This is a book i hope to finish, i am really excited about it so far. Some of you may realize that this is the RPG by Dark, Queen of Angmar! I am so excited about it! I really hope that it turns out good. I'll post my progress, about every five pages or until a good transition:
Here is my rough first chapter (i am going to change it, but here it is for now)

Flight of the Chosen
Book One.


Chapter One

It was a cold, cloudy morning when Tom Magimille, a strong stalky man of 60, decided to take a walk along the rocks of the shore on Tory Island. Tom’s leg was giving him a litlle pain, but he shook it off as a joint spasm. Slowly, he limped along the rock mixed with sand beach--breathing in the salty ocean air. He cold barely see the cove through the fog. The cove was his destination; he loved to go sit and watch the waves roll in.
Tom Magimille was a retired business owner. He owned the the Mag. Printing Press, but he retired and passed it on to his son, Stephan Magimille. He moved from Belfast, Ireland to Tory Island where he hoped to lead a quiet, uneventful old age. However, he was not old. Tom had just turned 60, his greying hair gave off an appearance of an older man and his face was etched with wrinkles, but his eyes were as bright as ever behind a pair of round-rimmed glasses. Tom had retired after his leg injury and was rather thankful to be away from the busy life of a businessman. Tom bought a house overlooking the sea and visited the shores every morning. Tom was not expecting anything eventful to happen that morning but to his great surprise, today would be the day that would change his life as he knew it.

Tom had rushed in the house and grabbed four sacks of burlap, he dumped out the old papers, pictures, and rubbish on the floor and hurried back outside as fast as his leg would allow. The sand slowed him down quite a bit but his determination to solve the objects he had found in the cove was motivating him forward. He reached the cove and stared incredulously at the pile of colored oval-ish treasures in front of him.
“Holy...” Tom muttered, his voice leaving him.
Tom could tell that these were no ordinary eggs. He placed them gently into the sacks, three in each. One by one, Tom carried them back to his house.
After half-an-hour of pacing, Tom decided to call his son. His son was connected to all the right people and he hoped that Stephan could help him. Tom grabbed the reciever and feverently dialed his son’s phone number. He didn’t relax at all until he heard the gruff, “Hello?” on the other line.
“Stephan? This is your father!” Tom said clutching the phone.
“Dad? How are yo--”
“I need some help! And fast!” Tom interuppted, not wanting to chit-chat.
“Help, what kind of help?” Stephan asked, a hint of worry entered his voice.
Tom explained the situation to his son, making sure to not leave out any information. Stephan was taking it quite well and was not questioning his father’s incounter at all.
“So, you didn’t see the person who put them there, right?” Stephan asked finally.
“I just found them! How could I have? I am only out there for two hours a day!” Tom cried into the reciever. He glanced anxiously at the four large burlap sacks piled in his living room.
“Ok, dad!” His son, Stephan, replied, “I’ll make a few phone calls.”
“Hurry, they give me a funny feeling.” Tom said.
“Yeah...” Stephan said distractedly and hung up. Once Tom heard the line go dead, he hung up the phone and moved over to one of the sacks. Reaching into it he pulled out a large dark blue egg. It was heavy and the shell was thick. Tom held it out infront of him and whistled under his breath.

“Are you Tom Magimille?” The woman on Tom’s threshold asked. Tom nodded and held the door open for her.
“I’m Crymson Elementweilder.” the woman said, looking around the house. Her short dark brown hair and bright blue-ish grey eyes gave her a look of severity. But Tom noticed despite her intimidating looks, she was very pretty. Crymson shook off her large coat.
“I am here on behalf of the Magical Creature Protection Order.” Crymson informed Tom, meeting his eyes. She was almost a head shorter than Tom but he regarded her as a woman of authority.
“The what?” Tom asked, his brow furrowed.
“The Magical Creature Protection Order.” Crymson repeated in a somewhat agitated tone.
“Oh, right. Then these-” Tom motioned to the burlap sacks, “-are...magical creatures?”
“Yes.” Crymson said striding over the the sacks. She bent down and picked up a deep red egg. “These are various dragon eggs.”
“They’re what?”cried Tom incredulously.
“Dragon eggs, of more than one species. I wonder who left them.”
“Who woulden’t? Their Dragon eggs! Their probably dangerous.”
“The majority of these aren’t. Only the dark blue and the deep red eggs are remotely dangerous.” Crymson replied, straightening up, still holding the red egg. At this Tom swallowed and glanced at the dark blue egg he had been holding. Tom tore his eyes away and looked at Crymson.
“So-- how did the eggs get here?” He asked, tentively. Crymson looked up at him, her face expressionless.
“I don’t know.” She said simply. Tom looked at her.
“Oh right.” He turned his back as if to walk away. He suddenly whipped around and blurted out the thought that was haunting him since her arrival.
“How can these be Dragon eggs? Its 2150, for goodness sakes! If there were ever dragons, aren’t they...they midevil?”
For the first time, Tom saw a smile on Crymson’s features. She held out the red egg, “Science.”
Tom looked at her exasperated. “Science? I don’t understand.”
“Make a pot of tea and I’ll explain anything.”
“Oh. Sure.” Tom said bustling off to the kitchen. He was rushing around kitchen making some nice ginger tea --and Crymson had sat down in a high back arm chair smiling in a secretive way at the eggs. Her eyes flashing in an unknown light. Perhaps it was just the firelight, or perhaps it was something else.

“In 2007, doctors from 8 different countries- the US, Canada, Great Britain, China, Russia, France, South Korea, and Japan- joined together in a study of ‘mythological creatures.’ It was after they discovered the red blood cells in the dinosaur bones. Remember that? It was 2010 when their was controversy with the Germans, they tried to clone the dinosaurs, they only required the blood cells from the greedy scientist who sold it to them. Anyway, no one really knew that there were more cautious scientists who were trying to manipulate like reptile blood cells into what they believed would be the ‘dragon’ DNA and man made ‘dragon’ skeleton. They figured it out in 2011. They bred them off the coast of Alaska, the ‘winter’ eggs, I suppose you would say. The ‘summer’ eggs, they bred in Egypt.”
At this point Tom was clutching his cup so tight that his knuckles were turning white. How have there been been dragons without his knowledge? Wouldn’t he have seen one by now? Crymson was rather calm, she barely seemed miffed by this whole conversation.
“The dragons were raised under close observations, they were bred until they got the results they wanted. A list of almost 60 different dragon species. They were not supposed to breathe fire, but the more they bred the dragons the more--ancient--they became. Eventually they did start to breathe fire and the humans had to start being more careful in thier observations of the dragons.
People on the inside were starting to sell dragon eggs through the black market. Thats how I got Dawnfire. I am not proud that I bought him over the black market but he is my best friend.”
“You...you have a dragon.” Tom studdered.
“Yes.” Crymson shot him a death glare, “If you are in the presence of a magical being for too long, something changes inside you you, I can’t tell you exactly what, but basically I am not ‘human.’” Crymson said.
“So, so you have magical powers too?” Tom studdered, dropping his tea. It smashed on the floor sending the liquid and glass flying in all directions. No one moved to pick up the mess.
“In a sense.” Crymson shrugged, making the ends of her short hair graze her shoulders.
“Oh...ok.” Tom said, throughly confused. He rested his head in a hand and shook it back and forth.
“Well. That’s about it. I will need to take the eggs if you don’t mind.” Crymson said, standing up.
“Yes, please do!” Tom said in a tense mumble. Waving his free hand at the sacks.
“Thank you Mr. Magimille,” Crymson said, replacing the dark blue egg and the dark red egg back in the sacks, “And please for our safety and yours, do not mention this to anyone.”
Tom looked at her and mouthed wordlessly. How could he tell anyone? No one would believe him.

Crymson left the house in a small black car and drove down to a deserted beach about an hour away from Tom Magimille’s house. The beach was almost hidden by tall sloping rocks that looked dangerous. If anyone tried to descend, they would surely die--not unless of course you found the small stairlike rocks behind overgrown weeds. Crymson knew about the stairwell of course. She carried the bags down the stairs one at a time taking precious time to ensure their safety. When she carried the last of the sacks down to the small beach, she finally looked up at the man sitting in a niche in the rocky slope.
“I’ve got them.” Crymson said. Holding up the bag for the man to see.
“Great. Now we can finally get some rest.” The man said, closing his eyes as if he were to fall asleep.
“Not so fast Kith!” Crymson said in a scolding matter, “These have to be delivered to the Order.”
“Of course they do!” Kith said, his dark complexion looked tired and weather-beaten and his dark eyes looked dull. Crymson knew him well enough to know that he was full of life and strength, he had just seen enough over his years.
“Come on Kithnoran.” Crymson said, using his full name as leverage, “We’ll get to rest once we reach London.”
“Yeah, yeah.” Kith said, waving his hand at her as if to diminish the thought of sleeping, “Let’s just get going.”
“Fine.” Crymson said shrugging. She turned to the dark shadows of two enormous animals. One was a twelve foot tall griffin by the name of Kiowa, with a monsterous wing span. She has copper collored fur, and deep brown feathers. Her eyes are a pure green, flecked with gold. The other was no other than the dragon. The dragon, Dawnfire had an enormous red body with black leathery wings. Although his intimidating appearance of his overall power, sharp teeth and strong powerful claws, Dawnfire was nothing less than stunning. If one was to get over the first initial fear, they would see the beauty of the fire dragon.
Crymson walked over to the beloved beast and gently stroked his scaly, dry skin. She then secured two bags of the eggs in her travel packs. Kith did the same with the other two bags on his own steed. Kiowa was swquaking annoyingly loud, Crymson looked at Kith.
“Keep her quiet or we’ll attract unwanted attention.” She said sternly. Kith nodded and stroked Kiowa’s dark brown feathers and climbed unto her back. Crymson quickly followed his lead and within the next few seconds, Dawnfire had pushed off into the cloudy morning, flying off in the direction of London.

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Here is some more real fast, i just finished it.

They arrived in London not but two hours later. They had to land in some rural area about 20 minutes from their destination. They met the Order’s appointed caretakers there, and Dawnfire and Kiowa were rushed out of citizen site. Crymson and Kith had arrived in the city half an hour later, throuoghly exhausted; they were being ushered around by a surly escort. They went to a small motel a block away from the Order’s Headquarters. Their escort checked them in and helped them with their bags. Kith had not said a word since leaving Kiowa and he looked more tired by the minute.
“We’ll need to keep the warm eggs in a warm, place, and the cold eggs in a cool place.” Kith remarked suddenly. Crymson rolled her eyes, her tiredness taking advantage of her. She became quickly annoyed with him about pointing out the obvious.
“I’ll take the warm eggs.” She said sharply. She grabbed the key from their escort and shoved it into the key hole of her room. She dragged her bags in and then the 2 sacks of the ‘warm’ eggs. Crymson groaned, half-guilty of snapping at Kith. Crymson spent 10 minutes trying to get a warm envrionment for the eggs. When she succeeded, Crymson threw herself onto the plush looking bed and fell asleep.

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ohh, its so exciting! love the description of Dawnfire, hes such a cutie...and Crymson sounds awesome, better than i could describe her, and her personality amazes me! keep up the amazing work!

Oo thank you Darkie! It makes me happy that you like it! If you ever want to change something, let me know or if you want to add something, same thing!

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Thanks Haldir and Gil!
"You said: I know that this will hurt, but if I don't break your heart then things will just get worse..."

just make sure, that f you havent already, ask the Rpers if you can use their characters, because the only characters/species i came up with were Crymson, Dawnfire, Morley, and Herreronychus and their leader or w/e they are, and the one dude...cant remember his name...*smacks self* how smart am i? he led us to the tunnel...from Beijing, oh whats his name..

Sure! i am gonna do that righ' now!

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Thats great Amoniel! You need to write down some more! And I already said yes to you using my character...

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Thank you soo much all of you guys! I can't wait to finish it. I have about a page more written but i can't post it at the moment, there are some loose ends that need fixing! I will post it tonight though!

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great, i can't wait!!

WOW....that is so good...I wrote a story but it stinks

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ack, i had the worst case of writer's block and i just seemed to have a break through. Here is what i have so far that makes sense!

They were flying over a sea of endless grass. Dawnfire’s powerful wings kept them a safe distance from the ground. Crymson threw her arms open wide in a state of pure bliss. The wind in her hair, the howling of the air in her ears made the ride all more enjoyable. It was as if the dragon and the rider were one. The time passed and they flew onward. Dawnfire never seemed to tire. Only when they reached the rocky shores of an unrecognizable beach did the most dreadful thing happen.
There were first three pounding noises. Dawnfire flinched away, almost unseating his rider. Crymson looked around in search of the noise. More pounding followed, Dawnfire flipped in the air. This time the violent tremors of his powerful body unseated his rider, sending her to the unforgiving waters below.
Crymson shot up, her body drenched with cold sweat. She quickly realized that the pounding noise was someone knocking on her motel door. Still, Crymson could not forget the feeling of falling out the the air, knowing that her dragon was not there with her. Crymson quickly pushed herself off the bed and hurried over the the door. Crymson wrenched open the door and saw Kith, clothed in a black and white suit standing in her door frame.
“We are to meet the Order in and hour.” He said smiling.
“What time is it?” Crymson asked, yawning.
“A quarter past 7, I believe.”
Crymson sighed and thanked Kith for informing her of the meeting. Crymson shut the door and went to take a deserving cold shower.

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oooh, i like it, sounds great! Nice dream...*ponders characters* so far i think everything is great with Crymson and Dawnfire...

Thanks! I think i've said it before but it so great that you think it's good! Thank you so much, this has been really fun to write!

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