In a place far away, known as the YidDillian land mass, an elf sat in a dark room overlooking the countryside. Since he was a typical elf, he was short with pointed ears and wings which, for the moment, were in the lazy position of being half-way pulled up to his back.
He sat slouching in his chair waiting for something to happen. Not a thing had roared, screeched, or howled for at least an hour. All he had to do was sit in his seat thinking about how boring it was. he was on guard duty for the Eastern border of the section of the YidDillian Peninsula known as Grasslandia.
All of a sudden, he heard a faint noise of voices from the border. He ran up to the window and saw something that made his jaw drop. Thousands of imps were pouring across the countryside. Some riding Drogins, others on foot.
He shakily scrawled a note to the general, informing him of the approaching imps, and strapped it to a messenger pterosaur.
As he watched the pterosaur flying over rooftops, he said two words under his breath, “Good luck.”
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The Landerdul family car rumbled through the freeway on the way to see their uncle Lance at his farm. Everyone was exited but Leroy. Leroy is a brown-haired, blue-eyed kid who hasn’t hit his growth spurt yet. He knows how to solve virtually any word problem you could think up.
But right now Leroy didn’t feel like solving word problems because he was too busy asking his parents why they had to go see Uncle Lance.
“It’s because he needs the company.” Said Leroy’s dad, Loid, for the tenth time, “Besides, it’ll do you good to get out of the house for once. You’ll see, next thing you know you’ll be having the time of your life milking cows or riding donkeys.”
Leroy was about to reply, saying that he didn’t think that milking cows would be that entertaining when his mom interjected.
“Why don’t you help the twins?” she interjected.
The twins were on the back seat fighting over a pair of socks that they had found in one of their suitcases that they both thought was theirs
“Mine!” said one
“No, its mine! We found it in my suitcase!” said the other.
Leroy grabbed it and saw it wasn’t theirs because it had his name on it. He simply put it in his suitcase and the twins quieted down.
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Iblin was sitting in his desk with his wings fully extended, as faeren often do, in order to show off their powerful wing strength, when a Dimorphodon flew in through a window and dropped a note on his desk. He read it and ran out the door to share the news of the attack.
He ran up to a door marked in a strange language that was similar to greek, and opened it to see elves, faeren, and humans sitting around waiting for some excitement.
“The east border is under attack by an army of imps, prepare for battle!” ordered Iblin.
“But the most violent thing they’ve ever done is pollute the air. They haven’t even reached their age of invention! they just copy our old ones.” said Vakua Dorn, a junior commander.
“Well, I think we may have an imposter in our ranks, because they have crossbows and swords” Replied Iblin.
Without another word, the YidDillians went out the door to defend their city.
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The Landerdul family car pulled up to Uncle Lance’s farm where they were greeted by him and his family. Uncle Lance had stopped halfway through milking a cow to say hello to them, so they quickly exchanged greetings and then went inside to find beds.
Leroy ended up with the smallest room, which consisted only of a bed, a light, and a closet door, which, strangely, was locked. He quickly put up posters of things he liked and lied down on the bed. All he really wanted was to be home. Even if he was stuck in a locked room with that strange kid with glasses. (Hey! I’m not that strange! And I’m the one writing the book!)(okay, he’s not that strange.) A short time later, Leroy heard someone calling his name from downstairs. He went downstairs and saw everyone sitting at the table waiting for him to sit down so they could eat. (Oh come on, it didn’t take me that long to get down the stairs!)(quit interrupting!) He sat down and they started eating.
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The clank of swords and the vibration of arrows could be heard from the next colony over. The imps had reached their projectile age after all. Their arrows had taken out at least twenty-five troopers already, and they hadn’t even been fighting for half an hour. The YidDillians had been driven back to their last command center.
Just then, Vakua had an idea. A brilliant idea, but there was a downside, it would only work with two or three elves, and they had over a hundred; also, it hadn’t been used in over a thousand years. But, he thought, if we could get away and somehow get the word out to the other colonies, we could make sure that this doesn’t happen to anyone else.
And with that, he gathered his best, and put his plan into action.
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After dinner he went to bed and after about ten minutes of sleep he heard a scuffle in his closet. He slowly sat up; imagining what could be in there. (Imps)(Quit ruining the surprises!) He turned the knob on the door and, surprisingly, it opened; revealing four, short, pointy-eared things that resembled skeletons in primitive togas.
One of them threw sparks at him and he almost immediately blacked out, but before he did, he heard three words, pronounced in a low evil voice that sent a chill down his spine:
“Get the humans”
(Why do you keep exaggerating, I didn’t get a chill down my spine!)(It helps the readers to better understand the situation.)