User:Bpreheim

intro
--Bpreheim 22:28, 17 May 2006 (UTC) I am a 15-year old boy from Lawrence KS and I'm very creative, I like to write, and that is mainly why I started this page. I also like reading: the inhertiance triolgy, harry potter, and others.

here's an excerpt from The Anulinadle Stone, give suggestions if you have any. especially academic challenger, if he(she) is out there

prologue
dont edit this part, put suggestions on the disscussion page and I'll cange it

Christmas day dawned bright and clear over the Anderson mansion. Only the cooks were awake as the sun peeked over the horizon. Actually correct that, a small form tiptoed down the stairs, holding to the edge so not to make them creak. As small children do on Christmas, little Marta Watson had gotten up early, unable to sleep because she was too exited about what lay in the living room.

Marta very carefully looked through the mountains of presents until she could find a present addressed to her. She was about to pry off the wrapping paper when she glanced at the stairs and saw a shadow from around the corner. A second later, her sister Gabrielle descended the stairs and saw Marta, her finger at the edge of the wrapping paper.

“Marta” whispered Gabrielle, it’s to early, get back to bed before you wake anyone up.”

“I couldn’t sleep,” said Marta

“Then get dressed or something, that is what I’ll do as soon as I get upstairs"

“Fine” Marta conceded, allowing her sister to lead her upstairs. She put on her white holiday dress, blue sash, shoes and the rest, even putting up her long black hair in a ponytail before lying in bed, gazing at the ceiling.

Marta sat gazing at the ceiling for hours, her thoughts on what she had just left. All the surprises that awaited her at the bottom of the tree. It was only at the standard waking hour of seven thirty did she go down.

Only Gabrielle and their cousin Cody were there, fully dressed and seated around the table. A robotic arm was cooking pancakes on the stove not far away.

“Good morning,” said Cody “sorry if you’ll have to wait a bit for the pancakes.

“That’s okay,” answered Marta “I’ll go open the presents I got from Santa"

“should we tell her?” said Cody, winking at Gabrielle as Marta walked toward the tree“let her have her fun, she’ll figure it out eventually.”

The family gradually stated to trickle downstairs, all of them sleepy and yawning. The whole counted fifteen, so the robotic cook was working overtime, and the syrup was finished, only to have its replacement finished by the end of breakfast. A single pancake doesn’t count as a serving so no one had third helpings, but everyone, even Marta, who was the smallest and careful not to spill on her white dress, took at least five cakes, old grandpa Max took ten.

At last, everyone came around the tree. The whole fifteen of them sat comfortably in the square of sofas that lined the area around the tree. Then the annual present presenting. It would be useless to tell you what everyone got, because it is indeed unnecessary to our tale. The only present that really mattered came at the very end. Marta had almost opened the heavy parcel earlier. When Peter (Gabrielle and Marta’s eldest brother) tore away the gaudy wrapping paper all three siblings laid their eyes on a beautiful, but quite large book, the gold leaf title read: Reign of Chaos.

“well then” said uncle max “why don’t you start reading. Aloud so you siblings can hear.

Peter beamed at his grandfather, and flipped a few page, past a table of contents, paused briefly at a large map before continuing.

“Long ago,” began Peter, “so long ago in fact, time itself had forgotten. before the world was born, there existed another world, a world of magic and intrigue. where one would turn a corner and encounter anything. The one country that sprawled across a good portion of the world was the realm of Eldaria, it blessed green fields were the merry dwelling places of a noble race of people. These Eldarins had lived in peace with magic and nature for over a thousand years; this is the tale of three of them, Children at the time…