Well, considering that Endey can't do anything, which means that I can't post anything, which means I'm getting bored.

SO. Endey is still in Tavesten. He does not want to meet any of you guys. HINT HINT. Acutually, he could use the support of another dragon slayer. HINT HINT.

SO. Ignore my post about finding the BIG BAD DRAGON.

First of all, I think we should use "fewmets" as a Draconian swearword. Got the idea from A Wrinkle in Time; look it up if you want.
Secondly, I'm really sorry for taking so long. I'm kind of busy this week what with my 13th birthday on Monday, incredibly massive amounts of homework from one particular Language Arts teacher, painful fits of jealousy that Annie is camping at Gilroy Gardens with her Girl Scout troop, preparing for Halloween, getting presents for two birthday parties this month, and so on. So here's my tiny post, as it comes running up huffing and panting and trying not to be too late. Enjoy.

Elyana-

"So, where do you think he'll be?" I asked Kerra after we had succesfully passed through Tavesten's gates. Xell and Sunflame were looking annoyed with the rope leashes we had made for them, but they weren't shooting fireballs at us anymore. That was a definite plus.

"I don't know," replied Kerra with a shrug. "Probably somewhere a shady dragon slayer would like to hang out."

I tried to come up with something, but I wasn't very familiar with the city and tended to stay out of dark alleys and questionable taverns. Nothing came to mind. "Sorry, I can't think of anything," I said. "Let's just walk until we see something that looks right."

We walked for what seemed like forever but was probably only minutes, shoving our way through the crowded streets of the Tavesten Fair among all the festive activities. People were laughing and crowds were cheering, merchants from all over tried to sell their goods, animals and humans were performing on wooden stages, and little kids were running around shoving each other and playing with souveniers. In other words, an absolute nightmare. I gritted my teeth and squeezed Kerra's hand, trying to look for somewhere a dragon slayer like Endey would be and trying even harder not to get lost. I really had to grit my teeth when we passed a dragon performing, chained to a pole like a dog and coughing miserable little squirts of fire up into the air. He looked hungry and tired, his scales tinged with a sickly grey, but the crowd didn't care. They just kept on laughing. I gripped Kerra's hand so tight that she began to pull away, but stopped when she saw the dragon.

"He's so pale," she said, so quietly I could barely hear her over the noise of the crowd.

"There's nothing we can do," I said sadly, giving the poor dragon one last glance, then moving on. Suddenly, I felt Xell tugging on the rope.
"What is it, Xell?" I asked.

Humans something sight something something don't see him something dragons something smell.

"What?" I asked, confused.

Xell rolled his eyes and said simply, Dragon slayer's scent. I gasped.

"Which way?" I asked urgently. In reply, he tugged harder, and I followed, dragging Kerra along behind me.

Okay, so from here they can either find Endey or Aleakim, because they would both have a dragon slayer's scent, or they can find Anex, because he's in a place that Endey was in not too long ago. You choose.

I get it, I get it. :) And we can ignore my post about going to the little hut. I didn't mean to write that in the first place  XD

Aleakim--

Walking toward Tevvensten, I can see a cloaked figure (Endey does have a cloak on, right SC?) hurrying down a sidestreet, trying to remain unseen. I grin and crouch down, like a cat about to pounce. I leap, and my Draceai strength lands me 20 feet closer to the town. I hit the ground running (literally) and get all the way down to Tavvensten in less than two minutes.

Silently, I draw a dagger from each side of my belt, and with a blade in each hand, I leap up to the roof of one of the nearest buildings. I peer over the top and see that Endeyrory Pracea is almost directly below me. I let myself drop off the roof, and I land with nothing more than a small noise, almost as quiet as a footstep. Endey turns at the noise, but I dart into an alleyway before Endey can see me. Then I continue to go silently behind him. When he stops walking for a moment to adjust his cloak, I'm up behind him and have one blade at his throat and another at his chest.

His breath stops a moment in surprise and fear, and I laugh.

"You wouldn't last five minutes against a Latet Anguis." (That's another Latin thing; it means lurking serpent so I decided it could be a dragon that sneaks up silently to catch its victims.)

"Aleakim," Endey says, with both a little relief that I'm not an enemy, and a little fear, because my knife is still at his neck.

"Pracea." I call him by his last name.

"What are you doing here?" he asks suspiciously.

"Holding a dagger to your throat, what does it look like?" I say sarcastically.

Endey suddenly draws his sword and swipes at my arm. I take the blades away from his throat, but not before I am cut. The wound fizzles with my Draceai blood (which is poisonous to humans and dragons alike). And I hiss at Endey loudly. My eyes narrow, and by now I know my pupils will be vertical slits.

Endey takes a step away from me. "What do you want?" he asks. I grin maliciously.

"Only one thing."

"And what would that be?"

"A dagger. A dagger with a handle carved into a dragon's head," I say, and I see a flicker of recognition in his eyes.

"There are many like that," he says, trying to hide his mistake at showing emotion. "But I believe I know which one you seek."

I must betray my joy at this, because now he grins.

"I will take you to its owner, for a price."

"What is it that you want from me?" I ask, and his smirk is almost scary.

THE END!!! :)

I'll let Endey take over from here and decide what the price is. :)

Yay!

So, does Endey know Aleakim is Draceai? And is the dagger Elyana's or Kerra's dagger?

Endeyrory Pracea

I leaned against the wall and smirked. Aleakim wanted that dagger bad. Which meant that I could get a lot for telling her who's dagger it was. Oh, this was too perfect.

"I want you to kill somebody," I said, smiling.

"Who?" Aleakim has no trouble with this cloak-dagger-murder stuff. That's what I like about her. She's got guts. She does not freak out or think I'm kidding, she asks who.

"Con Rilleyo."

"He's a dragon catcher."

"Kill him. And the murder can not, no matter what, be in any way connected to me or you. Do it, and I'll get you the owner of the the dragon dagger."

Aleakim spat out her hand and held it out. I did the same. We shook. "Dracones occidunt." Slay all the dragons.

Aleakim walked away. Oh, this was just perfect. Beautiful.

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Oh my gosh! Spammy says typn, and on my typing scores spreadsheet for this quarter, the message I put on the top was "Type to slay the nice dragons!" And I had dragon clipart on it.

If Kerra's ok with it, I meant it to be her dagger. And iI'm not sure about Endey knowing Aleakim's family history. Umm......no, he doesn't know.

Admins, how gory and creepy would a post have to be for you to not post it? Because, I'm not a very dark person, but my charrie is, and I don't want to write a post that's too creepy.

I don't like posting anything gory, especially not if detailed, or anything morbid or sadistic. Anything that does not reflect the standards of Cricket magazine, especially if taken out of context. Or anything that might have a bad effect on any of our readers.

Admin

OK, Admin!

Sorry this is short. 

Aleakim--

I walk away from Endey, trying to figure out how to get out of killing Rilleyo. The catcher may be mean, rude, and in general a pain in the tail, but he is a catcher, and he's good at his job. We couldn't afford to lose a catcher, especially one as good as him.

HA!!! Awesome ending, Draco! Loved it.

 
Hey where did Anex go? Snake hasn't posted as Anex in a while.

I'm here. I just haven't been sure what to post....