was 2:00 p.m., P.S.T. Sandra was sleeping, too, and appeared to have been using a Mail Tarp as a blanket. Griffen pulled out his form, and opened it up. He first saw a paragraph or two explaining the school, and then the Table of Contents. He found ‘Tobogganing’ like an eagle finds a rat, and soon had it opened to the designated page. On the page, there was a bunch of text explaining the tracks, and then there were pictures of Penguins at the bottom of them, frozen in a wave. He read quietly to himself. “Barren Run, the simplest of the Tobogganing Tracks, is for building fundementals for new Tobogganers. Many penguins enjoy it regardless of the lack of skill needed to reach the bottom, and every penguin who gets out there and tries every day say that ‘Although the track is only for basics, it’s still a blast to go down if you do Trick Racing with your friends’. So grab a friend and have fun on the track!” When Griffen looked at the pictures, he saw a shallow hill with a couple of rocks and a crack at the bottom. The picture with the conquering penguins from the year before was practically everyone in the whole school. Griffen laughed heartily. “Wizard Run, the intermediate track of Penguin Academy, suits every penguin who attempts it. Although many don’t make it to the bottom without crashing, everyone agrees that you could go down it fifty times a day, and each ride would be unique in some way. Here is what the conquerers of this track have to say: ‘There is no “going through the motions” on this track. Every ride is different and incredible in its own way. I just can’t wait to get out there and try it again!’ This track is the course for Second years in the Tobogganing Competitions at the end of the year (see ‘events’ for details).” Wizard Run looked like Speed Rush with a few added tricks. The picture with the conquering penguins had significantly fewer penguins, and if he looked hard enough, Griffen could see the printed names of the penguins around the border of the pic. He read on: “Antarctic Run, the Advanced Track of Penguin Academy, is the most challenging addition the staff of the school have ever made. Not only was it hard to go down, but it took almost two years of building to finish. The first recorded completor of the track is named ‘Jackson N. Frost’ in the year of 1897 P.A. His comments after the completion of the track was ‘Honestly, I wasn’t even sure I would make it down after months of training. That deviating drop could scare the feathers off of any new comer or expert at this school! When I reached the bottom though, I heard everyone yelling “Encore!”, and so I did.’ Few have conquered this track, and those few who have were awarded medals as a school honor. Happy Tobogganing!” When Griffen looked at the track, he was stunned. A crag in the center of the course not protected in any method, and he could swear he saw a penguin holding on for dear life along its edge. There were many obstacles, and this hill made Speed Rush look like ‘Barren Run’. The picture of the conquering penguins was actually taken two years ago, due to no completions last year. The names were bold, and he could see the penguins: Jackson Frost, Fritz Seismer, Yishai Dodge and Luciel Grednoffe. He then realized that these were the members of Team Antarctic: his favorite Tobgganing team, and arguably the best on the planet. When Griffen looked up, he could see Mt. Chill, towering a mile above them at its peak. Many villages had been established on the side of it for various reasons. Sandra was gazing dreamily at it. Griffen wanted to help out with navigating, so he waddled up to Daniel, relieved him of navigating, and put the harness on. “So, erm… beautiful, huh?” said Griffen, looking at the mountain. “Aye, sir.” he answered. “’Tis indeed beautiful. Arr, it be too bad that ye have to go to the Academy this year though.” “I’m not understanding what you mean.” Griffen admitted blankly. “Aye… many don’t when I tell ‘em.” he said. “They just call me an old sot and get goin’. Nasty mean, them kids…” “Your not an old sot!” commented Griffen. “But, why would I not go to the Academy this year?” “Aye, evil be stirin’ up there… somewhere… M’ dreams tell me.” he answered. Griffen’s heart dropped like lead. “So, let me guess… you’re dreaming about some Conspiracy, too?” asked Griffen. “Aye, ye read me like a book! Ar har har…” he chuckled. “But how would ye know about this… this Conspiracy thing?” Griffen wanted to say ‘Lucky guess?’ but told the penguin the truth. “I have those dreams, too. Are they real?” Griffen asked. “O’course they be real!” he answered angrily. “Han’t ye been hearin’ ‘bout them visions goin’ around? Get people scared out o’ their feathers and get called thin’s like what I’m called.” “Oh.” said Griffen bleakly. Suddenly he didn’t feel so excited about Penguin Academy. If he was having strange visions in his sleep, then someone would soon know and spread the word. Would he be hated? “O’course, the ones wit’ the visions usu’lly be the smart ones, ye know.” said the penguin reassuringly. “Them other ones just be to scared ter admit that they ‘aint the best.” he started chuckling, but then it turned into a whooping cough (not the disease, just “heh heh heh HORF HACK HACK…”) “So, I suppose then that I will be treated unfairly at the Academy?” asked Griffen. “Aye, ye will indeed.” he answered. Griffen’s legs almost refused to walk, for his anxiety about the next year was too great. “Unless, o’course, ye do somethin’.” The fear flooded out of him, and was replaced by hope. “What do you mean by do something?” Griffen asked him. They were now pulling into the Mt. Chill Docking Center. “Aye, ye’ll figure it out when the time comes.” he answered. “Now, off with ye! I’m a busy man!” So Daniel, Sandra and Griffen thanked him, then waddled out of the Docking Bay. They conversed enthusiastically as they waddled into a new world. Chapter Eight The Chinstrap Lodge Daniel, Sandra and Griffen dragged their trunks not far before they entered the Grand Gates of the city. Sculpted out of unmeltable ice, the gates had been perserved for over 500 years. The entrance was an ark that stretched up about 50 feet high, and Sandra noticed guards stalking the top of the walls, armed with Tranquilising Ice Slingshots. There must’ve been a fenced pathway up at the top, for Griffen also saw that half of their bodies were behind something. Either that, or they were all really messed up. As they passed through the gates, they entered a tunnel just as high that stretched out for a hundred yards. Guards had Blades, Slingshots, and Griffen even saw one holding a small metal tube that was curved slightly at the end so the guard could hold it. Two guards with blades came out to greet them. Up close, you could now notice all of the protective armor they wore. They had special padding on their bellies, a helmet, boots, and a sheath for keeping the sword while it was not being used. “Welcome, to the Grand City of Mt. Chill.” greeted the two guards at the same time. “What is your business here? We ask you to stop so that we may check your bags.” Sandra spoke for the three of them. “My name is Sandra Theve, and that is my brother over there, Daniel. Griffen Lonia is standing next to him. We are first years at the school of Penguin Academy, and require use of the Sled Station to access the school.” “Very well,” said the guard on the left. “Carry on.” Griffen noticed that a penguin was checking his bag. (“All clear, here, boss!” he said in a squeaky voice.) “Let’s go, guys.” said Sandra impatiently, walking forward. “We’d better find a hotel before the ‘Nocturnals’ come out.” “Wait!” called the guard behind them. “If it is a hotel you seek, ask for ‘Chinstrap Lodge’. It’s very close to the station.” “Thank you, officer.” thanked Sandra kindly. “Good day!” (“Aye,” all of the guards responded at one time.) When they passed through the other side of the passage, they gasped at what they saw. They were on a Main road that stretched directly to the other side of the city, which was far away, and was home to the Sled Station. Igloos were tightly packed together was small yards (most of which had small slopes for Tobogganing), and far ahead, larger igloos towered high with at least five floors each. Sandra told them that those were the Offices and Communications for the entire Metropolis. Every message was filtered through there into their direct places. “I see the Sled Station way over there!” exclaimed Sandra, bouncing on her feet. She led them down the Main Road, and into the Hotel nearest the Sled Station. It was the most beautiful room Griffen had ever seen. An amazingly carved fountain of fresh water stood in the center of the room, created from a hard grayish material that Sandra called ‘stone’. Chairs made of ice surrounded the fountain, and about three quarters of them were currently vacant. The ones that were filled had penguins enjoying the sights. The ceiling above them was about seven feet, but when they waddled to the fountain, they realized it was actually a balcony and hallway for those on the First Floor. From what Griffen could see, there were four floors before the ceiling. On the ceiling, though, was a layer of ice in a circle, allowing moonlight to enter and wafte about the room, glancing off of the water. The multiple floors, like the first, had balconies overlooking the Lobby, and were stacked on top of each other by pure ice Archways. Daniel was the first to say say something. “Let’s get a room on the fourth floor!” he protested to Sandra. She agreed dreamily, and then went to the front desk, where a Lady Penguin Bellhop stood. “Hello, and Welcome to The Chinstrap Lodge!” she greeted kindly. “We currently have vacant rooms on floors four and two. How may I help you?” “Yes, hello.” Sandra said for the three of them. “We are attendants of Penguin Academy and need a room to stay in until the Sled leaves on Sunday.” “Ah, yes.” said the Bellhop. “If you have the money to pay for it, I would be delighted to rent you a room until then.” “How much is it?” Griffen asked her. “Well, if you rent a room, we provide you with access to our Restaurant for free, thus spiking the cost up to… oh, Twenty I.P. (Ice Pieces)” she answered. “What?” remarked Sandra, thunderstriken in disbelief. “Each.” she added plainly. “We barely have the money if we pool it all together!” exclaimed Daniel angrily. “Well, as we say here at The Chinstrap Lodge, ‘No Coins, no Cash, No Service.’” said the Bellhop airily. “Now, if you can’t put together the money, it would be wrong of me to throw you out onto the streets, so if you’d like a part time job–” “We have the money,” said Sandra. “We’re just stunned by how much it costs.” she turned to Griffen and Daniel and asked them, “Well? Should we do it?” They agreed very reluctantly, and paid sixty I.P. to the Bellhop in total. Each of them had less than five in a matter of seconds. “I’d also like a part time job.” said Griffen, stepping closer to the counter. “Well, we’ll take care of that after we rent out your rooms.” said the Bellhop kindly. “Now, you have a choice between a line of three rooms on either floors: four or two. Which’ll it be?” “Four.” answered the trio automatically. Soon, they had their keys (Room #s 405-407), and grabbed their cases. “We’ll wait by the fountain.” they told Griffen. “Now, about that part time job…” said the Bellhop to Griffen. “We have a few options for an adolescant like you. Are you interested?” “Yes, please.” answered Griffen. “Good boy.” she remarked pleasantly. “Okay, here’re your choices: “1. You could be a Waitor at The Chinstrap Cafe. Work hours are store hours: 7:00 a.m – 5:00 p.m. Pay is two I.P. a day. How about it?” “Nah.” sad Griffen, shaking his head. He was not very good at remembering things, and was much worse at carrying high stacks of food and plates. Besides, he wanted to be able to explore the city. “That’s okay. Now, how about 2. Being the center of Entertainment every Wednesday and Friday at 7:00 p.m. Just tell jokes and make our guests laugh. You’d get paid four I.P. every act.” “Erm…” replied Griffen nervously. He didn’t want to make a fool of himself in front of an audience, but at the same time, being able to entertain was a good thing to know how to do. But then, he remembered that many other Penguins for Penguin Academy were visiting this hotel, too. He would surely be embarrassed! “No, thanks.” he finally decided. “Hmm… okay, then.” said the Bellhop solemnly. “We haven’t had a staff member doing a comedy act for quite a few months now. But, if you really don’t want to do it, I can’t make you. We have only one more job for an unqualified worker (as yourself).” “And that is?” asked Griffen. “You’d be a Delivery Penguin.” continued the Bellhop. “Your work hours are from 6:00 a.m until all of the Mail and Packages are delivered to the guests. Pay is quite fair at three I.P. a day. Now, if you do your work diligently, we may raise your pay to four a day.” “I like that one!” exclaimed Griffen, making a Penguin sleeping around the fountain wake with a start. He glared at Griffen and ambled up the stairs to his room. “That’s great!” said the Bellhop happily. “Now, if you’ll just sign your name on this form…” She handed Griffen a contract. He read it thoroughly, then signed his name at the bottom. “Work begins tomorrow, 6:00 sharp. Good night!” She stepped through a door and left the counter empty. Griffen waddled over to greet Daniel and Sandra. “Let’s get to sleep; my job starts at 6:00 a.m tomorrow!” said Griffen drowsily. “We’ve had a long day, and I don’t suppose a bed would be too bad right now.” “Agreed,” said Daniel and Sandra, yawning. Five minutes later, they ambled into their rooms. PAUSE: Now, when I say ‘room’ on here, I don’t mean like a Bedroom attached to a lousy Bathroom; I mean when you enter, you are greeted by a Living Room with two Futons next to an Ice Table with a Menu for Room Service. To your left is a bar with three seats in front of a totally decked-out kitchen, with plenty of Counter space for Chopping up fish. To your right of the living room is an average latrine with Ice Sculptures carved around the frame, and basically, a TON of decorative art on the walls. Straight forward is a bedroom with two End Tables with Goblets of Ice Cold water. UNPAUSE: “Woah!” said Griffen excitedly as he entered the living room. “I can see why they charge twenty I.P. for this. It’s heaven!” He ambled over to a futon, dropped his case at the foot of the Table, and dosed off to sleep… He was in a narrow passage that appeared to be underground. He saw two young penguins–a boy and a girl, and somehow, he knew that these were students at Penguin Academy. They waddled on curiously. “What’s this tunnel made of?” asked the boy penguin, examining the walls as they carefully moved on. “I don’t know,” replied the girl penguin with a shudder. “But it’s giving me the creeps.” An uneventful hour of watching them walk silently through the tunnel followed the girl penguin’s answer. They halted altogether when they heard the sound of footsteps drawing near. “Hide!” hissed the boy penguin. They scrambled around the tunnel, but were not able to find places as the footsteps drew closer. After pressing against the wall, a sudden agreement passed between the two of them. What it was? Griffen could not tell. But it was obviously very serious; because the pair of them looked ready to pass out in fear. The footsteps seemed to have turned a corner, and were eventually quenched by the depths of the tunnel. Griffen then felt a sudden lurch pull him forward into a brilliant light. Griffen recognized this place immediately as the Headquarters of a gathering of Skuas called ‘The Conspiracy’. The leader (who sat at the head of the table, and appeared to be twice the size of a normal Skua) of the Conspiracy looked grumpily at the members sitting around the table–the original eight, most of them scarred; including the one Eve whacked with a frying pan (who still had a crumpled beak), and a couple of new faces. These new attendants were Penguins, definitely. They sat there scowling, waiting for the boss to say something. Finally a penguin spoke up. “It was my idea to make this Conspiracy, you know.” he said angrily. “Thus I have complete control over it.” “I have not forgotten.” mused the leader. “You have every right to remove me. But to remove me is to remove all of the Skuas.” Looking at the four penguins who would be under his control if he fired the Skuas, he fell silent. “Er… okay. I’m not firing you. Proceed.” The leader cleared his throat, and looked at a Skua sitting to his left hand side. “Status report.” he grunted to the Skua, who winced slightly. “Erm… yes… the Status Report…” said the smaller penguin, wracking his memories. “Ahh, yes! According to the spike in our attendance, we have acquired five new members, three of which brought by BeakBash.” Griffen assumed that that was his nickname, and to his surprise, the Skua with the crumpled beak stood up and bowed. “I don’t want to hear about getting members, Recon.” growled the leader. “I want to hear about ideas.” “I-i-ideas?” stuttered Recon. “Yes, you forgetful twit.” snapped the leader. “I told you quite plainly in our last meeting that we were to go out and come up with ideas for the new Conspiracy. You’re demoted to soldier.” Everyone gasped. “Y-y-yes, sir.” mumbled Recon, bowing. “Where is my reserve Recon?” asked the leader. The reserve stood up. “Come sit by me, SmallScout. You’ve been given a promotion.” Griffen’s view shifted, and he was now looking back on the two adolescant penguins. He yelled at them: “Don’t do it! Don’t! It’s a trap!” But woke up to Daniel, standing over him. “Don’t do what?” he asked blankly. “Nothing.” Griffen replied groggily, looking arond to make sure he was back in the hotel. “It was just a dream.” Chapter Nine The Sled Griffen prepared himself for 6:00, and by 5:55, he was out of the room. Daniel had gone back to sleep, and Sandra never woke up. He was greeted in the lobby by a large pile of boxes and mail. “Welcome to day one of your new job!” introduced Griffen to himself. He sorted the boxes and Mail into piles by floor, and started with the fourth (to get the hardest over first). His job was very dull work, but when he was delivering a package to floor two, the box jumped out of his hands. Fortunately, no one saw him chasing the box, and nailing it into the floor when it refused to stay at the door. By 7:30, he had delivered the last package to its owner, and headed down to the front desk. A different Bellhop sat there today, it was a male and he didn’t look nearly as pleasant. “Why the heck are you disturbing me this early in the morning, you little twit?” asked the Bellhop angrily to Griffen, after he had rung the bell to get his attention. “I’m the delivery Penguin.” replied Griffen to him plainly. “See that empty space over there? Yeah… that one. At 6:00, it was filled with Mail for me to sort, and I sorted it. What do I do now?” “You go back to bed,” answered the Bellhop. “And you don’t come back until a godlier hour in the morning. Good Day.” “But…” Griffen was very unimpressed by the tone of this Bellhop. “What about my payment?” “Whatever, here’s your payment.” replied the Bellhop, putting down down four I.P. on the table. “And if you don’t bother me again this early, I’ll add one for every day. Deal?” “Deal.” Griffen scooped up the five I.P., and was glad to go back to see Daniel and Sandra. Five days later, the day that the Sled was to go to Penguin Academy, the hotel was packed. Fifty penguins had also come to be at the hotel after Daniel, Sandra and Griffen, so their usual sittings around the Fountain were interrupted daily by the other energetic and annoying students. Griffen dropped his job after he had his payment on Saturday. The nicer Bellhop had come back on Sunday (which made him feel angry about his luck). After repacking their belongings and having a buffet for breakfast, Daniel, Sandra and Griffen checked out of the Hotel. The took in the last sights they would have in a while of Mt. Chill, and before they knew it, they had reached the Sled Station with ten minutes to spare. The Sled Station was a large Ice Castle with Ionian Posts on the front porch. Well, saying a front porch doesn’t give you the idea of the size. It was easily 100 wide and 40 feet deep. Guards were posted around every single way inside, including the windows. The building was about 200 feet high with its towers, and Griffen swore he could see a Skua perched on the tallest tower, observing the crowd. Griffen didn’t point this out to Daniel and Sandra, but he almost did. When they entered, they were greeted by two very strong security guards. The place was packed with Penguins not only attending Penguin Academy, but a few other choice schools, and some were just for public transit. The Foyer of the castle was the only room he could see, because it led straight through the castle to the separate archways where the Sleds docked. The room was 100 feet high, and came to a point in the center of the ceiling before splitting off into four different corridors (which followed suit). Griffen pointed out a Billboard with a fat number 2 next to Penguin Academy. They entered the second corridor, and pushed their ways through the gales of penguins desperately trying to do various businesses, and eventually reached the ticket penguin. Handing in their special tickets, Daniel, Sandra and Griffen were bowed through and led to their seats in the front of the Sled. The Sled was about sixty feet long, and had different sections about ten feet long tied together by pathways on either side of the sled. “Well, I think that’s to help the sled not to go too fast.” replied Sandra to a question that was chattering around in Griffen’s brain. “I’m sure that there’s a way to cover that up, though.” Sandra added at Griffen’s scowling face. “Yeah, there is, actually.” said a voice from behind them. A conductor met their eyes when they turned. “It’s actually stuck in the snow as a brake for now. We’ll be putting them in when we depart.” “Er… thanks.” said Griffen. They waddled to the front and sat with their feet tucked under the curve of the sled. Griffen remained standing, though. Before the Sled was just a vast whiteness, and Griffen assumed that it would be a very boring ride. “Hey, Casey!” called a penguin right behind them. “Look at this! These firsties are trying to be all safe and everything!” Daniel, Sandra and Griffen whipped around to see a second year sniggering at them. He wasn’t talking about Griffen, but Griffen was angry at this bully for taunting his best friends for doing something that they thought was right. “Back off.” Griffen snarled at him. He was very pleased with himself for standing up to this bully, because he was almost a full six inches taller than Griffen. “Make me.” he hissed under his breath. Soon a large and strong penguin (who Griffen assumed was Casey) joined their company with a guard crew of five other mean looking Penguins. Griffen stepped back. “Yes, Ben?” growled Casey to the bully. “Great. You found some law abiding first years. Best scrap of news you’ve given me all day. Anything else?” Casey looked like he was on the verge of starting a fist fight with this kid. “Erm… no.” said Ben solemnly. With a sudden lurch, the sled started moving, and Ben fell on Casey (who toppled over into his gang). “What do you want, anyway?” Casey asked Ben from the ground. “A fight? Or are you gonna call the Skuas on me?” “You wouldn’t dare start a fight on the Sled!” assured Ben, who was up quicker than Casey. “You want to bet?” snarled Casey, who was getting up. “How about that face of yours. If I win, you will be the first penguin to have his beak above his eyes. If you win, I will.” “Deal.” yelled Ben. “Bring it on, you lazy piece of rubbish!” “What did you call me?” roared Casey at Ben. “You’re just too scared to go around without five gang-members, to assure your victory!” screamed Ben. “Why don’t you go and pick on somebody your own size?” “Because!” replied Casey. “There is nobody my size!” Casey was quite right. He was about a foot taller than Griffen, and six inches taller than Ben. Griffen watched the two of them brawl, which continued on for about ten minutes before Casey picked up Ben and threw him off of the edge. Ben skidded for about thirty feet, then started to sink into the snow. A safety Squad Member Tobogganed out and grabbed Ben. “You’re lucky to get out of there, you bully!” roared Casey at Ben, who was desperately flailing his arms in order to escape. He told everyone that Ben had been a spy, and assured them that Ben was probably going to begin an attack on the school. Casey stood right next to Griffen. “You look like a kid who’s ambitious.” commented Casey to Griffen. “With a bit of training, you could probably be an Elite in no time.” “I err… don’t know what to say.” admitted Griffen to Casey. “Of course.” replied Casey. “If you’d like, I’ll explain.” “Please do.” pleaded Griffen. “Okay, then… where to start…” thought Casey out loud. “Ah, yes! As you may have heard, my name is Casey Drizton, and I am the the co-head of military forces at our school.” “So, Penguin Academy has a Military?” asked Griffen. “So what you’re saying is that the school has been attacked in the past?” “Yes for both of those questions. However, the last attack was back when I was a first year. I’m a third year now.” While he paused, Griffen considered the likeliness of him becoming the Military Lead when he was a third year. “Because it’s such an important job, I get my own private dorm, where I would strategize if I need to. I became Military Commander in second year, which was a big deal back then. I led the Academy to a victory against the Skuas.” “Fascinating.” commented Griffen. “So you said something about an Elite, could you get in depth for that?” “Certainly.” replied Casey. “In the Military, there are several different status’s. From lowest to highest, there’s Soldier, Sniper, Strategist, Elite, Admiral and General. I’m the General.” “Now, although most penguins only have the option to join the Military in second year, some kids have joined in the first year and have been real prodegies right then. By my standards, you’re that kind of kid.” Griffen was stunned. “There are some definite pros and cons about going into the military, though.” added Casey. “If you join the military, you are likely to rise yourself on the totem pole of popularity immediately, because in order to join, you have to be invited by the admirals (he pointed at the five mean-looking penguins behind him) or me. Second of all, as you get higher, say you become an Admiral next year, you get a private dorm, though not as big as say, the General’s. Third, there’s the restricted section of the library, of course, restricted to everyone but the Strategists and higher. Great place to do homework. They keep it restricted because all of the books in there are filled with war strategies, which may include sacrifice to complete.” “And then, of course, the cons.” Casey sighed, rcking his brain. “First of all, once you join, you cannot back out until the end of your days here at school. Some people may see that in different perspectives. Second, there’s always the possibility of you getting Killed In Action, and no warriors of mine will die without a ceremony in remembrance of their duty. Third, if you decide to join, you must practice Monday through Friday with the team for about two hours each time. This will dangerously lower the amount of time needed to do homework, and some prodegies in the army have been expelled due to the lack of homework turned in. You’ll find out more of the rules later.” They watched as a large City approached the sled. “Well, I must get to the third year’s section.” He waddled off. “Wait!” called Griffen. “What bout that kid you–” “Later!” Casey called back to him. Griffen sat down next to Daniel and Sandra. They were talking very enthusiastically about the adventures they were going to have. With a screech, the brakes on the sled were activated, and they came to a halt in the Docking Harbor of the City Snowpolis. Chapter Ten The Entrance Ceremony After they unboarded the Sled into the Station, Griffen noticed that this looked as if it were a complete replica of the one in Mt. Chill. Sandra assured them then that thus, “There would be nothing new about it, which simplifies the matter of getting to the school.” They waddled as a large clump towards the exit, and were amazed by the city. It was basically Mt. Chill–expanded ten times. Thousands of igloos were packed around the main metropolis that was buzzing with noise. The buildings stretched higher, and were made of stone for durability, and Griffen saw a tower that stretched high into the air with a large clock on every side. One hour until the Ceremony. They saw a guide before them, waving. When they all had reached him, he started the tour. “Welcome to the Capital of Cape Norvegia, the city of Snowpolis!” he spoke excitedly. He seemed to be the kind of penguin that would try to cram every detail he could into a short amount of time. “I will show you around until it’s time for the Entrance Ceremony. But before I do, Mr. Welkins of Penguin Academy asks that the second and third years make their way in advance to the school.” Two thirds of the group split of and started conversing at once. By the time the guide started his tour, the older students had disappeared. “Now,” he began. “Very many of you are unfamiliar with the city, so if you could pay decent attention, you may find this tour quite interesting indeed.” A murmur of agreement wafted about the crowd before he spoke again. “So, as we know, the Clock Tower is directly behind us, and it is by far the most important relic of this city. Can anybody tell me why?” Sandra’s hand shot up into the air and was called upon. “Because,” she started. “There are only two in the entire Antarctic. The other one is in Cape Darnley.” “Absolutely correct.” replied the tour guide. “Now if you follow me, we will approach the City’s Parliament Caves shortly.” They waddled for five minutes, and found themselves in front of a large cave with a stately entrance. “The Parliament Caves are right here before us.” informed the guide. “Inside of these caves, the rules for all of Cape Norvegia are made. This is also home to the Supreme Court, where one may be sent to P.D.C (Penguin Detention Center) if they are acting against the law. I would’ve loved to have an extra hour to explain the Parliament more in-depth, but I’m afraid we must move on.” Over the course of the next fifteen minutes, he led them to his home (which was close by) and explained the architectural benefits of having houses like those. He told them that the Penguin who created this design was a Government Strategist named David Shretnoffe, and after finding Joseph’s dead body in his office, they found this igloo design on his desk. His children inherited the money from their father, and payed the have the Clock tower built. They continued to be rich beyond imagination, and they owned the Shretnoffe Estate in the center of town. He showed them the City’s Tobogganing courses and explained that the Headquarters for the army of Snowpolis were posted mainly around the Parliament caves due to the Shretnoffe Scandal. They passed an estate for one of the richest penguins of their time–Joseph Dodge, for when he stayed in Snowpolis. They have a quick lunch and were escorted to the pathway leading up to the school. With brains buzzing full of information before even reaching the school, the first years made way to the Academy, and were there within five minutes. Griffen noticed that a couple of the second years had come back to direct the group to the school. Like Mt. Chill, the school had a high wall of ice around the boundaries, thus the only way through was by a large igloo towards the bottom of the wall. The second years who had come back to guide the first years went in after telling everyone to stay put. After a few minutes of silent waiting, they heard the second years yell “Come in!”. When they entered the igloo, Griffen observed that the igloo stretched out to the insides of the walls, and he could see a stairway that led to the top of the wall. “I’m afraid that you’ll have to wait in here until the Ceremony starts.” said a second year through a voice amp. Everyone groaned mornfully and waited in the cramped space. “Hopefully, this will be over soon.” grunted Griffen as someone shoved a skimpy first year into him. They waited for a while, then the doors of the igloo swung open, into a field of ice. All of the Penguins got through in five minutes, and had sat down. Griffen sat near the front so he could hear best. An adult Penguin (who Griffen assumed was the Dean of the school) stepped up onto a raised platform in front of the school. “Welcome,” he said in a proud tone. “Welcome to Penguin Academy.” Everyone burst into applause as he bowed to the school. “I would like to first of all give a whole hearted welcome to the first years at this school, and I hope you find it quite enjoyable.” All of the first years cheered. “This school has been the prefered Academy for all penguins of your age.” he continued. “Thus, I intend to keep it that way. The education of young penguins (as youselves) has been a key factor to surviving when you move on. Every school has their different methods of teaching, and like them, we are quite unique in this world.” “Our main methods of teaching are considered better than the other schools, but is it really? No. Other schools prefer to teach only, for instance, the best at Tobogganing, or, the smartest. They are fit to different expectations, and we must not mourn over what they have and we don’t in this time of need…” A murmur of discombobulation wafted about the room, and only the third years seemed to not be confused by this term–they were scared instead. “On a happier note, I would like to explain the rules preferably to the first years, but a couple of older students may need them again. So listen carefully: After your tour of the Academy, you will be handed Elective sheets with the rules on them as well as your classes. Please note that Repy’s Village is out of bounds if you are a first year, and the only people permitted to use the igloos aside from the ones hosting the classes of Nurturing and Iceology are the teachers and School Military. Am I clear?” “Yes, sir…” chorused the school. “I have three announcements to make before we break council. Due to popular demand, the course of Wizard Run has had snow added to it.” The second and third years split into a roar of applause, and Griffen couldn’t help clapping too. “Also, we are pleased to welcome our new Iceology teacher, replacing Mr. Fligenzey, Mr. Baffin!” He waited for applause as the teacher stood up and waved. “And finally, we are requiring a new subject termed Military Training for the third years. We want to wish a warm welcome to Mr. Creucian. The rest of the rules are in the elective sheets, and my name is Mr. Welkins. I am the Dean of Penguin Academy, and I hope you have an enjoyable end exciting experience in the year that has dawned upon us as of… now.” Chapter Eleven The Misplaced Scroll A teacher near the back of the room barked orders at people, and soon they were separated into groups of first, second, and third years. The first years looked curiously around, while Griffen remained looking at his flippers, thinking about the Ceremony. Our main methods of teaching are considered better than the other schools, but is it really? No. Other schools prefer to teach only, for instance, the best at Tobogganing, or, the smartest. They are fit to different expectations, and we must not mourn over what they have and we don’t in this time of need… What did Mr. Welkins mean about a time of need? It sounded like something big was coming up… could it possibly be the Conspiracy? The last time he had had a vision about them, Only about fifteen units attended the meeting. A spark of hope flashed about his mind–maybe they couldn’t find enough penguins, and they would give up! He was brought out of his thinking when Sandra gave a tug on his arm. They followed the teacher, who was giving a rather quick and lousy tour. He decided to converse with Daniel instead of listen. “What do you think that Mr. Welkins meant about a time of need?” Griffen asked Daniel quietly. “Honestly, I don’t know.” replied Daniel. “But those third years looked tense. This has got to be big, or they wouldn’t have been–” They were interrupted by a penguin named Ronger’s voice. “Okay, guys,” started Ronger. “We’ll split you all up into groups of twelve or thirteen to get around quicker.” there was a flurry of movement, and in about five minutes, the groups were set. Daniel was in Ronger’s group, Sandra was in the group of a tough third year named Christopher, and Griffen was in Casey’s group. “Okay,” announced Casey. “We’re going to leave group by group starting with Ronger, then me.” Everyone in the area nodded, including all of the penguins from other groups. “Ronger, proceed.” Ronger left with his group, then shortly after, Casey and his group. “Okay, so as Ms. Georgia said, these caves are the heart of Penguin Academy.” announced Casey. “Can anybody tell my why? (no one raised their hands) No? The answer is ‘When the Skuas attacked Penguin Academy in my first year, this was the last hope for the school to stay standing.’ If you would like to learn more, you could visit the Library. Which reminds me: I need to show you where all that stuff is!” He led them through the cave, pointing out the signs for the classrooms. “When you pick classes, Predator Evasion, Hunting, and Swimming, get weekly expeditions to put your knowledge to test. Swimming just goes out there and trains, but it’s all good fun.” He showed them the Library and warned them never to use the restricted section, then they left the caves through a secret exit (to use in case of emergency). They then went to the igloos, were showed the rooms for Iceology and Nurturing, and then were told about the storage houses. There were tons of them all over the school, and they too are out of bounds except for emergency. The tour was over after Casey showed them the dormitories and the Tobogganing courses. They had a go down Wizard Run, and Casey won by quite a bit to Griffen (who challenged him). “So, here are your elective sheets, turn them in at the Auditorium where you were given the Entrance Ceremony.” Griffen couldn’t see Daniel or Sandra, so he asked Casey for advice about classes. He suggested taking seven classes so you have two free periods to do Homework on certain days. Griffen thanked him, then sat down and read the sheet. Classes: You may choose up to nine classes maximum and five classes minimum using the Time Table shown below and the classes. To choose a class simply circle the name below: History Arithmetic Nurturing Languages Iceology PredatorEvasion Hunting Swimming Tobogganing The obligatory classes are Predator Evasion, Swimming, and Hunting. If you do not circle those classes we choose which of yours to knock off. RULES: Curfew is strictly at 10:00 p.m, and exceptions may be made for Homework. If you fail to bring in homework you will be distributed a warning and detention. If repeated, you will recieve an expulsion and will be escorted off of the grounds at once. Monday:                        Tuesday: 8-9 am:  languages             8-9am: predator 9-10 am: predator evasion      9-10am: arithmetic 10-11am:  swimming             10-11am: languages 11-12am: break 11-12pm: break 12-1pm:  lunch break           12-1pm: lunch 1-2pm:  hunting                1-2pm: iceology 2-3pm:  history                2-3pm: hunting Wednesday:                     Thursday: 8-9am:  nurturing              8-9am: arithmetic 9-10am: arithmetic             9-10am: hunting 10-11am: tobogganing class     10-11am: iceology 11-12am: break                 11-12am: break 12-1pm: lunch break            12-1pm: lunch break 1-2pm: predator evasion        1-2pm: swimming 2-3pm: history                 2-3pm: history Friday: 8-9am: hunting 9-10am: swimming 10-11am: predator evasion 11-12am: break 12-1pm: lunch break 1-2pm: nurturing 2-3pm: tobogganing class Griffen considered his future, and circled History, Arithmetic, Languages, Iceology, the three Obligatory ones and Tobogganing. He picked eight, and bet himself all of the money he earned at the Hotel that Sandra was picking nine. As he turned in the Elective sheet, he got a list of who was in his dormitory. He got back his schedule, but looked at the Dormitory arrangements instead. Daniel, Griffen, Nyloth, Chevor, Colyn, Jared, Sandra, Olivia, Felicia, Spindella, Michelle and Stacey. Not knowing a third of the students he was bunking with, he looked at his elective sheet as he waddled to the Library, to see what his classes looked like for the next day: Monday: 8-9 am:  languages 9-10 am: predator evasion 10-11am:  swimming 11-12am: break 12-1pm:  lunch break 1-2pm:  hunting 2-3pm:  history The first day was a full day… typical. He entered the Library. It was the largest cavern Griffen had ever seen. Two floors of bookshelves piled high with books met his eyes wherever he looked. There were a few separate reading nooks for peace, but otherwise the Library was entirely open. He saw Casey on the second floor, sitting at a table with a scroll of ice. A girl Penguin was also sitting at the table, pointing out an artifact of some sort. They spoke in hushed voices, and Griffen realized that the second floor must be the restricted section. Griffen strode quietly to the Section on Languages, and found himself drowned from sound immediately; the bookshelves were so high. His hand was rifling through the pages of a book called The Rockjop Index of all Words, and found a small slip of ice that had Data for a separate book. He curiously saught out the book, and found himself instead holding a roll of old ice that was beginning to crack. Forgeting the Book on Languages, Griffen carefully opened it, which revealed a student’s writing. The ice was easily two and a half feet long, so he leaned up against the shelf and began to read the written text: The Conspiracy of Penguin Academy Date: 3/12/1897 Time: 12:00 p.m. Place: The Crumplebeak Bar, Repy’s Village Members: Fifty Significance: The Conspiracy of Penguin Academy This couldn’t be good. Even though it took place two years ago… That was the year Casey was a first year! Was this what was troubling the third years? He read on: Kretin: “Thank you all for coming to support me and Christopher in our need to make Penguin Academy the best it can be.” Christopher: “Yes, thank you. It has taken toil beyond belief thinking about how we do this, and your support makes it worthwhile.” Kretin: “Penguin Academy has been the center school of intelligence since the 50’s, yet some of us strive to learn more than the Penguin’s view at things. We came here today in strife to learn more. Who agrees?” Crowd: “Aye!” Chris: “Excellent. Thus your support, we will explain to you what we are doing… and why.” Crowd Member: “Why haven’t you told us the details before we came here?” Kretin: “An excellent question. The secrecy of this project is too great, and if I told you within the boundaries of the school, a Teacher’s Pet could have heard me, thus ruining it in the eyes of safety.” Crowd Member: “So what you mean is that what we’re doing (whatever it is) isn’t safe?” Chris: “It’s perfectly safe if you don’t speak of it except within our council. So don’t blab.” Kretin: “Yes, as Christopher said. Now, the teachers Penguin Academy has hired are teaching us things we already know, thus we learn nothing new.” Chris: “Our goal is to strike Penguin Academy with a Conspired group of kids who want to learn more.” Kretin: “The teachers will eventually have to give in because we have something they don’t: Skuas.” Crowd Member: “Skuas? They’re not even allowed in the school boundaries!” Chris: “Exactly. We will find a vacant building in the village and train for our strike. If you tell someone, the Skua eats you under our orders.” Kretin: “We know that the teachers will not prepare us for battle until second and third years, so we hired a Skua to teach us instead. We will get more out of it this way.” Chris: “Our first meeting will be back here in one week. Sign up on this paper and be there.” The Conspiracy: Led by Christopher and Kretin Samuel Joenah Jakob Xaviur Kriad Linus James Robert Rodriguez Zachary Griffen’s eye caught on something after Zachary’s name. Written clear as day, was the name: Casey Was it the Casey he knew? If it was, he needed to report to a teacher about this. Thirty nine more names were written under Casey’s name, and Griffen realized that the names on here were all of the present third years–minus the girls. Griffen continued to read on, and found a battle strategy at the bottom. It included Repy’s Village as a starting point, and the caves as the goal. Dots with miniscule names were written behind arrows that pointed to where they should go. He was walking out of the Library to show Daniel and Sandra when Casey caught him from behind. “Hey, Griffen!” “Oh, hi, Casey.” “What’s that you have in your hand?” Casey inquired as Griffen turned to look at him. “I was going to ask you, Casey.” Griffen replied, giving him the scroll. “Why is your name in there?” As Casey unfurled the scroll, his face paled. “That was a long time ago, Griffen.” He paused. “They betrayed my trust. Forget you saw it.” “No, Casey.” Griffen replied. “I need to know what the truth was about this Conspiracy.” Griffen wanted to take back his words immediately, but to his surprise, Casey sighed and started talking. “Very well, Griffen. Don’t tell anyone about this.” Griffen nodded to Casey as Casey continued to talk: “The Conspiracy was originally a study group that met in the Library to learn as much as they could.” Griffen scoffed. “But we eventually grew bored of what we were learning, for we were above our grade level–twice.” “So, to put in short, we grouped together and started learning things from the point of which most penguins refuse to take: Skuas. They taught us amazing battle techniques, we learned things that some adult penguins don’t even know, then they started talking about killing.” He said killing as if it were a new language. “I dropped out secretly and informed our old Principal, Mr. Giordani about the group. At the end of the year we scraped a win off of the war that the Conspiracy had planned (thanks to my information) and Mr. Giordani was assassinated. Anything else?” “Yeah.” replied Griffen. “Two things actually. Number one: How did you win the war?” “Well…” started Casey. “Really it was all luck. After I told the school about the plan, everyone was required to take Military classes, and for the first time, people took a first year seriously. When the war started, everyone was so prepared that they got cocky and many were killed by an alliance of Polar Bears and Skuas. Our old Military Commander, Frederick Saemio, fought to his death, earning the most school awards any penguin has ever recieved in the school. He has an entire shelf dedicated in his honor in the Trophy Room.” “After word spread in battle that he died, everyone really lost interest in battling and started retreating to the caves. The Conspiracy pretty much took over the school and used the dead students to fuel their team (meaning they ate them), and most of the penguins who started the Conspiracy turned back to our side after finally realizing that they were not benefiting the school. I led the remaining students into war and startled the Conspiracy’s forces. We drove them off without killing all of them, and I was dubbed Military Commander at the Service of the Fallen. The Service of the Fallen was where we honored the dead students who fought bravely to defend our school.” “Then, after that–” “They’re coming back, Casey.” Griffen interrupted. “I know it. My dreams tell me.” “Is this the second thing?” Casey inquired angrily. Griffen nodded Casey just stared at Griffen blankly for what seemed to be over a minute, then sighed and said “We feared this day since the war. If your dreams continue, inform me in my dorm at the end of the hall on floor three. I will take this scroll and destroy it. Remember, don’t tell anyone about this.” “Okay…” Griffen promised. Casey waddled out of the Library, leaving Griffen alone in the Library except for the Librarian who was pacing the second floor. Chapter Twelve Clean Slate Griffen slept that night, only dreaming about his real first day at Penguin Academy. However in the middle of the dream, the teacher turned into a Skua and ate everybody. He woke up to Daniel, who said Griffen had been twitching. Rubbing the daze out of his eyes, he looked around. There was a game board on the ground that had an interesting landscape (mountains, rivers and snow) at the foot of someone’s bed. Daniel had decided to bunk on the upper floor of Griffen’s bed, and his unkempt belongings hung over the side of the bed, obscuring Griffen’s view of the upper half of the room. Once Griffen got out of bed and stretched, though, he realized that there wasn’t much to marvel at: Twelve penguins sleeping on bunk beds. Three bunk beds for girls, three for boys. He had decided to skip dinner last night, thus his stomach was living off of the small lunch he had yesterday with the tour guide. Griffen ambled across the room and left the dormitory, followed by Daniel. “So…” started Griffen, who was half awake. “Where were you yesterday?” “Oh, I was getting to know the grounds better.” replied Daniel. “Of course I was dragged along by my maniacal sister.” he added hastily when Griffen looked at him. “I wouldn’t be surprised if she drag
  11. Pengbro2 permalink
    July 4, 2009 12:58 PM

    The comment was too long 😆 Here is the stuff after that:

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    Chapter Twelve
    Clean Slate

    Griffen slept that night, only dreaming about his real first day at Penguin Academy. However in the middle of the dream, the teacher turned into a Skua and ate everybody. He woke up to Daniel, who said Griffen had been twitching.

    Rubbing the daze out of his eyes, he looked around. There was a game board on the ground that had an interesting landscape (mountains, rivers and snow) at the foot of someone’s bed. Daniel had decided to bunk on the upper floor of Griffen’s bed, and his unkempt belongings hung over the side of the bed, obscuring Griffen’s view of the upper half of the room.

    Once Griffen got out of bed and stretched, though, he realized that there wasn’t much to marvel at: Twelve penguins sleeping on bunk beds. Three bunk beds for girls, three for boys. He had decided to skip dinner last night, thus his stomach was living off of the small lunch he had yesterday with the tour guide. Griffen ambled across the room and left the dormitory, followed by Daniel.

    “So…” started Griffen, who was half awake. “Where were you yesterday?”

    “Oh, I was getting to know the grounds better.” replied Daniel. “Of course I was dragged along by my maniacal sister.” he added hastily when Griffen looked at him. “I wouldn’t be surprised if she drags me into the Library to help her do homework–not that she needs help, though.”

    “I myself was in the Library.” admitted Griffen as they took a left at a fork in the cave. “It’s not a bad place, its just… full of a ton of stuff.”

    “What d’you mean?” inquired Daniel.

    “I’m not supposed to tell you.” replied Griffen. “It’s top secret stuff. I don’t think I was supposed to see it myself, and I think I’ve learned a little bit more than I should’ve already.”

    “Come on, just tell me!” complained Daniel. “You can trust me, I’m your best friend!” Griffen considered as they passed through the archway that led them into the Main Cave.

    “No.” said Griffen in a harsh tone. “It’ll just make you more protective over me, because of something that happened a long time ago.”

    “Is it what those third years were worried about yesterday?” asked Daniel innocently. Griffen looked at him, then stayed silent for a few minutes as he pieced together what he had learned.

    The third year boys were acting nervous the other day because they almost destroyed all the school was back then and what it is today, thus making the teachers able to blame them for that, while at the same time, they returned to the good side, making the remaining members of the Conspiracy angry, bringing yet another war to gain revenge…

    “Yes.” replied Griffen. “That’s what it’s about on the nose. Leave it at that.”

    Griffen sighed in relief as Daniel nodded and continued to lead the way to Breakfast.

    “Wait.” Griffen told Daniel as he rushed off to the Library to check out the books he needed for the day. By the time he had gotten out of the Library, the wake-up squawk was being issued, and they could hear all of their fellow students getting out of bed.

    “Good thinking.” admitted Daniel, taking half of the books for him to carry (including the History book, to which Griffen sighed in relief) himself.

    They were the first ones to arrive at the Diner, which was named Ferry’s Fish Fillet. Griffen got a plate of small fish to munch on as he began reading the Languages book. Sandra joined them accompanied by a girl and boy penguin (who Griffen rcognized from his last Conspiracy-like dream). They waddled off to their own table, realizing that each one only holds three.

    “Hey Daniel, Griffen.” Sandra said brightly as she took the remaining chair at the table. “Those kids over there are from our dorm, too. Their names are Nyloth and–Griffen? Are you all right?”

    Griffen had been watching the conversation of Sandra’s company, which had been very scarce, considering that the girl left after wolfing down a small tray of fish. Her seat remained empty.

    “Oh! Yeah, I’m all right.” Griffen averted from watching them and looked back to Daniel. “Oh, man! I have to get going to Languages.” He scooped up five fish and ate them in a jog to the caves, followed by Daniel and Sandra.

    They entered a caverous room labeled above the door as Languages. It was about thirty desks on the floor in front of a raised platform where the teacher taught. Bookshelves lined the room, and were cluttered by the lack of care students had for the books. They got seats in the second row all next to each other, then watched in anxiety as the rest of the room filled. The desks they sat at had the information of sculptor, and the sculpting date. Griffen’s was made three years before Sandra’s, whose desk was made one day before Daniel’s.

    “Welcome to the clean slate that has been provided for you that is Penguin Academy.” welcomed the teacher, already scraping in a medifore before even introducing herself. “My name is Mrs. Myer, and most of you should know what subject I teach.” she eyed the room sternly. “Because it is your first day here, I thought it would be best if we tried to cover the basics on what you will learn throughout the year. I will hand around paper for you to take notes on, as well as scrapers to write with.” she passed around the said materials.

    “The first language we will study is Penguitton. This is the language most used of all on the Antarctic, and it is thus made a vital importance that penguins who don’t know it do. Please write down the following on your paper.”

    She turned to the board and wrote very neatly:

    Course Aims:
    1. Improve vocabulary of Penguitton Language

    “The second language that we are going to learn is Rockjop. This is the language used by the Rockhopper penguins. It’s very widely spoken by mostly Rockhoppers, and since the Rockhoppers are the second largest penguin colony in the Antarctic, this is a vital importance. This will be the most difficult Language to learn.”

    She turned to the board and wrote:

    2. Learn the basic vocabulary of Rockjop and begin to study conversation

    “The final language that I will teach you will be Teylon. Teylon is used by the Macaroni Penguins and was used by the ancient Chinstraps before the island adopted Penguitton in 350 P.A. Though it is not as widely used as it once was, we will still make a course aim to learn a fraction of it before term ends.”

    She then quickly wrote course aim #3:

    3. Begin Teylon and study its history and significance to modern day Penguitton

    “Okay, class. Now repeat after me…”

    ***

    The class had gone pretty well, considering that an hour ago, they didn’t even know the teacher’s name. They spent the majority of class pronouncing ‘hello’ and ‘good bye’ in Rockjop. It was a lot harder than what they expected, because they sounded almost exactly the same, so no accent would be acceptable. Griffen sighed and said bye to the teacher (“Tiniloth.” she corrected him, waving).

    “I don’t suppose that the penguins who made up that stupid language could’ve made it a little easier?” groaned Daniel as they waddled towards Predator Evasion. The hallway was packed, so they had to speak loudly to hear themselves.

    “I don’t think so…” replied Griffen.

    “Honestly, you two!” scolded Sandra “It’s not that hard! Maybe if you looked at things with a bit more interest you would find them more–”

    “Just do us a favor please, Sandra?” asked Daniel as they walked in to Predator Evasion. “Shut up.” Sandra edged away from him and sat far away from Daniel (who took up the last space in the back). Griffen talked with Sandra while the class filled. The room was twice as large, considering it had to hold all of the first years at one time. Otherwise it was exactly the same as the Languages room, just with less books on the shelves

    “I don’t suppose we’ll be facing anything really dangerous on our first day in this class, right?” asked Griffen as the teacher walked through the door. His face was scarred, and so was the rest of his body.

    “I don’t think so, but don’t get your hopes up.” said Sandra quietly as the noise died down.

    “Good morning, students.” said the teacher roughly. “Call me Mr. Gregory. As it is only our first day here, I’ll take it easy on you kids and we’ll play a little game. Am I understood?”

    “Yes, Mr. Gregory.” chimed the class.

    “Great.” he responded. “Now, the game rules are as follows: I will attempt in my best thoughts how a Skua would corner someone like you, and pretend to be one. You will simply avoid me as long as you can one by one. When I catch you, say your name and what region you come from. Ready?”

    He chased around each student, some lasting for only a few seconds, and a few (like Nyloth and Griffen) went uncaptured because the teacher gave up on them. The class period was over quite soon, and everyone had achieved at least a steady pant as they left the room.

    “That wasn’t to bad.” commented Griffen. “I like that kind of class. It puts athletic skill to the test which is why I like it at. Too bad about that Colyn kid, though.” he laughed, remembering the shriek Colyn issued when Mr. Gregory started to chase him.

    “I thought we’d be getting some homework by now, though!” complained Sandra. “I was studying up to about 10:00 last night!”

    “Sandra,” said Griffen, aghast. “It’s our first day. Give it a rest!” They waddled in to Swimming class, which looked exactly like Predator Evasion’s.

    “Good morning class.” started the teacher when the room filled. “My name is Mr. Jenkins. Let me warn you that I will not take it easy on you kids just because it’s your first day. I want to see 100% effort 100% of the time you’re with me.” he looked around the room at his students. “Especially today. We’re going out to the ocean.”

    The class cheered and were escorted to the ocean by the teacher. An hour later, they returned to class sopping wet and tired.

    “That was the hardest class I ever attended.” yawned Daniel who left the room with them. “I’m going to go take a nap for our break period.” he shuffled off to the dorm and was out of sight.

    “I admit, it was hard.” commented Griffen. “I think I did pretty good with the whole dodging thing, though.”

    “That’s mostly because you Toboggan.” said Sandra simply. “I wasn’t the best in the class, but I think I did pretty well myself.”

    “Do you know what our afternoon looks like?” asked Griffen as they waddled out of the caves.

    “I know we have Hunting, for a fact.” replied Sandra, taking out her schedule. “Oh yes! Then we have History!”

    Well, I’m going to return my books to the dorm so that I can have an afternoon without having to lug around this load.” Griffen waddled off to the dorm to return all the books he had except History.

    They spent the free hour in the Library, reading up on things from History to Tobogganing (Griffen, of course). After the free period, they attended lunch at Ferry’s Fish Fillet, and ironically, they had Fish Fillet.

    Hurrying off to Hunting without a word to anybody, Griffen sat up front and regretted it as soon as class started. Ms. Ternithia was a tall and lean penguin who glared at the class whether she was happy or not.

    “Welcome, students.” greeted the teacher coolly. “My name is Ms. Ternithia and I will not be referred to in any other way.” she looked at the class, still unsure whether to change her attitude or not. She obviously took the latter.

    “Now…” she glared at the class before continuing. “Hunting. How much do you know about it?”

    A few hands shot up in the air, including Sandra.

    “Nothing!” Ms. Ternithia bellowed at the class. “You!” she pointed at Sandra. “How many Skuas does it take to do a penguin in as yourself?”

    “Er–”

    “Time’s up!” Ms. Ternithia screamed as soon as Sandra opened her beak. “You know nothing! And because of this–” she cut off her voice and grabbed a bucket from behind her desk. “We will start from the basics. Line up facing me. I will put a fish in here, you bob your beak into the bucket and catch the fish. If you eat the fish, detention. I will not tolerate with penguins who eat their fish!”

    For the rest of the class, they passed around a bucket and tried to catch the fish. At the final bucket, they had to skirt the sides in order to catch it. The only penguin who got it on their first try every time was an anxious penguin who didn’t ever stop trembling. When Ms. Ternithia accused him of cheating, he ran from the room, crying.

    “I cannot believe how poorly you are reacting to hunting. I have thus decided that triple the homework might make you want to think twice before acting up. Dismiss.” she piled the homework on and glared at every penguin who she passed homework out to.

    “Happy, Sandra?” fumed Griffen as they went to History.

    “No, actually.” admitted Sandra, looking at the work. “It’s a little easy…” her voice trailed off when Griffen did his best Ms. Ternithia glare.

    “She’ll assign you triple that for saying so in her class.”

    “No she won’t, she’ll be glad that–”

    Griffen scoffed. “Ms. Ternithia? Glad? I’ll give you my I.P that I earned at the Chinstrap if she ever is glad.” Sandra smiled as Daniel caught up with them and sat with them in History. They took a chance and sat at the front again.

    They were glad they did, because the penguin who taught the subject spoke very quietly, although he seemed like a nice guy.

    “Hello, class. My name is Mr. Dandelberry.” introduced the teacher. “I would like you to take notes while I teach at all times, so that I will not have to repeat myself often. Please take out your ice and scrapers and let’s begin with the lesson.” There was a loud shuffle as the students got out the said items.

    “Since it is our first day, I would like to give a brief account of how the island came to be as it is today. Everybody ready?” Everyone nodded. As Mr. Dandelberry started to talk, Griffen realized that some people would probably sleep through the class. Griffen wouldn’t sleep no matter what, though.

    “Long ago, at the dawn of the Penguin Ages (P.A), colonist penguins speaking the Teylon language found the Antarctic. Their old home was an island known as Gretsned (pronounced Great-ee-sned) which means ‘Mirage’ in Teylon. This island no longer exsists due to dramatic volcanic activity.” The attendants who were awake stared around the room nervously. “These penguins found the Antarctic out of mere luck and found it suitable. The colonists who settled here eventually evolved into the many species of penguins.

    “So, they were like super penguins?” asked one of the students.

    “In certain ways, yes, but they had no significant powers that we don’t other than the fact that they were a mix between every species that exsists in modern day culture.”

    “After they found this island, they started to form a colony because they were the first. This colony was named Snowpolis, and this school was founded to provide education to the young colonists. School today is much more advanced with better teachers, though. Over the course of hundreds of years, all of the present day cities were formed and Snowpolis boomed as the center of all life.”

    “So as time went on, more species became so and they insisted upon segregation so that they could teach things their own ways to generations to come. This led to the first Great Penguin War, and the prize was Snowpolis to breed in. The Ancient Chinstraps held the city with force and old technology such as the Blade and Slingshot.”

    “The island made the big switch between Teylon and Penguitton languages in 350 P.A, however the Rockhopper penguins refused to integrate languages, and inhereted Rockjop from Ancient Ruins in ther main city.”

    “And then as time progressed further, all of the species wanted more territory to breed with, thus leading to modern day crises such as wars, depressions, and so on.”

    “After the first Great Penguin War, five followed between other colonies. The Chinstraps continued to dominate territory, and won Capes Anne, Darnley, and Adare. We came to an alliance in the battle for Cape Poinsett with the Rockhoppers, ending the sixth Great Penguin War.”

    Griffen raised his hand and was called on. “So… According to what you said, four of the six Great Penguin Wars were caused by the Ancient Chinstraps, but before, you said that we made colonies around Snowpolis and watched the other colonies battle over land.”

    “I did indeed.” replied Mr. Dandelberry. “But you did not understand me. The battles for Capes Anne, Darnley, and Adare were not deemed ‘Great Penguin Wars’ because we stormed them by surprise and took them over quite quickly. Because we had the surrounding Capes of Poinsett, the Rockhoppers understood what was coming and took no haste giving up their small colonies and retreating all of the soldiers to the Main City. We tried to sweep them away in surprise, but they were ready. We’ll do an in-depth study of the six Great Penguin Wars next term. This term we will do an in-depth on the island’s history.”

    “But–” started Griffen. “Wouldn’t we have to learn them at the same time in order to cover the history of the island in order?”

    “Who ever said we were doing it all in order?” inquired the teacher. “You misunderstood me again. We will cover the most significant parts, then focus on the smaller things, then the wars. For others who misunderstood me, I will repeat the history. Take notes and listen up.”

    Griffen looked over his notes as Mr. Dandelberry restarted the history. He had written down as much as he could when the teacher first said the history, but looked over and saw Daniel writing. At the end of class, he told them to not forget the island’s history, and he waved them out of the door.

    • July 5, 2009 12:37 AM

      Wow! AWESOME!

      You got the idea of the Skuas from my story, didn’t you? 😆

  12. Pengbro2 permalink
    July 6, 2009 11:08 AM

    Actually, I got it from both yours AND Mateo’s stories.

  13. July 10, 2009 6:50 PM

    Pengbro, we will judge the pictures tomorrow morning between 5:00 and 8:00 PST. I can’t change the time, because I’m going to be really busy tomorrow. Sorry if this is inconvenient!

    • Pengbro2 permalink
      July 10, 2009 9:37 PM

      Deal.

      • July 11, 2009 5:06 PM

        I’m sorry I wasn’t on Chat this morning! 😦

        I’ll try to be there tomorrow between 6:00 and 8:00 PST.

        • Pengbro2 permalink
          July 17, 2009 4:52 PM

          Kelli, I’m sorry for the inconvenience, but I can’t be on chat until probably 7:00 Est.

          My dad is becoming a professional teacher and that requires a ton of online stuff, and the laptop is being upgraded.

          Sorry again!
          Pengbro2

          • Pengbro2 permalink
            July 17, 2009 4:54 PM

            Never mind! Meet me on chat!

  14. Pengbro2 permalink
    July 28, 2009 8:16 AM

    My Realization (Title)

    Lately I’ve been working on my stories a TON, and I realize that when I write Novels, I often don’t convey them to the finish. So I pretty much want to start new. I want my Penguin Academy Story and my War Story deleted, and when I finish my current elf story, my old one deleted.

    I really want to make my stories exciting. That’s why my page isn’t on the top posts link. Kelli deserves to be on there. So good job!

    We Waddle On!
    Pengbro2

  15. Pengbro2 permalink
    July 28, 2009 4:33 PM

    Chapter One

    In a room with no entrance or exit, with no windows and no carpet, sat a dresser that cast a shadow next to an elf who was frozen in time.
    The light bulb in the corner of the room was dull; moths and other insects swarmed it, and it was coated in days of grime over that. The buzz of electricity flowing through it was the only noise to be heard.
    With a crack, the dresser shuddered an opened its doors. The light bulb dimmed tremendously as the head of an elf emerged, followed by its body, which was wearing a cloak as dark as midnight. The cloaked elf pulled up a hood and examined the room carefully, observing every detail–except the other elf. After a minute or so, he waved his wand lazily, and with a gasp, the frozen elf fell to the floor, matted in sweat at once.
    The cloaked elf watched him, amused by his shock.
    The now conscious elf had dirty blond hair, which appeared after a few seconds as brown. He had multicolored eyes radiating hatred towards the cloaked elf, and stood, up, feeling in his pocket for a wand that wasn’t there.
    “Looking for this?” asked the cloaked elf maliciously, pulling out a second wand from his cloak, then waving it around.
    “What do you want?” croaked the wandless elf, trembling.
    “I want you to tell me” started the cloaked elf. “Where the Fangrorysian Elves live.” The other elf shuddered and slumped to the floor, unconscious.
    “Not again!” shrieked the hooded elf, snapping the other elf’s wand in two, then pulling out his own. “Get up! Stupîreosa!” A blinding flash of white light emitted from the tip of his wand, followed by an energy blast so powerful that the unconscious elf was thrown across the room into a wall six feet above the ground. His legs crumpled under his weight on the floor, and his rasping breath returned.
    “Kill me.” Begged the now conscious elf. “Kill me!”
    “Oh I will, don’t worry.” assured the cloaked elf. “But first, you will tell me where the Fangrorysian Elves live.”
    “Their secret remains with me, and nothing you can do, nothing will make me reveal them.” replied the crumpled elf croakily.
    “Oh?” wondered the hooded elf. “Are you sure?” The crumpled elf nodded.
    “Then you leave me no choice but to use magic.”
    “Give me my wand.”
    “You can try fighting me with it.” The hooded elf tossed the two halves of the wand to his prisoner, and lowered his hood.
    His face was odd. His ears pointed backwards instead of upwards, his left eye had a scar running across it, reducing it to a slit, while his right eye remained wide open, and never blinked. His nose was diagonal, with the same scar running across it. His mouth was curled into a malicious smile.
    “So you are going to allow me to duel?” inquired the elf, supporting his weight on a locked arm.
    “I am.” replied the strange elf. “On the count of three, now. One, two three.”
    “Kretárino slobeis–”
    “Disabilitîrus!” the crumpled elf stopped murmuring the incantation due to the fact that his magical abilities were gone. A wave of heat erupted from the strange elf’s wand, surrounding the crumpled one. “Reveal their location! Fanysrîrea!”
    The crumpled elf shrieked in agony and started groaning while rolling around on the floor in feeble position.
    “Tell me their location.” Mused the strange elf keeping his wand pointed at the weak elf’s head. The nerves around his skull began pulsing so violently that they became visable, and his face turned a nasty shade of purple.
    “Please…” begged the elf. “Make it stop! Please! Please!”
    “No.” replied the strange elf. “You know that you deserve this punishment, but it could all stop forever if you just tell me where they are.”
    The weak elf shrieked in agony again as his veins surged with magic–his magic.
    “I will not!”
    “Fanysr–”
    “Frézariäsku!” The weak elf raised his hand to cast the spell, and unbelievably, the spell became and hit the strange elf, square in the face, adding another scar to his nose. The weak elf focused all of his energy on his strength; if he didn’t, the other elf would break free. He grabbed his wand quickly, and then snatched up his captor’s.
    But a pain seared through his body once more and he fell to the ground.
    The strange elf looked down at him menacingly, then grabbed back his wand and kicked the weaker elf in the face, breaking his nose with a crack.
    “You honestly thought you could beat me, didn’t you?” mocked the strange elf. “I will force you to reveal the information, now that you have no guard, and you can’t even speak properly. Tut tut.”
    “I wod’t gib theb away!” yelled the weak elf, who had blood pouring out of his face.
    “Well then, it appears I need to persuade you to tell me.” said the strange elf, pacing back and forth. “You have two options.”
    “Do your worst.”
    “Very well.” replied the strange elf, smiling maliciously yet again. “Your first option is to tell me, and I will leave you be. Your second option is to remain stubborn and watch as I kill your family through a summon on your behalf, then extract the information. You choose.”
    “I choose opshid ‘c’. Deither.”
    “I will take that as option ‘b’. Nice doing business with you.” He pointed his wand at the weak elf, who straightened into a stand, then pointed to the ceiling. In seconds, his family appeared out of the dresser, wands at the ready.
    “So pleasant of you to join us this evening.” greeted the strange elf, bowing low enough for the family to see his prisoner who had collapsed to the floor again.
    “Daddy!” squealed the youngest girl (who was no older than ten), dropping her wand and running to her father who lay bleeding like a faucet.
    “Jorludorkill!” exclaimed the strange elf, pointing his wand at the little girl. Darkness engulfed the room, and when it broke, the girl lay motionless on the ground, her face still etched with the horror on behalf of her father.
    “No!” bellowed the mother, raising her wand to the height of the strange elf’s chin.
    “No worries, you will be with her soon enough, as well as that pitiful excuse of a husband.” assured the strange elf, raising his wand to the mother’s heart.
    “Get oud ob here, all ob you…” begged the father, stroking his dead daughter’s hair for the last time. “Please…”
    “But…” stammered the wife, who still had her wand pointed to the strange elf’s face. “He killed Fríalía!”
    “Dere was dothing you could hab dud. Get oud.” He coughed and blood spilled from his mouth, pooling on the floor.
    “Father, he killed her!” exclaimed the eldest brother, stepping up to where his mother was.
    “I told you dat dere was dothing you could hab dud! Ged oud!”
    “No.” replied the eldest brother. “I will avenge her and bring you to safety. You will not suffer any longer.”
    “Oh?” interrupted the strange elf. “You will avenge her?” he cackled and pointed his wand at the eldest brother. “I would like to see you try. Jorludorkill!”
    “Blockrudonés!”
    The same blackness engulfed the room, but when it ended, instead of his dead body lying on the floor, a transparent shield covered the eldest brother and his mother.
    “You’ll have to try harder to take me down, you creep.” said the eldest brother mockingly.
    “Fine.” admitted the strange elf. “Frézariäsku!” Every bone in the eldest brother’s body went rigid.
    “Shäkîrîosa!” shrieked a voice behind the eldest brother. The same flash blinded everyone temporarily, and the strange-faced elf staggered, but regained his balance quickly.
    The eldest sister stepped into the battle range, and the eldest brother unfroze. The mother held her wand aloft. Three on one.
    “Hasn’t your dear mother ever told you not to interfere in other people’s business?” inquired the strange elf.
    “She needn’t learn, for she knows.” snarled the mother, not moving her wand arm. “But this is an exception.”
    “Well then, it is an exception for I too, then.” He pointed his wand at the dead girl, who stood up and grabbed her wand. Her eyes were completely black. She then went back to the strange elf’s side.
    “You wouldn’t hurt your sister now, would you?” cackled the strange elf, pointing to the enchanted corpse. “Attack!”
    Five spells collided at once, creating an explosion so harsh that only the strange elf remained standing. The three family members were blown across the room by the force, falling to the ground as their father did. The enchanted corpse deteriorated, followed by sobs from the dying father. Blackness filled the room thrice more, and the family members lay motionless on the ground, never to move again.
    With his back turned to his prisoner, the strange elf said: “Now that we have taken care of that snag (he motioned to the dead family members), we can settle the location of the Fangrorysian Elves.” But when he turned to look at his prisoner, its head rest in the pool of blood, and his glassy eyes remained opened, speckled with tears.

    Chapter Two

    Jocîrisé woke up very suddenly, banging his head on the ceiling of the orphanage. He could hear the trees swaying in the breeze, and the midnight fragrance of summer wafted about the room–most of it, anyway. Hesîrita must have farted again by now.
    Shaking his mind off of that thought, he attempted to recount what had happened in his dream, but all he could remember was Fríalía’s dead face staring up at him, and her father (or step-father) stroking her hair with tears and blood spattered across his face. He shivered at the thought, then remembered clearly that this couldn’t be possible; first of all, the Fríalía he knew was about five years older than the one he saw in the dream, and second, if Fríalía was the one he saw in the dream, she would have only been adopted for a couple of hours before her death, making it almost impossible for her father to show that much compassion. But was it really impossible, or is he just making excuses to comfort her absence? He had to be sure.
    Grabbing his wand and robe quietly, he slid off of the top bunk and landed on the floor with hardly a noise made. He advanced towards the door that separated the girl’s and boy’s dormitories when the floor creaked loudly underfoot. He gasped and stepped back, and heard the covers being drawn from the supervisor’s room. How could he be so foolish? The floor was rigged!
    He scanned the room desperately, taking note of possible places to hide. Nowhere, except his bed. He sprinted across the room, rousing more Elven children. He jumped up to his bed, pulled his covers over, and hoped that what he had done was enough to keep him safe.
    “What the–” sputtered the supervisor who entered the room, seeing that the children had gotten up. “What happened?”
    “We heard someone running, sir.” Answered one of the younger kids. “Sänta is coming early!” cried another young one enthusiastically. Jocîrisé had to shove his fist into his mouth to not giggle. The girl’s door burst open, and five other children entered the room, wands at the ready.
    “What happened?” inquired a sassy girl’s voice. “Someone tried to sneak into our room again, didn’t they? One of you squits thought it would be funny to have a look-in on us, don’t you?” Everyone was silent. Jocîrisé sat up quickly again, knowing that Fríalía would want to end a problem like this. And surely enough, there was Fríalía, holding back the fuming sass who wanted to kill whoever tried to enter.
    “Well, you think it’s alright to sneak a look in on us, or you wouldn’t be here.” pointed out another one of the boys. The sassy girl erupted into a blush that could even be seen through the darkness. A couple of girls within their own dormitory could be heard giggling.
    “Fine.” muttered the sassy girl. “But it’ll be whoever’s head next time on the wall, got it?” Everyone nodded. “Okay, girls, let’s get back to sleep.” Fríalía released her and winked at Jocîrisé before leaving the room.

    When Jocîrisé woke up the next morning, he did so early enough that he could catch Fríalía before she started her morning walk to the Aquîrävere River. But when he got outside, he saw Fríalía sitting on a stump, apparently waiting for something… or someone.
    The thought of Fríalía seeing someone else infuriated him. She was the only friend that Jocîrisé ever had, and he was almost expecting to marry her when the time came. But he just kept his cool and walked casually over to her, pretending to have just woken up.
    “Good morning, Jocîrisé.” said Fríalía, standing up. “Would you like to take a walk with me down to Aquîrävere and back?” Stunned, Jocîrisé replied with an ‘okay’ and followed her away from the orphanage, and through the trees surrounding.
    The forest was as beautiful as ever. The trees that grew were tall and broad, and the leaves dappled the little light there was at this time of day. Exotic animals appeared occasionally, drawing their attention by nibbling innocently on a leaf of a plant. Dirt and moss carpeted the floor of the forest, and occasionally tufts of grass sprouted. The forest was mainly a slope down to the river, averaging at about a 35 degree hill.
    “Was it me you were waiting for?” asked Jocîrisé suddenly, trying not to look at Fríalía in the eyes, even though she was turning to look at him.
    “Why yes, actually.” admitted Fríalía, stepping over a root. “I was going to ask you something.”
    “Was the question, ‘Do you want to walk with me to the Aquîrävere River?’” asked Jocîrisé.
    “No.” replied Fríalía. “Why did you attempt to get into the girl’s dormitory?”
    Jocîrisé stopped. “How did you know it was me?”
    “Well, if it wasn’t you, you would have said differently.” replied Fríalía, pausing too. “But until now, it must’ve been just a lucky guess.” She had nailed him. Why do girls have to be so smart?
    “I was…” began Jocîrisé, but Fríalía’s piercing eyes made it impossible to lie. “I had a dream, and you were killed.”
    “That wasn’t me.” replied Fríalía, beginning to walk again.
    “But,” sputtered Jocîrisé, starting at a trot to catch up to her. “How would you know? You weren’t there!”
    “That’s correct, Jocîrisé.” muttered Fríalía. “It was long before I existed when that memory became. You saw my Great Aunt and most of her family killed. I transmitted the memory to you through telepathy.”
    “This isn’t making any sense! Where did you learn telepathy? And pretty much what you’re saying is that you don’t exist! This doesn’t make sense!”
    “What?”
    “If that was your Great Aunt, then the brother or sister who gave birth to your mom or dad was killed, too.” said Jocîrisé. “And it can’t have been someone hiding, either. I didn’t see anyone else in the room. And what’s this whole telepathy garbage?”
    “I have always known telepathy, but I did not know I knew it.” replied Fríalía. “And you haven’t yet thought of the last circumstance for my existence yet. My Grandfather, Elyfría, faked his death. He was the oldest brother that you saw. He gave birth to my mom, was discovered by the murderer of the rest of his family, and was killed at a ripe age. Mom and dad suffered the same two months after my birth.” she frowned. “That’s why I’m here. I’ve got nowhere left to go. The other side of my family was killed due to a rare disease that inflates your heart until it explodes.”
    “I’m sorry.”
    They continued to walk, and spotted the alluring Aquîrävere River fifteen minutes later, sparkling brightly in the rising sun. It was brilliant.
    There were rocks dispersed about the river, damming the water in certain places. The branches surrounding of the surrounding trees were thick and long, but could not canopy the wide river. Exotic plants tried to grow along the edge of the river; some were successful, and some were merely a brown stem being slowly wisped away by the current. Jocîrisé saw a Ghédforén Fish bobbing in and out of the water, slapping the surface with its ten fins. Fríalía stood next to him, smiling, but Jocîrisé couldn’t say anything about it for he was so lost for words.
    “Yes, it is pretty, isn’t it?”
    “Yeah.”
    Silence.
    “Oh, dear, look at the time!” exclaimed Fríalía ten minutes later, averting her gaze from the river to the sun. “We have to get to breakfast!”

    They trotted through the woods quietly, putting heel in front of toe, as all elves do. They took little time observing the surroundings before Jocîrisé spoke.
    “You know, the forest and river are nice, but I don’t think I can bear living here much longer.” he moaned.
    “I’m fine with it.” remarked Fríalía.
    “I’m not.”
    “Well it’s up to you whether you’re going or not.”
    “So you wouldn’t come along?”
    “What about food, and shelter, Jocîrisé? I’m not leaving.”
    “I bet you would come if I was prepared.”
    “Well…” sputtered Fríalía. “Oh all right. But we must be well prepared and keep this quiet.” They continued to walk. “I’m doing this for your safety.” she added.
    “Oh sure.”
    “I’m serious! You don’t know how to cook, or use any spells, or, well, anything!”
    “I could manage… (probably)”
    “Sorry?”
    “I just… coughed…”

  16. Pengbro2 permalink
    July 28, 2009 4:41 PM

    Chapter One

    In a room with no entrance or exit, with no windows and no carpet, sat a dresser that cast a shadow next to an elf who was frozen in time.

    The light bulb in the corner of the room was dull; moths and other insects swarmed it, and it was coated in days of grime over that. The buzz of electricity flowing through it was the only noise to be heard.

    With a crack, the dresser shuddered an opened its doors. The light bulb dimmed tremendously as the head of an elf emerged, followed by its body, which was wearing a cloak as dark as midnight. The cloaked elf pulled up a hood and examined the room carefully, observing every detail–except the other elf. After a minute or so, he waved his wand lazily, and with a gasp, the frozen elf fell to the floor, matted in sweat at once.

    The cloaked elf watched him, amused by his shock.

    The now conscious elf had dirty blond hair, which appeared after a few seconds as brown. He had multicolored eyes radiating hatred towards the cloaked elf, and stood, up, feeling in his pocket for a wand that wasn’t there.

    “Looking for this?” asked the cloaked elf maliciously, pulling out a second wand from his cloak, then waving it around.

    “What do you want?” croaked the wandless elf, trembling.

    “I want you to tell me” started the cloaked elf. “Where the Fangrorysian Elves live.” The other elf shuddered and slumped to the floor, unconscious.

    “Not again!” shrieked the hooded elf, snapping the other elf’s wand in two, then pulling out his own. “Get up! Stupîreosa!” A blinding flash of white light emitted from the tip of his wand, followed by an energy blast so powerful that the unconscious elf was thrown across the room into a wall six feet above the ground. His legs crumpled under his weight on the floor, and his rasping breath returned.

    “Kill me.” Begged the now conscious elf. “Kill me!”

    “Oh I will, don’t worry.” assured the cloaked elf. “But first, you will tell me where the Fangrorysian Elves live.”

    “Their secret remains with me, and nothing you can do, nothing will make me reveal them.” replied the crumpled elf croakily.

    “Oh?” wondered the hooded elf. “Are you sure?” The crumpled elf nodded.

    “Then you leave me no choice but to use magic.”
    “Give me my wand.”

    “You can try fighting me with it.” The hooded elf tossed the two halves of the wand to his prisoner, and lowered his hood.

    His face was odd. His ears pointed backwards instead of upwards, his left eye had a scar running across it, reducing it to a slit, while his right eye remained wide open, and never blinked. His nose was diagonal, with the same scar running across it. His mouth was curled into a malicious smile.

    “So you are going to allow me to duel?” inquired the elf, supporting his weight on a locked arm.

    “I am.” replied the strange elf. “On the count of three, now. One, two three.”

    “Kretárino slobeis–”

    “Disabilitîrus!” the crumpled elf stopped murmuring the incantation due to the fact that his magical abilities were gone. A wave of heat erupted from the strange elf’s wand, surrounding the crumpled one. “Reveal their location! Fanysrîrea!”

    The crumpled elf shrieked in agony and started groaning while rolling around on the floor in feeble position.

    “Tell me their location.” Mused the strange elf keeping his wand pointed at the weak elf’s head. The nerves around his skull began pulsing so violently that they became visable, and his face turned a nasty shade of purple.

    “Please…” begged the elf. “Make it stop! Please! Please!”

    “No.” replied the strange elf. “You know that you deserve this punishment, but it could all stop forever if you just tell me where they are.”

    The weak elf shrieked in agony again as his veins surged with magic–his magic.

    “I will not!”

    “Fanysr–”

    “Frézariäsku!” The weak elf raised his hand to cast the spell, and unbelievably, the spell became and hit the strange elf, square in the face, adding another scar to his nose. The weak elf focused all of his energy on his strength; if he didn’t, the other elf would break free. He grabbed his wand quickly, and then snatched up his captor’s.

    But a pain seared through his body once more and he fell to the ground.

    The strange elf looked down at him menacingly, then grabbed back his wand and kicked the weaker elf in the face, breaking his nose with a crack.

    “You honestly thought you could beat me, didn’t you?” mocked the strange elf. “I will force you to reveal the information, now that you have no guard, and you can’t even speak properly. Tut tut.”

    “I wod’t gib theb away!” yelled the weak elf, who had blood pouring out of his face.

    “Well then, it appears I need to persuade you to tell me.” said the strange elf, pacing back and forth. “You have two options.”

    “Do your worst.”

    “Very well.” replied the strange elf, smiling maliciously yet again. “Your first option is to tell me, and I will leave you be. Your second option is to remain stubborn and watch as I kill your family through a summon on your behalf, then extract the information. You choose.”

    “I choose opshid ‘c’. Deither.”

    “I will take that as option ‘b’. Nice doing business with you.” He pointed his wand at the weak elf, who straightened into a stand, then pointed to the ceiling. In seconds, his family appeared out of the dresser, wands at the ready.

    “So pleasant of you to join us this evening.” greeted the strange elf, bowing low enough for the family to see his prisoner who had collapsed to the floor again.

    “Daddy!” squealed the youngest girl (who was no older than ten), dropping her wand and running to her father who lay bleeding like a faucet.

    “Jorludorkill!” exclaimed the strange elf, pointing his wand at the little girl. Darkness engulfed the room, and when it broke, the girl lay motionless on the ground, her face still etched with the horror on behalf of her father.

    “No!” bellowed the mother, raising her wand to the height of the strange elf’s chin.

    “No worries, you will be with her soon enough, as well as that pitiful excuse of a husband.” assured the strange elf, raising his wand to the mother’s heart.

    “Get oud ob here, all ob you…” begged the father, stroking his dead daughter’s hair for the last time. “Please…”

    “But…” stammered the wife, who still had her wand pointed to the strange elf’s face. “He killed Fríalía!”

    “Dere was dothing you could hab dud. Get oud.” He coughed and blood spilled from his mouth, pooling on the floor.

    “Father, he killed her!” exclaimed the eldest brother, stepping up to where his mother was.

    “I told you dat dere was dothing you could hab dud! Ged oud!”

    “No.” replied the eldest brother. “I will avenge her and bring you to safety. You will not suffer any longer.”

    “Oh?” interrupted the strange elf. “You will avenge her?” he cackled and pointed his wand at the eldest brother. “I would like to see you try. Jorludorkill!”

    “Blockrudonés!”

    The same blackness engulfed the room, but when it ended, instead of his dead body lying on the floor, a transparent shield covered the eldest brother and his mother.

    “You’ll have to try harder to take me down, you creep.” said the eldest brother mockingly.

    “Fine.” admitted the strange elf. “Frézariäsku!” Every bone in the eldest brother’s body went rigid.

    “Shäkîrîosa!” shrieked a voice behind the eldest brother. The same flash blinded everyone temporarily, and the strange-faced elf staggered, but regained his balance quickly.

    The eldest sister stepped into the battle range, and the eldest brother unfroze. The mother held her wand aloft. Three on one.

    “Hasn’t your dear mother ever told you not to interfere in other people’s business?” inquired the strange elf.

    “She needn’t learn, for she knows.” snarled the mother, not moving her wand arm. “But this is an exception.”

    “Well then, it is an exception for I too, then.” He pointed his wand at the dead girl, who stood up and grabbed her wand. Her eyes were completely black. She then went back to the strange elf’s side.

    “You wouldn’t hurt your sister now, would you?” cackled the strange elf, pointing to the enchanted corpse. “Attack!”

    Five spells collided at once, creating an explosion so harsh that only the strange elf remained standing. The three family members were blown across the room by the force, falling to the ground as their father did. The enchanted corpse deteriorated, followed by sobs from the dying father. Blackness filled the room thrice more, and the family members lay motionless on the ground, never to move again.

    With his back turned to his prisoner, the strange elf said: “Now that we have taken care of that snag (he motioned to the dead family members), we can settle the location of the Fangrorysian Elves.” But when he turned to look at his prisoner, its head rest in the pool of blood, and his glassy eyes remained opened, speckled with tears.

    Chapter Two

    Jocîrisé woke up very suddenly, banging his head on the ceiling of the orphanage. He could hear the trees swaying in the breeze, and the midnight fragrance of summer wafted about the room–most of it, anyway. Hesîrita must have farted again by now.

    Shaking his mind off of that thought, he attempted to recount what had happened in his dream, but all he could remember was Fríalía’s dead face staring up at him, and her father (or step-father) stroking her hair with tears and blood spattered across his face. He shivered at the thought, then remembered clearly that this couldn’t be possible; first of all, the Fríalía he knew was about five years older than the one he saw in the dream, and second, if Fríalía was the one he saw in the dream, she would have only been adopted for a couple of hours before her death, making it almost impossible for her father to show that much compassion. But was it really impossible, or is he just making excuses to comfort her absence? He had to be sure.

    Grabbing his wand and robe quietly, he slid off of the top bunk and landed on the floor with hardly a noise made. He advanced towards the door that separated the girl’s and boy’s dormitories when the floor creaked loudly underfoot. He gasped and stepped back, and heard the covers being drawn from the supervisor’s room. How could he be so foolish? The floor was rigged!

    He scanned the room desperately, taking note of possible places to hide. Nowhere, except his bed. He sprinted across the room, rousing more Elven children. He jumped up to his bed, pulled his covers over, and hoped that what he had done was enough to keep him safe.

    “What the–” sputtered the supervisor who entered the room, seeing that the children had gotten up.

    “What happened?”

    “We heard someone running, sir.” Answered one of the younger kids. “Sänta is coming early!” cried another young one enthusiastically. Jocîrisé had to shove his fist into his mouth to not giggle. The girl’s door burst open, and five other children entered the room, wands at the ready.

    “What happened?” inquired a sassy girl’s voice. “Someone tried to sneak into our room again, didn’t they? One of you squits thought it would be funny to have a look-in on us, don’t you?” Everyone was silent. Jocîrisé sat up quickly again, knowing that Fríalía would want to end a problem like this. And surely enough, there was Fríalía, holding back the fuming sass who wanted to kill whoever tried to enter.

    “Well, you think it’s alright to sneak a look in on us, or you wouldn’t be here.” pointed out another one of the boys. The sassy girl erupted into a blush that could even be seen through the darkness. A couple of girls within their own dormitory could be heard giggling.

    “Fine.” muttered the sassy girl. “But it’ll be whoever’s head next time on the wall, got it?” Everyone nodded. “Okay, girls, let’s get back to sleep.” Fríalía released her and winked at Jocîrisé before leaving the room.

    When Jocîrisé woke up the next morning, he did so early enough that he could catch Fríalía before she started her morning walk to the Aquîrävere River. But when he got outside, he saw Fríalía sitting on a stump, apparently waiting for something… or someone.

    The thought of Fríalía seeing someone else infuriated him. She was the only friend that Jocîrisé ever had, and he was almost expecting to marry her when the time came. But he just kept his cool and walked casually over to her, pretending to have just woken up.

    “Good morning, Jocîrisé.” said Fríalía, standing up. “Would you like to take a walk with me down to Aquîrävere and back?” Stunned, Jocîrisé replied with an ‘okay’ and followed her away from the orphanage, and through the trees surrounding.

    The forest was as beautiful as ever. The trees that grew were tall and broad, and the leaves dappled the little light there was at this time of day. Exotic animals appeared occasionally, drawing their attention by nibbling innocently on a leaf of a plant. Dirt and moss carpeted the floor of the forest, and occasionally tufts of grass sprouted. The forest was mainly a slope down to the river, averaging at about a 35 degree hill.

    “Was it me you were waiting for?” asked Jocîrisé suddenly, trying not to look at Fríalía in the eyes, even though she was turning to look at him.

    “Why yes, actually.” admitted Fríalía, stepping over a root. “I was going to ask you something.”

    “Was the question, ‘Do you want to walk with me to the Aquîrävere River?’” asked Jocîrisé.

    “No.” replied Fríalía. “Why did you attempt to get into the girl’s dormitory?”

    Jocîrisé stopped. “How did you know it was me?”
    “Well, if it wasn’t you, you would have said differently.” replied Fríalía, pausing too. “But until now, it must’ve been just a lucky guess.” She had nailed him. Why do girls have to be so smart?

    “I was…” began Jocîrisé, but Fríalía’s piercing eyes made it impossible to lie. “I had a dream, and you were killed.”

    “That wasn’t me.” replied Fríalía, beginning to walk again.

    “But,” sputtered Jocîrisé, starting at a trot to catch up to her. “How would you know? You weren’t there!”

    “That’s correct, Jocîrisé.” muttered Fríalía. “It was long before I existed when that memory became. You saw my Great Aunt and most of her family killed. I transmitted the memory to you through telepathy.”

    “This isn’t making any sense! Where did you learn telepathy? And pretty much what you’re saying is that you don’t exist! This doesn’t make sense!”

    “What?”

    “If that was your Great Aunt, then the brother or sister who gave birth to your mom or dad was killed, too.” said Jocîrisé. “And it can’t have been someone hiding, either. I didn’t see anyone else in the room. And what’s this whole telepathy garbage?”

    “I have always known telepathy, but I did not know I knew it.” replied Fríalía. “And you haven’t yet thought of the last circumstance for my existence yet. My Grandfather, Elyfría, faked his death. He was the oldest brother that you saw. He gave birth to my mom, was discovered by the murderer of the rest of his family, and was killed at a ripe age. Mom and dad suffered the same two months after my birth.” she frowned. “That’s why I’m here. I’ve got nowhere left to go. The other side of my family was killed due to a rare disease that inflates your heart until it explodes.”

    “I’m sorry.”

    They continued to walk, and spotted the alluring Aquîrävere River fifteen minutes later, sparkling brightly in the rising sun. It was brilliant.

    There were rocks dispersed about the river, damming the water in certain places. The branches surrounding of the surrounding trees were thick and long, but could not canopy the wide river. Exotic plants tried to grow along the edge of the river; some were successful, and some were merely a brown stem being slowly wisped away by the current. Jocîrisé saw a Ghédforén Fish bobbing in and out of the water, slapping the surface with its ten fins. Fríalía stood next to him, smiling, but Jocîrisé couldn’t say anything about it for he was so lost for words.

    “Yes, it is pretty, isn’t it?”

    “Yeah.”

    Silence.

    “Oh, dear, look at the time!” exclaimed Fríalía ten minutes later, averting her gaze from the river to the sun. “We have to get to breakfast!”

    They trotted through the woods quietly, putting heel in front of toe, as all elves do. They took little time observing the surroundings before Jocîrisé spoke.

    “You know, the forest and river are nice, but I don’t think I can bear living here much longer.” he moaned.

    “I’m fine with it.” remarked Fríalía.

    “I’m not.”

    “Well it’s up to you whether you’re going or not.”

    “So you wouldn’t come along?”

    “What about food, and shelter, Jocîrisé? I’m not leaving.”

    “I bet you would come if I was prepared.”

    “Well…” sputtered Fríalía. “Oh all right. But we must be well prepared and keep this quiet.” They continued to walk. “I’m doing this for your safety.” she added.

    “Oh sure.”

    “I’m serious! You don’t know how to cook, or use any spells, or, well, anything!”

    “I could manage… (probably)”

    “Sorry?”

    “I just… coughed…”

  17. Pengbro2 permalink
    July 28, 2009 5:23 PM

    Kelli get back on Chat! Please! Answer me!

  18. Pengbro2 permalink
    August 11, 2009 4:05 PM

    Good-bye… For Now (Title)

    Hey, people. It’s Pengbro2 here with some pretty sad news. I’m going to be going to an advanced music camp for my clarinet, and I won’t be back until the 24. That’s 12 days, people, 12 days. I will leave tomorrow morning at 6 a.m.

    You may comment your good-byes on here, and I will keep them in mind while I’m at camp. It’s always good to know that there are people out there that care enough about me to miss me.

    So, as I always say as my signature,

    We Waddle On! ©
    Pengbro2

    P.S. And here’s a little shout-out to those I’ll miss the most here while I’m away:

    Kelli: An excellent friend that likes me entirely for who I am.

    Mateobeccar: You are a true friend, dude! I’ll see you in 12 days!

    Bubbles: I can’t wait to see the “Gary’s Wild Ride” movie when I come back! Good luck editing! 😉

    Aloraz: You have a great sense of humor! 😆

    The rest of the fans/authors: Oh my god! You guys are so fun to be around! Let’s keep it this way!

    • August 11, 2009 4:55 PM

      See you in 12 days 🙂

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