Thursday, September 27, 2012

HyperLinkzer: Tale of the Rat-Hippos, part one.

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This is part one of a battle that me, Trista Vaporblade, Taisia Tinuviel, and CrazyAndyMan were involved in.  It wasn't actually typed in such a dramatic way as this, and I added a few things, but...yeah. :) Enjoy!

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Trista Vaporblade ran through the forest, breathing heavily and swatting branches away. She couldn’t hit all of them, and a few slapped her face as she sped past. The sky was deceptively blue despite the predicament, but there was not a cloud in sight, which was uncharacteristic for the creatures that usually traveled under cover of clouds. The sun snaked its way in between the tightly bunched trees and left splotches of light on the forest floor. Trista’s feet padded silently on the soft dirt, sometimes making a snapping sound as her boots crunched on dry leaves.
The reason for her haste was the impending doom not far behind. She had to warn the other Elves or they would face extinction.
She burst into a clearing and screamed, “Everybody run for cover! It’s the Flying Rat-Hippos of Northern Grontino!”
No answer.
They must have been wiped out already, thought Trista. But then she heard something; laughter, coming from a young girl that Trista hadn’t seen before. She recognized her as Taisia Tinuviel.
Trista grabbed Taisia and pulled her behind a bush. “Don’t laugh, hide!” she said, then lowered her voice and whispered, “And don’t fear. They can sense fear.”
Taisia stopped laughing. Her faced became fearful. “Oh. Will it kill us?” She shivered.
“I’m not sure, but I’ve heard that they like to sit on people with pointy ears.” Trista reached up and subconsciously felt her own ear, as if to make sure it was still in place.
“That’s bad,” stated Taisia. “We’re doomed -”
She was silenced by a loud thud. “What was that?” she mouthed to Trista.
“Rat-hippo,” Trista mouthed back.
The hippo on the other side of the bush snorted. Trista’s heart skipped a beat.
The bush was lifted into the air, and an evil face filled the two girl’s vision. Both of them froze.
Taisia reached over and grabbed Trista’s hand. Trista squeezed it reassuringly. They drew their swords and prepared to fight.
Suddenly, they heard a loud yell.
“Leave them alone, rat, or taste my blade!” A figure dropped down from the tree and buried its sword into the throat of the hippo. “That should keep him down,” said the figure, turning around.
Trista sheathed her sword and bowed. “Sir Andy! Thank you for saving us.”
Andy smiled grimly and put his own sword into its scabbard. “It’s not over yet. There are more to come.”
“What do you mean, ‘more to come’?” asked Taisia.
Andy pointed toward the sky. “Look north. There must be hundreds of them,” he replied.
They stood still for a moment to let the news soak in. Then they heard rustling behind them. Three swords rang out in unison.
Andy called out, “Who goes there?”
More rustling, this time accompanied with a voice. “Oof! Ouch! Stupid branch – OW! That’s gonna leave a mark. AAAAAAHHHH!!!” A boy fell out of the tree above Andy and knocked him down.
Andy quickly stood up and dusted himself off. “Hyper, it’s good to see you, but you didn’t have to fall on me. You could’ve been impaled on my sword.”
The boy rolled over on his back and smiled sheepishly. “Sorry.”
“Hyper! I’m glad you’re here. Andy says there are more rat-hippos coming!”
Hyper turned white. “Rat-hippos? You mean the ones from the NORTH?
Trista nodded. “Yes, they come from the north, hence the name.”
Just then the sky darkened. The group craned their heads to the sky to see what the cause was.
Rat-hippos. Hundreds upon hundreds of rat-hippos flew above the forest in a massive horde like a swarm of bees, but infinitely larger and deadlier.
Hyper spoke. “How many of them are there?”
“Andy says hundreds, and I don’t doubt it,” Trista replied.
Andy looked at the others. “Well friends, this is it. We fight today, under the blue skies and in the forest below, we’ll -”
Taisia interrupted him. “Skip the speech, Andy. We’ve got a battle to win!”


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