Chapter 6

"Move!" Splitter yelled, leaping to the side as a gray smoke erupted from the creature's hand.

Stan dove, the mist reflected off his gleaming sword.  

"What is that stuff?"  He screamed across the room. 

"Destroying mist, it takes people to their lair." Cashek responded.

The ghost like creature drifted in the castle.  It's hand still out stretched towards the group.  It shot another blast of mist this time it was directed in Stan's way.  He jumped left, dogging the ray by seconds.  The ghost screamed in rage.  Stan shot out the scream.  He saw Glam crumple to the floor as the scream ended.  

Out of the dark a arrow zipped towards the creature hitting it in the chest.  It yelled and turned to Scazm.  As it moved it a sizzling sound filled the air.  Stan gazed at the monster as it boiled and vanished.  Leaving behind a piece of the clothe that had stuck to the arrow.

"So, what was that thing?" Stan questioned 

"A Phantom and a very evil one at that."  Ren told him.

"A Phantom's touch will kill you, glancing it's face will make you one of them." Splitter said.

Glam had bent down examining the clothe.  He walked over to investigate himself.  It was small and smell of burned meat.  Stan flipped it over, the clothe burning him.  On the back and a symbol of a dragon and a bright sun.  The dragon was shooting flames at the sun.

"What does that mean."  Stan whispered.

"It is the symbol of Dem The Great."  Scazm said,"Looks like are newest man."

"Why is he so great?"  He said

"He was a warrior much like you, but he had a passion for evil."  Splitter said softly,"He turned on his trainer killing him, at this moment he is ruler of South America, but secretly."

"We were very lucky, Dem's Phantom does not take prisoners."  Splitter said.

Stan's brain kicked in.  Maybe Dem wants something from him.  Or maybe he wants him.

He started to pace around the room.  When he turned back to examine the clothe more it was gone.

"Hey, its gone."  He yelled.

Glam responded,"Yes, well it does that if the Phantom is being ranked up or he just wants it back."

"Okay, that makes sense."  He said, but not understanding.

He noticed that his sword was not on his belt.  He turned and saw it on the floor.  Stooping he picked it up.

"Put that down!"  Splitter yelled, across the room.

Stan through it on the ground.  He saw what it was, there was a dark haze covering the sword.  Then it was gone.

Chapter 5

The smell of meat and other foods filled the dinning room.  Stan starred at the foods set out. There was steaks, bread, so kind of corn and peas mixed, and some he didn't recognize.

"Do you like the food?" Glam said with a smile.  Thirteen faces smiled at him and nodded they didn't speak for their mouth was full of meat.  

"I am glad because I did cook it myself."  Glam said as he raised a piece of what looked like chicken to his lips.  

"So you do like it right?" Sleed questioned

Stan nodded and laughed.

"Glad because that there is the dolphin we killed this mourning."  Sleed said laughing as Stan spit it all over the table in front of him.  He then quickly tried to get the rest out.  Everyone burst out laughing.

"Its deer Stan I thought you could tell that." Glam said to him.

Stan continued to eat his food glaring at Sleed whenever he got the chance.  Sleed continued to laugh and joke until he something cut him off.  There was a loud bang at the front gate.  All was silent in the room.  Then another bang at the gate.

"Stan get you're sword, now."  Splitter said motioning to him.

Stan bolted from his seat and up the stairs to his dark room.  He panicked when he couldn't find it.  After searching awhile he found it tucked under his bed.  Picking it up and strapping it to him.  He reached the large wooden front gate as all the others did.

"Does everyone have their sword?"  Splitter said.

 There was a yes from each person.

"Okay, who comes to the gate of the great castle?"  Splitter yelled at the gate.

There was no answer to the question.  Splitter shot a worried look at the group.  

"Hide now."  Splitter ordered. 

There was footfalls then silence.  Stan hid behind the pillar closest to the gate.  There was a long pause.  And with a creak splitter opened the door.  As he did everyone jumped from their hiding spots.  Stan froze as he starred at the creature in the doorway.

In the door hovered a ghost like figure.  It had its hand out stretched towards Stan.  The ghost was a least seven feet tall its clothes made of moldy rags.  Its face covered by a hood.  Its dead hand moving closer to Stan as the other remained frozen with fear.

Chapter 4

"Magic doesn't exist."  Stan said softly.

"If you say so." Splitter said

Stan had been thinking about the sword that was at his waist.  He had so many questions about it.  If only Splitter would tell him about it.

"So I am a knight now, right?" He whispered to splitter

"No, you are a warrior." Splitter corrected 

Hundreds of thoughts rushed into his head.  A warrior?  Like on movies he used to watch?

And those old ones?

"Yes, we protect this castle." Splitter said smiling at him.  "Now, Splitter said  rubbing his hands together, lets go met the others."

They walked out of the boxy room.  As they stepped out whistling broke out among the six troopers. 

"Stan this Glam, Sleed, Scazm, Barney, Cashek, and Ren."  Splitter said motioning towards each of the men.  "It seems that the other six have wandered off."  "Finally, your room is down the wall to the left, you can't miss it."  

As he spoke Stan strolled off towards his room.  He turned right into a ten foot metal door.  Stan wondered why there was a large metal door in the middle of a old fashioned castle.  For extra protection?

"Splitter!" He yelled

The next moment the six men were by his side swords drawn.  

"What son?" Splitter asked.

"Look at this metal door." Stan replied.

"What door Stan?" Splitter said softly. 

"The metal door right in front of you." He replied

"There is no door Stan." "False alarm everyone." Splitter whispered.

Stan felt his anger but he forced himself to turn into his wooden door.  Slamming it behind him.  There was a door he saw it he knew it.  Well the room was nice it had a fire pit, bed, and a old looking rug.

"Like the room."

He jumped at Splitter's voice.

"Yes, its nice, and I saw what I saw there is a door at least ten feet tall."  Stan replied

"I believe you but I can't look bad in front of my men, dinner is in ten minutes."  Splitter said.

Stan turned away from splitter and waited 'till the door the had closed.  He then took out his sword turning it over in his hands.  He griped it tight as sliced at the metal box.  Cutting it in half.  Then he saw words on the sword.  He starred at it.  It read,"Find your inner weapon."

Chapter 3

"Wake up Stan." A voice said to him. He blinked awake. Some people were pouring over him.
"Who are you people." Stan said
"Who are you is the question." They said.
He sat up dazed. He looked around the room. It was a small box shaped room. There was three neatly stacked boxes in one corner. And in the other stood a live size sculpture of Splitter.
"What are those boxes for." Stan breathed.
They all burst out laughing. Some saying that was not expected. Splitter stood over him. Laughing with the others. We then calmed down and waved the others out.
"You took a hard hit there." He said to him.
The air smelled of raw eggs and steaks. It smelled so good to be there. Where ever we was. The room he noticed had a painting hung up on the wall to the left. It was of a framed word that looked like scribbles to him.
"What was that monster thing." He said. His head aching.
"It was a large minator." He whispered to Stan.
"And you killed it?" Stan said.
He nodded to him. So he was in a strange place. And he got hit by a monster. To finish it off he hit a barber shop.
"Where am I?" Stan said.
"This is the great castle." Splitter said. "And these are my troops."
The others waved as they made their way out of the room. Stan returned the wave. He tried to stand but his mind would not allow him.
"Slowly, slowly." Splitter whispered.
As he stood his mind screamed out in pain. He yelped as he fell once more. And Splitter at him. But it didn't bother him to much. He inched over to the large crates. As he reached them he peered into the top most one. It was filled of all kinds of supplies he had never seen before. There were some that were twisted so much that they looked like candy. He gaped in amazement. The second nearly the same with a tent and some kinds of gear. And the last box. He prided it open and looked inside. There sat a sword with a gleaming hilt covered in dazzling rubies.
"That sword likes you." Splitter said. It made Stan jump. He had almost forgot about him
"What?" Stan whispered. "Likes me?"
Splitter nodded to him.
"It flew right to you as you slept." He breathed. "What puzzles me is that sword was under many crates."
"What kind is it." Stan said. Picking up the sword.
Splitter laughed at the question. "A magic sword of course." "That sword is called the sword of destiny."

How did you like that first part huh?  Well here is the second chapter.  ( The first is below this one.)

"A warrior?" Stan questioned  "A warrior of what?"

"Have you ever heard of the warriors of the great castle?" The man said

Stan shook his head.  He wanted to learn about these warriors.

"By george's beard!"  The man exclaimed.  "If you accept this invitation, we have a lot of work to do!"

"Tell me about this." Stan said  "Is there a commander involved?"

"Yes, in the great castle there are three squads which makes up a unit." He said  "Wait I almost forgot, my name is Splitter."  "And yours is?"

" Oh, my name is Stan, Stan Richards."

"I am pleased to met you Stan."  " Okay now, lets finish this talk inside."

Splitter pointed to the barber shop with a finger.

"No way that is a death trap!" Stan yelled.

"Come you will see." He said

Walking towards the shop.  At once he was gone.  Vanished into thin air.  Stan starred mouth gapping.  

"Are you..."  Something cut Splitter off.  The next thing he knew was Splitter was standing before him sword in hand.

"Get behind me!"  He yelled over the wind.  And Stan obeyed.

"Leave us you beast" Splitter yelled 

Although he saw nothing Splitter started slicing and hacking at what seemed to be the wind.  He grunted in pain as something sliced him.  The wound bleeding.  He sliced again the wind growing louder.  

"What are you doing?"  Stan said

"Do you accepted the invitation!"  He screamed

"Yeah, I do!" Stan yelled back.

And all at once he saw it.  A monster that was a least ten feet tall.  It welded a battle ax.  That sliced through the air missing Splitter by inchs.

The creature roared in rage as Splitter hacked one of its legs off.  The monster swayed a little then started to fall towards them.  It roaring all the while. 

"Stan, move!"  Splitter yelled from behind him.  Stan looked from him to the monster.  He dove hitting his head on the wall of the barber shop.  The rest seamed blurred.  He could barely make out splitter racing towards him yelling words that he couldn't quite hear.  Then blackout.

Warriors of the pale moonlight

This is a fantasy story I made up myself.  So with on further stalling.  

Enjoy the first bit of: Warriors Of The Pale Moonlight.

"Levi no!" Stan yelled.  "Don't leave me alone!"

Stan shot up from his bed dripping with sweat.  He was extremely glad that this had been a dream.  

"Stan wake up, you'll be late for school." Stan's mom yelled from the second story.  "Hurry you missed the bus, again!"

He stepped off his bunk bed and pulled on his school clothes.  Still groggy he slowly moved to the bathroom.  After he had brushed his teeth he started down the twenty steps that led to the second story.  

"There you are." Stan's mother breathed.  "You are going to have your eighth tardy this week!"

Stan said,"Sorry mom, I had a odd dream."  "I dreamed about Levi again."

"Oh for the love of Pete Stan, I told you that its just a dream."

Stan felt the anger boiling up in him.  It had seamed so real to him.  Who cares if he got eight tardies in one week.  It was a school record.  Anyway he hated his first period class.  

Stan spoke up,"I am going out the door to school."  "I'll be back at four thirty."

"Don't forget about your piano lesson!" His mom yelled after him.  

He could care less about a dumb piano lessons.  He would probably miss half of first period.  The walk to school took at least a half of an hour if you were walking fast.   He thought about his odd dreams again.  Why was he dreaming about Levi?  He didn't really even like him.

"Checkpoint one reached." Stan whispered to himself.

Stan had always dreamed of being a commander of the air force.  But he knew would have to wait a while.  Checkpoint one was a old barber shop that was closed down two years ago because of a rat that chewed its way though the wires and cables.  After one day the barber shop started on fire.  Killing only one person.  

"What was that son." A strange man said from behind him.

"Do I know you." Stan yelled over to him.

"No you don't, but I do."  The man said drawing closer to him.

The man was built everywhere the eye could see.  He had very straight long hair.  He held a hilt of what looked like a four foot long sword, that was strapped to his waist.  The sword was still in it's little loop on the man belt.  The belt held a dagger the sword and a small watch.

Stan was starting to be very scarred. 

"What do want from me." Stan said nervously.

"I need to ask you a simple question." The man said softly.

"Shot." Stan said quietly.

"Do you want to be warrior?"

I watched helplessly as my very sister was being tortured.

This a dramatic way to start a story huh.  You try this sometime.  Okay, back to the drama.

My father soared through the air as I watched.  Then we attacked.  Angie yelped in pain as my dad crashed down on her.  All at once the horror happened.  He started his tickle assault.  

I watched helplessly as my very sister was being tortured.  (Yes you guessed it that was the beginning) I had to help.  I jumped slamming down onto the tramp.  My sister (no longer being attacked)  flew into the air.  My dad noticing me, charged at me.  I too yelped and ran for cover.  But to no avail.  I would to fight back.

"Ah!" I screamed as dad slammed into me beginning the onslaught.  I started to thrash out violently yelling all the while.  And as it had begun it end.  Dad left me there crippled and on the brink of shedding tears.  

THE END

The Mad House

Okay so we went to this place called kangaroo zoo yesterday and it was really fun!  Me and a friend went out and had fun messing with other kids.  We got on a blow up that had a little circle in the middle.  That circle happened to have a bunch of kids bouncing each other off.  They were not that big and not that small.  So we being old thought this would so cool if we could bounce them off (very rough style).  The outer edge is pretty bouncy so we would jump right on that part. I was the first to know.  I climbed up in the blow up and started bouncing trying to catch some air.  After a minute I leaped up and slammed into the outer rim.  The girls screamed as they rolled off.  I on the other hand flew into the air (a good three feet) and smacked on the plastic with a loud thud.  I groaned in pain.  It felt as if my inside would explode outwards.  My friend leaped towards me.  As he helped me to my feet a screaming girl flew out of nowhere and slammed into him, sending them both sprawling.  I bounced away just in time to avoid the oncoming girl.  

After that little thing none of us got badly hurt.  But we still went in a couple times to just hit that outer rim.  This was very this joyful to see each other fly off the circle and slam into the blow up walls and nets.  One of those times there was a four or five year old that we just couldn't get off that circle.  But thats another story.  The End

I got a episode of life a couple days ago so now I can watch life! :0

Museum

Yesterday was kind of weird.  So we went to the children's museum.  And being pretty old myself I didn't find this thing fun or interesting.  But on the good side my other brother and sister found this by far the funnest place on earth by far.  There was toys every way the eye could see.  The prefect place for kids 1-9 year olds.  As soon as we walked in they were excited.  When they received there wristbands they were off running around.  My mother trying to keep up.  My older sister got the camera rights.  While I trudged around with my dad trying with all my might to find something if anything fun to do.  After walking and talking we found magnetic nails.  My dad picked up a nail and placed it gently on the table surface and it stuck good.  He took two more and placed them in a triangular formation.  Then taking two more nails he connected the three other nails together.  I being of my age thought this was pretty cool.  So I grabbed three nails and placed them on top of the three connected nails.  I laughed as my dad tried the same thing.  But the tower went tumbling down.  All that was left was the bas or foundation.  I couldn't hold in my laughter any longer.  I was very close to crying when I was finished.  

" What the flagnar." My dad cried.  The End 

Well...It looks like life is going to be canceled after all. :(

Help Save Life!! On NBC!!

Life is on the edge of being canceled please keep it alive! Life is an awesome show on NBC and it would be a shame if it were to go.

The big laugh

Well...I haven't written in a while but here it goes. One day I was making a bag yesterday and it was intense. We were sowing it together and it was scary. " Oh no, oh no, teacher!" I heard my friend yell. " My thing is broken!" The teacher walked over to him. Clearly disturbed. But her face relaxed as she came closer.
" No it's not, you didn't turn the machine on."
My friend sat dumb founded.
" Well I wanted that to happen." He stated.
Mrs. R (as I call her) forced a smile and walked off shaking her head. I couldn't hold my laugh in any longer and it just came out. I threw my head back laughed so hard it felt like I was going to explode. I finally finished and turned to him wiping tears from my eyes and said," That was to funny." The next day someone coughed on me(on purpose) for no reason just 'cause I coughed in her mouth(not on purpose) But that is another story. THE END