Okay, I need help once again. This is the right forum to post this in, right? If not, then move it please.
Anyway, this time I need help, not with the collaborative stories I'm working on, but with an original story I'm doing solo. It is a fantasy story, multiple chapters, and one thing I want to do atleast once in my story is a campfire chapter. My characters in this scene are:
Arthur: A bartender, Marcus' father and eventually becomes Magwons adoptive father. Also a swordsman, and eventually by the end of the story, a great king. Age is 39.
Marcus: Is Arthurs son. A mage (magic user) in training. Isn't very confident in his abilities, but wants to help out none the less. Age is 18.
Magwon: A young man who is a lowly street thief. Not very social, nor very talkative. He opens up by the end, getting the family he never had by the end. Age is 20-25.
Henry: Arthurs father, Marcus' grandfather. An expert mage, although he's a bit rusty at times. Is teaching Marcus everything he knows. Age is 50-60 something.
Angelwing: Called Angel for short. The only non human in the group, she is actually a shapeshifting dragon, who can transform willingly (for a long as she wants) into any type of animate object, most of the time that being a human woman. Her mother was a frost dragon, her father a european/fire dragon, so she can breathe both fire and ice. Age is unknown.
There is one more hero in this story, but she isn't in this scene.
In this scene, the group is setting up camp in the forest. Arthur learns that, while he's great at listening to stories, according to Angel he's not so great at telling them.
The team of five sat around in a circle in their campsite, trying to get the fire started for the night. Marcus was just itching to practice his magic more, so everyone stepped back to let him work.
Rubbing his hands with glee, Marcus took a deep breath, and closed his eyes to concentrate. In his young mind, he saw the wood and kindling outlined in a black and white aura, and focused on exactly what he wanted to do. He stretched his hand out, and felt his fingers heating up rapidly, the black and white aura now changing to bright orange as he unleashed a fire spell at the pit. Marcus smiled as he opened his eyes, and watched the fire crackle in front of him. He felt rather proud of himelf. Marcus sat down, and Henry patted his back.
"Good job, Marcus! You're going to be a fine mage someday. In time, you won't even have to close your eyes to unleash your magic, you can do it all on your own," Henry said with a smile.
Angel lowered her head and stared deeply at the fire. "Hmmm... I think it could use a bit more than that," she muttered as she let a jet of fire out of her mouth. The fire blazed hotter, and would have gone out of control if it wasn't for Henry calming it down. Arthur gave Angel an annoyed glare, "Hey! Next time, give us a warning before you do something like that!"
Angel just laid down on all fours like a dog and snorted at him. The dragon dug her claws into the dirt, getting a bit bored. She looked around at her companions, wondering what they were thinking. Henry and Marcus were trying to have a quiet conversation, probably about magic or something. Magwon was off in a corner, being his usual non-social self, sharpening his knife with a rock. Arthur was looking up at the stars, lost in his own thoughts.
That was one thing Angel just couldn't stand: silence. Even though she'd been alone in her cave on Lorelai Island, she still heard things like the crashing of ice cold waves along the shore, the calls and grunts of fat juicy seals nearby, the howling wind... sometimes, she really missed home.
She broke the silence and said, "Does anyone know of any good stories they'd like to tell? We can't just sit here and not say a word, can we?"
A smile appeared on Arthurs face. He moved closer to the fire, smiling bigger all the time."I know a good one. It's a legend from long ago, back when the first humans came to Corim 1000 years ago to find a new home. It's called..." he paused for dramatic affect, "The Legend of Elliot."
Angel smirked. She'd heard this tale before from her father, the only difference being that the dragons were always truthful in their stories, telling it exactly how it went no matter how gruesome or tragic it was. Humans, however, were always overblowing and exaggerating their tales to make them seem more "heroic" and making a big deal of the most trivial of details. Angel was barely able to hold back her laughter when Arthur began, as she thought of how he would exaggerate this admittedly impressive, but also simple story.
"Alright," Arthur said excitedly. "Picture this, my friends..."
That's all I got. Um, I AM allowed to post stories that have nothing at all to do with Pokemon on this forum, right? I would post the 'real' version of this "legend" but it's is first person, which might be really jarring.
What is "The Legend of Elliot" about, you ask? About a cowardly man name Elliot, who defended the humans who had just came to Corim (along with him) against a dragon whom they thought was going to eat them. Elliot does battle against the dragon, stabbing it in both eyes to blind it, in its weak spot on its belly (ala Smaug), and lastly in a final blow to its throat. With nothing more than his wits and a knife. The dragon collapses dead. Elliot collapses as well, wounded badly. He lies down on his back, looking up at the pretty blue sky, and waits for the end to come. His friend, Frank, is a doctor and isn't going to give up on him so easily. He looks around for something that might help, and a friendly voice tells him to pick a blue flower nearby and stuff in his mouth. It works, and the humans witness their first sight of Magic in Corim.