The dream begins.

Billy opened his eyes, then got up, he looked around the hall.  The hallway he was standing in looked like a hallway in his dad's office building, there was a blank wall behind him, in front of him along the walls were doors.  Shadowy shapes were coming in and out of the doorways.  It was the shadowy shapes that immediately told Billy that he was dreaming.  He walked down the hall a ways looking through the open doors, all he could see was nothing within the rooms beyond.  Billy was trying to remember something, something about dreams, then he remembered,

"Dreams are pretty much recycled brain garbage."  He said aloud.  Then probably because of him saying "garbage", he fell down  an open manhole.  The current was fast moving down in the sewer, but the last thing he saw before being pulled away, was one of the shadowy figures looking through the manhole like it was a telescope, saying in a motherly voice,

"I told you not to play with matches."

 TO BE CONTINUED.  

The untrackable.

There is a certain group of people, who can focus on there electromagnetic pulse and change it to a different frequency, in this way shutting down the microchips.  They are known as the untrackables, they left civilization, and now live in mountains and other more remote locations across the globe.  It is said that the men have shaggy hair and beards, and the women let their hair grow long, and they have also resorted to some other unseemly older ways.  The untrackables are a new hope for the future, they are yet another group of people resisting Biggest Brother (the one world government).  

Billy

Billy Monroe had fallen off a tree, so he got a concussion.  Billy was now in a comma for a few weeks, he was in room A213, east wing of St.  Bartholemew hospital.  But Billy's comma was no ordinary comma, for his conscious was going deep into his subconscious...  

A tale 2

Otorin walked down the dirt path to the elf lord`s house in an anxious mood, ever since he had lost his rapier, he`d been looking for a replacement, this elf lord had offered one.  The elf was waiting in the door, he was wearing an elegant needle-orange robe, there was a silver circlet on his head, and his chestnut hair flowed in the wind.  The elf greeted Otorin, the elf`s name was Lord Nianin, Nianin then ushered Otorin inside.  Otorin was lead to Nianin`s study, where on the table was a sheathed sword, Lord Nianin picked it up to show Otorin the thel bark scabbard (thel is a magic tree used by wood elves) the elf let Otorin pull out the sword.  The blade was a golden pink-red, like a sunset, he felt the handle which fit his hand fine, then he swung it around a bit, this would do.  Nianin gave Otorin the sword, which was named Ovirin, he thanked the elf lord and then left.  Now Otorin could face Count Felrad, and bring an end to this turmoil.       

Chad.

Chad walked down the street, hood over his head, and hand in pockets.  He felt alone, as usual, any kid his age would be thinking about cars, or school, but not Chad, he had the whole national government hunting him.  Chad walked past a window display of TVs showing the news, and as usual, showing a picture of him, though it was blurry.  He continued walking down the sidewalk and crowded streets, he kept his yellow eyes hidden behind his hood, even though he was invisible to everyone except other psychics who could sense his presence.  Once he got to a run-down part of New York City, what used to be Brooklyn, he went to his hideout, a dilapidated old school, he settled down in his bed.  He knew something had to be done against the government, the government who had taken him away from his parents, whom he did not know, once it was known he was a psychic, and then they put him in the S.l., a dark, gothic, and sadistic group of psychics.  There were three people he want to get revenge against; Lucius, the high priest of the S.L., Gen. Fox, who captured and tortured Chad for half- a- year, and Pres. Freedman, the current president without a term.  Soon Chad would set out to get his revenge! 

The traveler`s secret, part 2.

Alden, Edmand, and Allrun were riding , though Alden was running, along the path toward Gryphon`s Den, the nearest city.  Allrun reigned in his pegasus, being a paladin he had the ability to summon these flying, celestial steeds, as he saw Tuln, the owl, flying toward them screeching three times.

"That means potential danger."  Stated Alden, drawing his two-tipped spear (one tip on either end) and slowing down to a walk.  The danger came into view as they came around a corner, it was a knight garbed entirely in black armor, riding a black horse and he guarded the entrance of a stone bridge that stretched over a great, rushing river.  

"No one crosses this yonder bridge unlessith he defeats me in singleith combat!"  Proclaimed the knight.

"I accept your challenge!"  Edmand cried, stepping forward.  

The knight slammed his heels into the flanks of his steed, the beast charged toward Edmand, the knight lowered his lance so it was level with his opponents chest.  Edmand simply raised his hand said two words in the language of magic, and then a lighting bolt shot from his hand, struck the knight in the chest and flung him to the ground, where he lay motionless.  The trio passed to the other side of the river.  Some hours later, Alden heard Tuln`s cry again, except this time there was four cries.

"That means serious danger."  Said Alden, and everyone drew their weapons... 

The traveler`s secret.

One autumn evening, a weary, old traveler limped his way down the forest road to the Golden Ale Inn.  Once inside, the traveler went to order a beer but all of a sudden terrible spasms and vomiting over took him.  A night elf ranger named Alden Quellunn, and his owl, Tuln, rushed over to him, to try and calm the man.  The traveler was able to tell Alden that he had a certain artifact he wanted Alden to take to Farshire, the ruined kingdom, and their he would find an alter, that could destroy the artifact.  He was about to say more, but another spasm over took him, and he broke his neck.  Alden looked in the traveler`s pack and found the artifact wrapped in cloth, just then a human wizard came over, bumped the dead man`s sleeve to reveal infected, greenish cuts that oozed a yellowish puss.  The wizard gasped, and said;

"I would like to see the end of this mystery, a wizard is always looking for more knowledge.  What is your name, night elf?" 

"Alden Quellunn, and this is my owl friend, Tuln, what`s your`s?"

"Edmand Olvarson."

"Hay, ho!  What`s this you speak of an adventure?  Normal life starting to bore me, oh yes, my name is Allrun Fulurnson, and I am a noble paladin!"

"I guess the three of us can go together then?"  Said Alden, and they did, starting on their long, dangerous journey to Farshire.