Today I give you a pointer from the song dragons story of one of the Dragon Charactures, Redhorn. I hope to start on Chapter 2 soon, but untill I finish chapter 1 of Adventures 2, that time will be a ways away yet. enjoy anyways!

The World According To Me.....
When God created the world
He declared it good.
But Adam and Eves sin destroyed there paradise
And they have to grow their own food.
God sent a flood years after that.
Only Noah’s family was saved.
He built an ark of Gopher wood
And took all the animals from there grave.
Many years later God sent his son
Jesus of Nazareth by name.
Men beat him and hung him on a cross
And won his clothes by a game.
Though Jesus died on a cross that day,
A tomb of rock couldn’t hold him.
For on the third day the tomb was opened
And Jesus rose victorious over sin.
He walked the streets for 40 days.
Appearing to many who thought him dead.
The news of his resurrection was greeted
By quite a few with dread.
Jesus is coming again some day
To take us to Heaven with him.
The world shall the see the truth of the gospel
But still choose their world of sin.
My pen has run out of ink.
And into depression it sinks.
We cant cheer him up no matter what we try,
For the ink of the pen has run dry.
No matter how hard we try to grow,
A replacement for him, he let us know,
That we shall never find another so fine,
That can draw a beautiful, solid straight line.
We have searched every store to see what was there,
The pen even came, for he could hardly bear,
The thought of an inferior pen, flowing so grand,
Painting masterpieces, and writing poems about sand.
Yes, the pen has run out of ink,
And he isn’t as useful as he might think,
But we found a replacement, a brother of his,
And this new pen would love to write a quiz.
My good old pen shall be buried today,
And his brother has told me just what to say,
“Tell them of the wondrous things he did,
And make him a plaque with good wishes bid.”
There once was a potato named Matthew. This potato lived an ordinary life with an ordinary wife named Molly, his two ordinary kids named Matthias and Mary, worked an ordinary office job working for an auto insurance company. One day, I think it was May, something extraordinary happened.
Matthew was delivering a report for his boss, Mr. Potata head. There were four floors in the office, the fourth floor being on top. Matthew was climbing the stairs right over the third floor, when the roof and fourth floor was ripped off right above his head.
Matthew screamed, ducked and glanced wildly around for the source of this strange phenomenon. He was almost ready to panic, when something inside him snapped. He collapsed on the floor writhing and screaming, clawing at his arms and legs. For some reason unbeknownst to him his body was changing. His already misshapen, fuzzy head grew larger, his spindly arms and legs became absurdly muscled for a potato, and he turned a deep shade of blue.
As soon as this transformation ceased, a new mind had taken over and roared a challenge to the attacking force. The roof now gone, Matthew had an excellent view of his foe.
Dripping fangs, huge, blood-red eyes, snow-white fur and two gigantic ears was all Matthew could see as the creature reeled back in surprise and disappeared. A little bewildered, Matthew stared blankly at the spot his foe was moments before, then shrugged and climbed over the tops of the broken and buckled walls to help with cleanup in the city below.
Many inhabitants saw how helpful this unrecognizable blue creature was, and after the rubble was cleared, the new mayor of Rootsville honored this new, unexpected citizen with a medal and the title of highest honor, Grathengoken.
Now, whenever Rootsville is in danger, Matthew becomes Grathengoken, and always saves the day.
Uh, Yea.The creak and groan of the quiet ship
Holds the soul in an icy grip.
The lanterns swing through the darkness deep,
As seasoned sailors snore and sleep.
The icy breath of the sea moans by
And the watch shivers, for death is nigh.
The sea washes the ship to and fro,
The wind picks up, the watch calls below,
“Captain! There seems to be a storm coming up!”
And the hollow sound of his step answers the pup.
With one leg missing, Captain Ahab still sails,
His mind set on a single White Whale.
As his orders ring through the night,
His thoughts secretly doom the whale that is white.