This is a story I wrote in fifth grade:




Frost Blade Legacy

Thud! The wagon wheel hit against a rock as the poor farmer pulled it. The farmer’s name is Kanos, and he lives in the village of Darsia. It is located on the land of Eracsia. Darsia is a small village, with small houses, but they are more like hovels. Kanos is seventeen years old, with blue eyes and hair. He was about 6 feet tall, but compared to most people of Darsia, he is hard working. His parents died when he was thirteen, and since then, he lived alone with his pet Natoran, a Frost Tiger-like animal, except it was seven feet tall and had a horn on its nose. Spikes traced along its back.
Kanos has a field that supplies the village with food. He was just ripping out weed and throwing them into his wagon when he spotted a small rock that had a rainbow aura. “I’ve never seen a rock like this,” he said. Confused, he threw the rock in the wagon and went on his way.
“Home at last,” said Kanos as he stopped the wagon right outside his hovel. He went to the pig pen and dumped out the weed, grabbing the rock just before it fell in the pile. I wonder what kind of rock this is, thought Kanos. Kanos suddenly had a weird feeling that something was about to happen. Something bad. Suddenly the rock burst in to light. It turned white hot and Kanos dropped it, seconds before it burned him. He fell from shock. “AHRRRRG!” he roared as he landed on his left wrist, snapping the bone. The light began to fade. A figured stepped out of the light. It was huge, way bigger than an average human. It had a long muzzle, a metal plate on the top of its head, and claws sharper than swords and as long as daggers. It stood on two bent legs, and was striped everywhere, even on its nine tails that were at least four feet long each. It stood 9 feet tall, and had an intimidating glare in its eyes. Kanos knew he had heard of this kind of creature before, from his dad’s stories. Then, he remembered. His face turned pale. It was a Chimera. It was a vicious creature, one that is feared by almost every creature on Eracsia. “Natoran!” Kanos yelled. “I need you!” There was the sound of breaking glass as a big tiger jumped out the window. It growled with fury and stepped in front of Kanos. The Chimera turned to the new threat and roared. “Attack it Natoran! I’ll get my bow!” commanded Kanos as he ran into the house. He quickly got his bow and quiver with arrows. As he ran outside, Natoran charged. The Chimera jumped to the side so fast it had shadow copies flying behind it. Natoran crashed and shook the whole house. This gave the Chimera a chance to strike. With one swipe of the beast’s mighty claws, Natoran went flying and crashed into the pig pen. As the pigs ran away, Kanos stared in horror at his beloved pet, dropped his bow, and ran to him so that he can help him. But the chimera was faster. With one giant leap it flew over Kanos and stood in front of him. “Move out of my way!” yelled Kanos. The Chimera roared and didn’t budge. Looking around quickly, he spotted the rainbow rock and ran to it. The Chimera made no attempt to stop him. He picked it up with his left hand and yelled in agony. His adrenaline had been pumping so hard he had forgotten about his broken wrist. After the pain subsided, he picked up the rock with his right hand. “Catch this!” he screamed. Just as he pulled back his hand to throw, the rock glowed in his palm. He was afraid by what happened the last time it glowed, Kanos was just about to drop the rock when it fell by itself. In Kanos’ hand was a two-handed sword. It had a gold hilt that was embedded with gems. The blade was a sky blue color and was about 4 feet long with a sharp point. Kanos’ eyes grew large as he gazed at the majestic blade. He turned to the Chimera as calm rushed to his face. “It must be magical,” he whispered to himself. “I feel as calm as a sleeping baby!” Then, the Chimera did a thing that amazed him so much he almost fell over. It walked up to Natoran’s lifeless body, picked up the tiger, and closed its eyes as a blue aura glowed around it. Natoran stirred and suddenly leaped out of the Chimeras arms. It ran to Kanos, and even though it remembered what the Chimera did to it, Natoran no longer seemed angry at the Chimera. It too, was calm. “So, you have received the blade of the Frost Rider,” said the Chimera telepathically. “You can talk?” asked Kanos in normal language, hoping it would hear. “Of course I can human. Did you think I was as quiet as a boulder?” said the Chimera with a grunt that sounded much like a chuckle. “I’m sorry,” replied Kanos. “But why did you attack us? We did nothing wrong.” “I thought you were a threat, like many of the bandits who have tried to unlock the stones’ most powerful magic. So I came out and attacked you. It seems you have been chosen, though. Chosen to be the next Frost Rider,” said the Chimera with pride in its voice. Kanos gazed down at the blade. It was the most beautiful weapon he had ever seen. So, I have been chosen, he thought. “My magic will soon run out and I will disappear. Go to the town of Koronia, and find a man named Uther. He will show you your destiny. Be sure to take the rainbow rock. Take your sword with you as well. Strap it to your belt. Take your bow, too. Ride your pet there. I suggest you should take a person with you. Someone that you would trust with your life. I must go now. I shall come when you need me. Farewell,” finished the Chimera. And with a flash of light, then it disappeared. With a sigh, Kanos put the sword in his left hand. Surprised, Kanos’ eyes grew large as he noticed that his wrist was completely healed. He ran over to Natoran and hugged him around the neck. “I’m so glad you’re ok!” he cheered happily. Natoran growled in reply. “Come on, we have to go find Ares. He’s coming with us! I know we can trust him.”
Strapping the sword to his belt and the quiver and bow on his back, he put the rainbow stone in his pocket and quickly got on Natoran. In one leap, Natoran cleared 50 yards and darted at incredible speeds toward the village. Kanos closed his eyes as the wind rushed through his hair.
They soon got to the village and the villagers watched in wonder as Natoran bounded across the streets, dodging walking merchants all the while. Some children yelled, “Mommy, look at the pretty tiger!” and went on their way. Natoran stopped right in front Ares’ house. Kanos jumped off Natoran, ran to the door, and banged on it loudly. A tall, handsome young lad about eighteen years old with shining gold hair opened the door. It was Ares. “Ares, there is something I must tell you, and you must choose to accept or not,” said Kanos quickly. Ares laughed, “What’s this all about?” And so Ares listened and wonder as he was told what happened not too long ago. “And I have this sword to prove it,” finished Kanos as he showed his friend the Frost Rider Blade. “I don’t know what to say”, said Ares slowly. “It’s a hard choice. Leave home, or go off with my best friend to find a guy in Koronia. It’s a long way there.” Kanos nodded. “I understand it’s hard. But please hurry with your thoughts. I’m leaving within an hour.” Ares sighed. “Very well, I will come. I’ll gather supplies and meet you at the village square.” Kanos signaled him thumbs up and bounded toward Natoran.
At the house, Kanos was thinking what to bring with him. He made a sleeping bag by sewing his blanket to his pillow, rolled it up, and tied it to Natoran. Looking into his cupboard, he found some cheese, bread, two apples, a pot, carrots, onions and rice. He put it all in a bag and tied that to Natoran as well. “Seems to be all we need,” said a voice as clear as crystal that echoed through the voice. It was male Kanos froze as the voice echoed again. “Now you can finally hear me because of that sword. Thank goodness.” “Natoran?” was all that managed to come out of Kanos’ mouth. “Of course,” replied the voice. “Now get on. Our destiny awaits.” Speechless from awe, Kanos got on Natoran and off they went.
They met Ares in the village square. He had a long rapier tied to his belt. A small pouch hung on the other side. He had a one foot sack on his back. They greeted each other silently. Turning to the horizon dyed with the warm colors of the setting sun, Ares said, “We must be off. Our path is yet to be revealed.”

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By the time they rode out of Darsia, the sun had already set behind the hills. “We should make a camp here. I’ll gather firewood and you can get some food with your bow. Natoran can stay here and guard,” said Ares. “But I brought some food,” argued Kanos. “We’ll same that until we can’t hunt,” sighed Ares. “It’s a good plan,” replied Natoran. Kanos smiled as Ares beamed in amazement at the tiger. “Amazing,” he said as he set off for the timber. Natoran sat down as Kanos went to get his prey. He spotted two deer as he stealthily crept through the woods. He slowly took out two arrows and notched them both. He set them both in the directions of both deer and pulled the string back. For some strange reason he felt stronger and pulled the string so hard that when he let it go the arrows went so fast they hit the deer and came out the other side, hitting oak trees. Kanos grinned. He knew that he had gotten stronger, thanks to the magic of the Frost Rider blade. “NATORAN!” he yelled as loud as he could. Five minutes later, a tiger jumped out of the woods. Kanos piled the deer on top of it and got on himself. As if it had no weight on its back at all, Natoran ran through the woods and back to the camp, where Ares was already making a fire. Kanos jumped off then dragged the deer to the ground.
“Two deer?” asked Ares. “Yes, we will make jerky out of one and eat the other now,” replied Kanos. Ares nodded. “Come on, I’ll help you take out the organs.” Natoran got up and headed out of the camp. “Natoran, don’t you want to eat?” questioned Kanos. “I will, I just want to catch my own food. Besides, before you stalk and overrun, you can’t devour anyone,” said Natoran as it headed into the woods.
After they got the skin off and the organs out, Kanos and Ares ripped slabs of meat of the dear and threw it in the pot of boiling water that now sat over the fire. Twenty minutes later, they put the meat onto plates that Ares had brought, covered the veal in spices and salt, and ate hungrily. The delicious meat warmed their spirits and made them feel free from their soul. Natoran returned with a deer hanging limply from its mouth just as they got out the mead for a nice, cool drink. As it made itself comfortable, Natoran laid down and tore at the flesh of its prey. “Delicious!” it said. “Yes it is,” laughed out Ares. “I’ve never tasted anything like it,” added Kanos. Just as Kanos reached for the last slab of meat, Natoran let out a low growl that vibrated the air. Five pairs of red eyes appeared around the camp. Then, the creatures came out. They were five feet tall with long, shaggy hair. Two huge fangs stuck out of their lower jaw bones. Ares cursed. “WEREWOLVES! They must have smelled the meat!” he yelled as he took out his rapier. Kanos did the same for his sword, which glinted dangerously in the fire light. A werewolf with a scar on his left eye stepped forward and let out a howl before he and his pack members charged at the travelers. In a flash, Ares struck out at ones neck with his long blade and kicked another’s shin at the same time. Kanos marveled from his skill, but his thoughts were interrupted by the one with the scar, the pack leader. With one strike of its claw, it hit Kanos into the nearest oak tree. His vision flashing, Kanos slowly got up as the pain went away. He charged and stabbed at the werewolf. It dodged with inhuman speed and counterattacked. This time Kanos was ready. He stepped back, dashed, and tackled the leader strait in the chest.
Meanwhile, Natoran was being attacked by two of the members. An unharmed one and the one with a broken shin, thanks to Ares. They bit at the tiger and Natoran head-butted the nearest one in the head, sending its horn right through the skull. It dropped dead as the other one charge. Natoran kicked it in the stomach before turning around and driving its horn through the member’s chest.
Ares ducked as the werewolf with the wounded neck attempted a claw swipe. Time seemed to stop as he ducked and he slashed at its legs, leaving two severed stumps. It howled in agony as it too, fell. Kanos spun like a top, and slashed at the leader’s ribs. It let out one last howl and died.
Kanos and Ares collapsed, panting. Kanos let out a yell of pain as he clutched the skin on his back. Ares immediately came for help. “What’s wrong?” he yelled. “My back,” groaned Kanos as he ripped off his shirt. Ares let out a string of curses. On Kanos’ back was a bruise so big and dark, it could’ve been mistaken for a small shield. Kanos let out one last groan and fell unconscious.
Kanos woke up felling dizzy. Three dead deer lay dead nearby, two with no meat inside while the other was dead and untouched. Kanos sat up and Ares, who was making stew with the veal, turned around. “That’s a pretty big bruise you have on your back, blockhead. You worried Natoran and I sick. You have been unconscious for three days!” All Kanos did was groan as hunger filled his head. “Food,” was all he said as Ares handed him a bowl of the warm stew that smelled delicious. He ate quickly, and when he was done he asked for more. It was the most delicious stew he had ever tasted. Ares laughed. “Heck no, I haven’t eaten myself.” Kanos looked around as Ares ate. Where is Natoran? He wondered. As if in answer, Natoran came out of the woods with a deer in its mouth. “Good morning Kanos,” it said, laid down, and began to tear at the deer. Kanos nodded as more pain from his back came. “We better keep moving,” he said. “Do you have a map?” Ares nodded. He dug through his pack until he took out a medium sized scroll and opened it. “We are near Koronia,” he replied. “It’s only about four leagues from here.” Kanos gave a small cheer and began to gather his belongings.
By the time they got out of the woods, night had fallen. They were tired but amazed by how far they had traveled in four hours. They had covered one league. Once again Kanos had to go hunting, but this time, in the dark. It took him one hour to locate a deer. They only needed one because they had a supply of jerky that could last them three weeks. He notched the arrows and shot.
Back at the camp, Natoran and Ares were both sitting down. Natoran was once again eating a deer, and Ares was waiting for dinner. “Took you a while,” he said as they began to throw the slabs of veal into the pot. “You idiot, I have a back that barely enables me to walk,” replied Kanos with a grin as Ares gave a laugh.
Dinner was once again scrumptious, but the travelers had to set out soon. After another league, they began to see the city that looked like a fortified fortress. This brought their hopes up, but even with their spirits high, they were was too tired to walk, so Natoran had to carry them the rest of the way. Natoran ran as fast as it could, covering a league every twenty-five minutes, so they got to Koronia in one hour and fifteen minutes.
And they thought Queen Ziria’s castle door was big. Queen Ziria was the queen of darkness, and she owned a huge castle in the Underworld. There were rumors that she might one day return.
The entrance to Koronia was a large wooden door about three hundred feet high and fortified with a metal border. Thirty-five locks closed the massive gate. Kanos and Ares were so surprised that they were awakened from their thoughts by a deep voice that asked, “What do you want?” Kanos gazed up. A tall, muscular, and handsome man wearing a suit of mail covered in plate stood on the edge of the wall. He wore no helmet and had a six foot long flamberge on his back in a sheath. He jumped off and landed on the ground so quietly that it seemed he landed on thin air. “How did you do that?” asked Kanos, clearly astonished. The guard laughed. “Twenty hours of training a day. So I ask again; what do you want?” “We are here to meet someone. For personal reasons,” replied Kanos. The guard’s eyes fixed on Natoran. “I see you have a Ziphear with you.” “A what?” yelled Kanos. The guards face darkened. “Be quiet. I feel a disturbance. Something isn’t right.” There was a great rumbling and suddenly, a huge monster materialized out of the sand. It was ten feet tall and all of its limbs were made out of sand. A light blue orb levitated where its stomach should be. “A sand golem,” growled the guard. “You boys know how to use a blade?” Ares laughed as he drew out his rapier. “If only you knew.” Kanos took out the Frost blade and charged. The golem moved to the side and growled, “Aftershock!” A shockwave so powerful rippled through the ground, it crushed the sand into molecular particles. Kanos dodged but the sound waves threw him twenty feet in the air. Natoran caught him right before he hit the ground. “Be careful! It’s really powerful!” yelled the guard as he charged. He jumped higher than Kanos thought possible and took out his flamberge. He slashed at the golem’s right arm. It fell to the ground as the severed stump grew back. The guard cursed. “You have to strike the orb!” Ares charged and with lightning quick reflexes began to try attacking the orb. Even with his speed, the creature blocked all of his attacks using all of its limbs that kept on regenerating. Ares stopped and began panting really hard. That was a bad mistake. With a clean swipe, it hit Ares fifty feet, who stopped moving as soon as he touched the ground. Rage filled Kanos. He roared as he got up and charged once more. The words came out of nowhere as he yelled, “Phoenix!” A bird made from bright, white hot fire erupted from his palm and hit the golem straight in the orb. The explosion was so bright; it blinded them even as they turned away. Kanos fell to the ground as everything went black.
Kanos woke up in a white house. Literally, a white house. Everything was white. The floor, ceiling, furniture, and door were all covered in marvelous white paint. “Took you a while to wake up,” said a familiar voice at Kanos’ left. Kanos turned and saw Ares with a bandaged head grinning at him. “I thought you were dead,” said Kanos flatly. “I thought so, too, but I woke up a day before you,” replied Ares. Kanos tried to get up, and as he did, he found his back completely healed. A bundle of elegant clothes were laid out for him on a nearby chair. “Aye, they treat us like heroes. They call you Master of Magic and me Master of flying fifty feet and surviving,” said Ares with a laugh. Kanos was confused. “I used magic? All I remember is that bird coming out and…” “You used magic,” was all that Ares said and went to the door. “I suggest you put you clothes of, O’ Master of Magic,” he joked as he left. Kanos got up and went to the bundle. The clothes were velvety and soft. Once he put them all on, he looked like a prince.
Satisfied with his new wear, he proceeded to the door which turned out to be the way outside. As soon as he stepped out, a crowd of people came to greet him. There were hundreds of people and Kanos had to push through all of them to get a glimpse of the city. There began a drum role and Ares stepped forward next to Kanos. Next came a beautiful melody of trumpet music. A man dressed in golden chain mail with gold plates embedded with diamonds galloped out of the huge castle in the middle of the city. He rode a brilliant war horse. A crown sat upon his head. He looked old and wise with long silver hair and a long beard. Everyone gasped and bowed except Ares and Kanos. The King rode up to them and got off his horse. He was seven feet tall, and had a powerful gaze. “Greetings, Ares and Kanos, to the city of Koronia,” he boomed with a proud voice. Kanos was surprised that the King knew his name. The King smiled. “I am King Uther.” Uther! That was the man Kanos had to find! Just then, Natoran appeared out of nowhere next to Kanos and sat. “Um…well…I,” Was all that came out of Kanos’ mouth. He had never assumed that the person he had to find was royalty, let alone the king of one of the greatest cities on Eracsia. “What Kanos means is, that we need to talk,” said Ares. The king murmured something about blasted Chimeras and said, “Very well. You two can ride the Ziphear. I’ll ride my horse. Just follow me.” “I don’t get why everybody keeps calling Natoran a Ziphear,” said Kanos thoughtfully. “It is because in the elven language, that means Stormcat. It is called that, because Queen Ziria was thought to be the only one to have them. She has three and she would do anything to get another one. She can invade dreams and send the Ziphear after whoever she wants. I just advise you to stay cautioned at all times,” was the kings reply.
Even on mounts, it took them one hour to get to the castle door. The place was cheery. Everybody seemed to be enjoying themselves. Everyone went in and out of the castle without being stopped by the guards. The weird thing was, nobody was stealing. Kanos had heard that no matter the size of the city, there would always be thieves. But this city was huge, but nobody stole. As they rode in, Uther said, “Get off. Well will proceed on foot now.” As they got off, the horse backed away from Natoran. Natoran gave a growling laugh and followed the humans.
The palace was huge. Everywhere you looked, there was a monument, a statue, or a fountain made of gold. “It’s beautiful,” whispered Kanos. “Aye, my father built it with his own two hands. It took him many years, although I would rather not say how many,” Uther replied. As they walked past more sculptures, Kanos noticed that each sculpture was different.
Kanos looked at Ares. He saw something he hadn’t noticed in his eyes before. That was strange because when they fought the golem, Ares’ eyes were normal. These eyes were stone cold, and instead of being gold like Ares’, they were deep, dark silver. Uther’s own eyes widened. “Move,” he yelled to Kanos. It was too late. With a chop, Ares sent Kanos flying into the nearest wall. Ares’ outline blurred and took a different shape. It was a shape of a tall man with long silver hair. He was dressed in what looked like enchanted leather. But the most interesting part was his ears. They were long and pointed. It was an elf. “For a Rider, you don’t have very quick reflexes, do you,” he said. He turned to Uther and continued, “His friend is in the fifth floor corridor, tied up. My name is Citrazoran, but you may call me Cin. I come from the land of the elves, far west. I came here because we sensed a powerful magic signal. We try to recruit everyone who can use magic. We do it for Eracsia, because we are building a huge army to attack and conquer the Underworld. Queen Ziria is way too dangerous to control the forces of that world. With her power, she can destroy all of Eracsia anytime she wants. That is why you must choose to accept or not my offer. This is a critical matter, but you do not have to accept. I will want to hear you answer in three days. Meet at the City Square. If you do not come, I will hunt you down myself. Drominuk Semradon.” “Wait!” yelled Uther, but the elf’s outline blurred and he disappeared into thin air. Kanos got up from the floor. He knew the elves were powerful, but not THIS powerful. With just one swipe, the elf had knocked him into a wall that was twenty feet away. Uther walked up to him and helped him up. “Now you have met an elf,” he said. “A strong one, too. What did he say in the end? It was something like Drominuk Semradon,” growled Kanos. “It’s the elven language. He said ‘farewell humans,’” replied Uther. “Come on, we better find the real Ares. We’ll talk later.”
Like the elf said, Ares was on the fifth floor. But they found him out of his ropes and leaning against the wall. “How did you do that?” asked Kanos. “Magi…” started Ares, but Uther gave him a fierce glare and then said, “Pocket knife. Anyway, did you see the elf? He tied me up and went down to meet you.” “We met him all right,” replied Uther. “Come you two. I need to show you something that will explain this strange chain of events.” And with that, they followed Uther to the central chamber.

hmm itresting i like it