Monday, May 31, 2010

Ze 3rd Weekly-Annual IOTW!

Before I get this started, lemme just say I am dissapointed in something Ronan and Cody told me. I wonder how I'm getting the fact under control! I won't post it cause I've basically told everyone already, though.

Anyways, time for the next interview!

She's a Master,

She's a Theurgist,

Unlike the previous two, she's an UNOFFICIAL blogger (But that's okay!)

She keeps a Diary of a Life Wizard, 

Please welcome Donna Spellthorn from Diary of a Life Wizard! 

Now, time for the Interveiw!

Destiny Seagem: How long have you been playing Wizards?
Donna Spellthorn: I've been playing for almost over a year now, and the only reason I know is because I met Eggbert.

DSG: Who was your first Wizard Blogging friend? (Didn't have to meet ingame)
DST: Um, techincally it was Rachel Windtalon, but we knew each other before we blogged, or played. But the first person I arranged to meet was Kestrel and after that when I ported to her she was usually with a blogger.

DSG: How did you hear of Wizard101?
DST: For me it was the commercial on TV and it seemed fun because I like Harry Potter and all that Wizard schtuff.

DSG:  How long do you think it will take for you to become a grandmaster?
DST: Well, considering that I'm close to level 46, I'm hoping that it'll take a month, two at most.

DSG: What inspired you to blog?
DST: Going back to Rachel, she started blogging before me and it seemed like a lot of fun so I created Diary of a Theurge but I couldn't sent the link to Rachel so I created Diary of a Life Wizard.

DSG: Do you have hopes that you will become a fansite?
DST: Not really, I never wanted it to become a fansite, actually. Just a place for me to port about Donna, Christina, Scarlet (blah), Paige and Amber (Sniff, she was deleted temporarily but I had no choice!)

DSG: Who did you (Or still do) Look up to as a blogger?
DST: Wow, that's a hard one! Hmmm... I've got to go with Amber Unicornflower she's funny, creative and has a great blog.

DSG: What are you excieted for in Celestia?
DST: Considering that its underwater and if I wasn't so connected to Life I would probably be storm, so I'm just excieted for the whole concept, really.

DSG: What do you think of the new pets addition that has been released?
DST: Mostly, I like the fact that we can free our pets in our house. The whole piggle thing is great when they swarm you when you comes home.

DSG: What advice do you have for future bloggers?
DST: I just gotta say, no matter how bad it seems to get with the low amount of followers and all that, (As Alia would say) you gotta just keep holding on! It pays off, trust me!

Well there you have it! Donna Spellthorn from Diary of a Life Wizard!

Sunday, May 30, 2010

Stuff. Just plain stuff. (Ok, ok, I can't come up with a dang title, All right? You can't judge meh! Just try!!!)

Anyways, status reports on the books I posted on my last post.

Storm Warning:



Reading it.


On hold at the library.

Golden Spiral:

I guess we'll have to wait.

Ok, so there's this summer reading competition at my school. Basically, these are the rankings:

900 Pages: Bronze Medal
1200 Pages: Silver Medal
2000 Pages: Gold Medal

Two days into the summer and I'm close to bronze. Like, 100 pages close. All I have to do is finish Necromancer. XD

I know what you're thinking. I'm a bookworm. Yes, yes I am.

Ok, status report on TNM and Drakes:


Almost a fourth of a way through part 9. I'm anxious to see when parts 5, 6 and 7 will get posted on Creative Writing. I'm most likely not going to continue with my career on Central because so far, well, you know. Zip. I'll post part 8, Sophia's Shard soon. But there will be another preview of it at the end of the post.


Part 2, STILL in process. I've got parts 2, 3, 4 and 5 outlined, though. I know what parts 2 and 3 are called. I'm still debating on whether or not I do a title I have in mind for 4, because it could just give the whole plot away.

Okay, you know how I am a FANATIC of the 39 Clues and stuff? Well, after I finished the Storm Warning last night (Which btw took me from 7 pm to 10:30 pm of pure nonstop reading to go from cover to cover. Gotta say, its definately in the top three books of the series. And I was also correct about many of the things that was revealed.... hehe.) I realized just how much I've been absent from the hunt. I haven't bought a SINGLE CARD PACK SINCE LAST JUNE!!! And for a fanatic like me, that is just purely SCARY. I have bought NO CARDS FROM CARD PACKS 3, Rise of the Madrigals or PACK 4 Which just came out, Ultimate Card pack! And I don't know why I haven't bought it when it looks so AWESOME! I mean, just look at it! LOOK AT IT!!!!

LOOKIT! LOOKIT! LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOKKKIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIITTTTTTTT! SO AWESOME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

By now, you might think that I am crazy.

Well, When I haven't bought a card pack in almost a year, have not completed the two most recent online missions, and have only collected two thirds of the avalible clues, well, you do need to get back on track. Or, as I like to call it,

Back in the Saddle again!

Yes, I did get that from a cool rock song on Guitar Hero 3, Legends of Rock. And guess what? Knights of Cydonia is on it! But there's a problem with it: On easy mode it's too slow and EASY, but on medium I can't complete the dang solo! Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!

I guess I have been pshycotic in this post.

Da Seagem

(And congrats to Alia Lotuspetal/Strongflame! You know what Alia? I'm gonna keep calling ya by your maiden name, Lotuspetal. I'm too used to Lotuspetal. I mean, the Lotuspetal is out siggy kind of thing, you know. That, and she's among my best friends in wizards, so I'm sticking with Lotuspetal, all right?!?! Nothing you can do about it, I've made my mind! So neh!)

Thursday, May 27, 2010

Okay, I give you MY book recommendations... now its time for YOU to give YOURS

Before I start this post, let me just say this: More comments. We've been doing pretty good on comments, until the last few posts, which are getting 1 Max. Just remember, please comment. I put a lot of effort into this blog.
      Anyways, one of the things I do love about my school... if you don't owe fines, you get a refund! For what? How the heck am I supposed to know? But I'm not complaining- I got $15! The thing is, I'm trying to decide which book to get with it. So far, it's a dead tie between three books. I'm going to list them right here, and post a poll about it so you can decide.

First up: Wings by Aprilynne Pike 


Hmmm... Stephanie Meyer praised it. Isn't she one who wrote about the viking in the city of Spoons? No, wait, it was vampires in Forks. My bad, Sounds promising. Anyways, its about a girl called Laurel who seems to be an average girl with a not-so-cool destiny. But soon enough she grows wings and learns that she is a faerie, who has a job to protect the gateway of Avalon, and soon gets torn between her loyalties to the human world and the faerie world.
The author is also a local one, so I can get it signed easily. For more information about her book and her second book, click here. 

Next we have 39 Clues Book 9: Storm Warning by Linda Sue Park 

This is the 9th book to my favorite New York Times Bestselling Series. In this book, siblings Amy and Dan Cahill of the Madrigal branch sail down to the Caribbean in search of the next clue, possibly hidden by Anne Bonny, the most nosterious female pirate to ever sail the seas. The identity of the Man in Black is also revealed ( :D :D :D :D :D :D I CAN'T WAIT TO FIND OUT WHO IT IS ALTHOUGH I KINDA ALREADY KNOW... IS FISKE!!! XD) One problem though... Its by Linda Sue Park. I've read one of her books, a Single Shard. I loved A Single Shard, and don't get me wrong, she's a very good writer, why else would she win the Newberry Award? I just don't really think she's the type to be writing one of the books, you know what I mean?

One more thing before I move on: The title and cover for book 10 is revealed!

LOOK AT IT, LOOK AT IT! (Unless Death is a preferable option... Just kidding)

That looks AWESOME!!! And I think Margaret Peterson Haddix, in my opinion, is the PERFECT author for book 10, unless you consider Riordan or Rowling. Tolkien would be nice (If he comes back to life). I've read a LOT of Haddix books, she's awesome and I think she's going to make a great author for book 10. Her books are really fast paced and thrilling. (And why is 2011 anticipated? That's when the first 39 Clues Movie comes out! Is also by Steven Spilberg, which will be total awesomeness! Btw he's a Janus!) 
For even more information, you can go to the website or even better, my blog about it. (I haven't updated it in a long time... true, true)

Number 3: The Necromancer by Micheal Scott 

Warning: If you haven't read the series, know nothing about John Dee or Nicholas and Perenelle Flamel, then you will be hopelessly confused by the sypnosis.

And before the sypnosis, how many of you watch The Office? Well, this so happens to be written by an author called Michael Scott! (Only he's Irish...)

In this book, twins Josh and Sophie Newman continue their training in the elements, with Nicholas and Perenelle guiding them along the way. The Newmans go back home in San Fransisco. But the siblings are still tracked by Dr. John Dee and are confused about their future-and trusting Nicholas Flamel, for the matter.
Meanwhile, in Alcatraz, Dee clearly underestimated Perenelle. Nereus was no match for her powers. And Machiavelli has returned to free all the monsters within its bars.
Because he does not have the final two pages of the Codex, Dee has failed his Elder. But Dee has a plan to redeem himself. For his plan to work, he must summon the Mother of the Gods from the dead. But to do that, he'll have to train a Necromancer.
And what better students then the twins of legend...

This one in particular sounds suspensful, doesn't it? The first three books are the Alchemyst, The Magician and the Sorceress. For even more information about the Secrets of the Immortal Nicholas Flamel, click here.

Now, Last but definately not least, The Golden Spiral by Lisa Mangum 

This is the second book of the Hourglass Door trilogy. Abby knows that Dante is a master of time and will stop Zo, Tony and V. But things change when Abby discovers that Zo is trying to change her past. Then Abby realizes something terrible- either Dante didn't make it through the door is lost forever. Now she must construct a new door, it being the only hope possible to save him. And with every thing in her past changing, her relationship with Jason, Natalie and her family is falling to pieces. But in her trouble, she discovers a new and unexpected ally.
Lisa Mangum is also a local author- in fact, I have her first book, The Hourglass Door, signed and she came to my school this year. (Speaking of which, the last day is tomorrow! XD And we already has our yearbooks! Double XD!)

Well, I'll be posting a poherell now, so see ya!

Tuesday, May 25, 2010


Finally, after being VERY busy, I am able to do this! Over the past three days, these are the things that I has done:

Go to Esmee's (Which is a three-hour drive, UGH!)

Try to make it in Honors English for next year

Try to build my IRL blog back (I kinda drew away from Life of a Bookworm when I started posting on this blog. And btw don't even try to go there... I have to invite people.)

Go to my friend's house

Guitar Recital

Softball practice and game

READ READ AND READ (Oh yeah, today in English we totaled how many books we read over the year... one of my friends achieved 48, another one of my friends rose up to 88, but I got to 91!!!)

So, uh, yeah. Busy.

Annnnnnnnyways, time for


Now, this person Is....

This person is a grandmaster,

She's a Necromancer,

She's a featured Wizard101 Fansite,

And, she, which I find strange, she doesn't do homework at her house like we commonly do, she does it in a graveyard,

She's Autumn Duskhunter from HOMEWORK IN A GRAVEYARD!

Now, the interview!

Destiny Seagem:  What inspired you to build a site about Wizard101?

Autumn Duskhunter:  Friendly.  Pure and simple. Thomas Lionblood/Stingite/Friendly is, to me, the “Greatfather” of w101 blogging, and to him, I will be forever grateful. To me, Friendly is #1- always has been, always will be. I would dare say that the w101 blogosphere would not be the same. He's like the hub of the wheel. Sure, I like to play 'Robbie Rotten' to his 'Sporticus', but that just adds to the fun of it all. And that's what it's supposed to be about, right? F is for friends , that do things together....

DS: When I first came to the blogging world, I saw that you had quit. Why? What convinced you to make a comeback?

AD:  It was my own fault, really. “Burnout”. I played too much, too fast. Ever since I left WoW, I had envisioned myself on some sort of “MMO Pilgrimage”, transversing the web, looking for my “MMO Home”. Little did I know, that I was “walking over dollars, looking for dimes”. I had even tried blogging for another, unreleased game. I found it odd that I could suffer “burnout” from a game that wasn't even available, so I had to look internally at the problem, instead of “blaming the game”. There's an old saying “Absence makes the heart grow fonder”, and hands down, the w101 community has the best collection of players around.  It's the people that make the game.

DS: What are your expectations of Celestia?

AD:  I expect to get wet and sunburned. (ha, ha). Well from the clues we've all scoured, a “Roman Empire run by crabs” sees to be “on the menu”, but I'm still holding out for a “steampunk”/ neo-Victorian flavor. Like, the w101 version of 20,000 leagues under the Sea. (Jules Verne). I also believe there are plenty of surprises left that KI is not telling us about, yet. “Time is the revealer of all truths”

DS:  Who was your first Wizard101 blogging friend? (You didn't have to meet her/him in game)

AD:  Honestly, I can't even remember. Although I can tell you, the w101 blogosphere was a much smaller place, back then. 

DS:  How long have you been playing Wizard101?

AD:  Since mid-May of '09 (which brings me to the 'wizaversary' point. And “Homework” celebrates it's Anniversary on June 6th. Although, with my 8 month 'hiatus', I don't feel it is a true 'anniversary', so now it's just another day in BloggyWoodLand.

DS: You're a grandmaster, you're a featured Wizard101 fansite, but is there anything else you wish for?

AD: Yes. “TENURE FOR DWORGYN!”. (Sorry, couldn't resist it). Actually there's plenty of stuff, (usually filed under 'theorycrafting'), but KI is doing so well, that I almost feel bad to ask for more...almost.
Personal accolades are not what I'm about, really. I have not desire to be “#1”, at anything, but I do appreciate the efforts of all my fellow bloggers. I just love the w101 community, and want to see those bonds ever strengthened.

DS: What inspired you to write the apparently-famous Penny Dreadfull story?

AD:  Actually, “Penny” started out as a way to combat 'burnout', and fill blog space. However, once started, it sparked a creative fire that took on a life of it's own. Even after I “quit” the game, the story kept unfolding, in my head. I have been remiss in getting Chapter 2 going, and shall tend to it, soon enough.

DS: What do you like most about Wizard101?

AD: Community. The feel of “Family”, which is so lacking in many, many other MMO's. Sure, there will always be 'bad apples' that try to spoil it for everyone, but those types usually don't last long. 

DS:  What advice do you have for future bloggers?

AD: First, and foremost: do it for the love of it. Don't do it for “fame”. Otherwise, it'd be like collecting comic books, and never reading them. If you don't do it because you like doing it, you're not doing yourself any favors.

Second, “put some you in your blog”  We all scour the 'net , looking for something to write about. There's just so finite a number of things one can write in regards to w101. Take the Celestia posters, for instance...*everybody* has them posted, right? What makes the post on your blog stand out? The “you” factor.

DS: Anything you'd like to change about Wizard101?

AD: Yeah, I'd like a un-ruined portrait of Malistaire. Seriously, if you look at the “bigger picture”, the poor guy was a well-played puppet. What he did, he did for love. He's kind of like the Darth Vader of the Spiral.. and we all know how that turned out.

That being said, taking the 'long view', I think KI is 'on track', and the constant evolution of our little game is refining a gem that, although not the 'biggest', is certainly, (imo) The Best.

DS:  Thank you for your time.
AD: And thank you for this opportunity! Be well! 

That folks, is Autumn Duskhunter from Homework in a Graveyard!

(Also, why was I all of a sudden do stuff professionally? Cause I got blogger in draft! Woot, peoples!


Saturday, May 22, 2010

1) I NEVER thought this day would come! 2) Jessica is gonna KILL meh 3) IOTW Business and 4) Part 8 is SOOOO close to DONE!

1) Holy cow, me and Alia discovered EMPTY BAZAAR!!

I NEVER thought this day would come!

2) Uh oh, maybe I should, maybe I shouldn't post this. Um, lets just say this, Jessica:

And YES, Jessica, W does stand for Willowleaf! VERY sorry to say. (Yells to Rowan, "YOU GET TO THE RAVENWOOD BALL TO MEET JESSICA OR I PWN YOU AND I PWN YOU BAD!
No offense.")

3) I contacted a famous blogger for the second interview of the week, and I've got the interview ready to post on Monday! I hope you're all going YAY!


In addition...

I've already arranged the THIRD IOTW!!!

4) IT IS TRUE! I AM PRACTICALLY DONE! Guess what? Two characters that you haven't seen in a long time and have maybe forgotten about are going to make a comeback! No, not the Thunderslashes.


During the course or parts 8 and 9

You'll meet 11 NEW CHARACTERS!!!

(Gasps everywhere)

That's right folks, five newbees in 8, 6 in 9.


I'll reveal this. And this is sad.

In part 9...




Yup. Someone's gonna die in part 9. And another character dies later on, one you know very well.

And now, I want to post a preview. Here goes:

WARNING: It will not seem like TNM. Destiny is not in this preview. Someone else is.

"What is WRONG with you?" Noah yelled at his cousin, Antonio, when they arrived at the Krokotopian house. As Noah slammed the door, he ran after Antonio, who began running, too.
Antonio grinned wickedly as Noah chased the theurgist. To Noah, Antonio was a diabolical prankster, loving to tease and humiliate Noah with his pranks and his friends: Anthony Spiritwalker, Adam Soulcrafter and Jose Breeze. There had been too many fights between Noah and Antonio to name, both mentally and physically. Same with his pranks. Noah hated his cousin with all he had. He hated the fights and pranks Antonio set. Antonio made his life meserable. Barely a second could he get away from him, because he had to live with Antonio as well.
Noah grittted his teeth as he ran. Antonio might be three years older then him, but he was also quicker, despite his build. Noah gave his legs all he had, because Antonio had gone too far this time! One time Antonio had masterly forged a letter from the headmaster claiming it was dress-up-like-a-tree day. Noah, loving to participate in Ravenwood activities, had made a tree costume that had looked so real. The result for Noah were many gawks, stares and laughter. Worst of all, humiliation. Another time was when Noah had desperately needed a new robe. Antonio had given him a fake gift card for the Krokotopian robe shop. Noah had, again, fallen for it completely, presented it, and the result had been being suspended from the shop for a year. But his latest was out of control.
Noah finally caught up to Anotonio and yanked the collar of his green robe. Noah had a firm grip on Antonio, strong enough to make sure he wouldn't get away. Antonio's tan skin, long brown hair, and mischevous green eyes looked to Noah. Antonio put his hands in the air, then let them fall to his sides as he said, "All right, all right. You caught me. What now?"
"Why?!" Noah yelled. "Sure, the dress-up-day jokes were tolerateable, but framing me for thievery?! Do you even realize how long it took for me to convince them that I didn't do anything? Not even funny! I don't get why the stupid Book of Secrets placed you in Life!"
"But I see why the Book of Secrets placed you in Fire," Antonio mused. "Angry, hotheaded-"
"HOTHEADED?" Noah yelled. "I'm calm most of the time! I'm angry only because you set me off!"
"Which is pretty much-"
"SHUT UP, LIFESPEAR!" Noah snarled.
"Or what, Firewielder?" Antonio snarled back. "Gonna cry to mommy?"
That did it.
Noah screamed in fury and punched Antonio in the face. Hot with anger, Antonio clenched his hands into fists, and punched Noah back, but in the stomach. Noah didn't have air for a second and Antonio seized that oppritunity to kick him. Before Noah could react, Antonio teleported away.
Noah gritted his teeth as he recovered from the blows Antonio had served him. When would Antonio grow up? Noah teleported to him.
Antonio was laughing with his friends in Olde Town. Noah breathed heavly. Then he turned to Antonio's friends. "Why are you guys even with him?" Noah had the nerve to ask.
"We've been friends since who knows," Jose Breeze said, a master diviner in purple Mooshu clothes with purple eyes, pale skin and short brown hair.
"Antonio's cool," Anthony Spiritwalker added, a master pyromancer in red and white Mooshu robes and long red hair and yellow eyes.
"That, and we'd do basically anything or side with anyone if they paid us right," Adam Soulcrafter added, a grandmaster conjurer in yellow dragonspyre robes with long blonde hair and blue eyes.
"Even if it was wrong?" Noah asked. "Even if it would mean destruction?"
Adam shrugged. "Pretty much, if we were able to live."
Jose sighed. "I agree with Adam, mostly." He said. "I wouldn't do it if it meant the end of the spiral as we know it." Jose turned to Noah and snickered. "Like it would actually happen, though!"
Anthony joined Jose by tsk-tsking Noah. "Twelve-year-olds," He said. "When you actually grow up like us, you'll understand that if it benifits you, you do it. There's all that there is to it."
"Aw, don't make fun of him, Anthony," Antonio pretended to sympathize for Noah. "The poor kid's mommy and daddy died."
Anger set Noah off once more, and he swung a fist at Antonio, who in turn quickly ducked, with Noah's fist going by above his head. When anyone talked of his parents that way, Noah got really upset and it always resulted in a physical fight. He knew it was just Antonio trying to set him off, but he couldn't help it.
Antonio quickly rose up, grinning, and rammed his side into Noah, knocking him down into the ground. Antonio, Anthony, Jose and Adam all teleported away with a recovering Noah getting up and calling after them, "Who runs home NOW?"
Gritting his teeth and breathing hard, Noah looked all around him. For some reason, the sight that seemed to have stood out most was a girl in her early teens, either Noah's age or slightly older, with black hair wrapped into a ponytail and pale skin. She was wearing a black and red bandit cap, and another Marleybonian carnival dress the same colors. She held in her hand a sword with a black blade. It was apparent that she was a necromancer. Noah had a feeling that she had witnessed everything. The girl turned around and ran away.
Little did Noah know, she would grow to become a worse enemy then Antonio.


Friday, May 21, 2010

Okay, let me get this straight, once and for all

Imagine a presenter is preparing a presentation. She works her butt off, completely drained out afterwards. The next day is presentation day. But what does she get in turn? Every person she is presenting to decides to talk over her and doesn't listen, not caring in the slightest of how hard she worked. Out of the 1000 she's presenting to, 3 people pay attention.
Now, this is reality: I am the presenter. The 3 people are Cody, Jessica (partner), and Alia. The presentation is the stories I have written. Thanks Cody, Jessica and Alia for taking the time to actually read them.
As for the rest of you, lets talk.
The Necromancer's Matter, The Drakes, and the comic I work my butt off! I am sooooo not kidding! Lets see how hard I worked on these, shall we?

The Necromancer's Matter, Part 1: Orientation, worked on it for 3 days, but I was typing NONSTOP
Ending result: 8 COMMENTS!! I loved that!

The Necromancer's Matter, part 2: The Duel

Result: 4 or 5 comments. That was good.

The Necromancer's Matter, Part 3: Sands of Balance. Took 2 weeks to handwrite it, another 2 weeks to type it.

Ending result, 1 comment. Uh-oh.

The Necromancer's Matter, Part 4, The Legend Reborn. Took me a month to handwrite it. Another month typing it.

Result: 1 Comment. That's when things were starting to get scary.
The Necromancer's Matter, Part 5: Bones of the Enemy. Took a week, typing nonstop.

Result: 1 Comment

The Necromancer's Matter, Part 6: Valley of Peace. 1 week, typing nonstop.

Result: 2 Comments, NOT concerning the story. So, technically, Zip.

The Necromancer's Matter, part 7, Blade of Seven. A week.

Result: Zip.

The Drakes: Part 1, A Matter of Life and Death. A week.

Result: Zip.

The Drakes comic: An hour a page each.

Result: ZIP!

Now, To support TNM, I post and advertise it in a lot of places. Cause its on Creative Writing, on Central, and advertised it on the Message Boards, and, apparently, so did Alia! Now, here are the results of that:

Creative Writing Result: Well, I can't tell how many views I get!

Central Result: Zip.

My Advertisment on Message Boards: Zip.

Alia's Advertisement: 1 reply, and that is "I keep forgetting to read it!"

So, please people, please, take the time to read it! I am growing so frustsrated! What is it going to take? Me being a featured author? Bribery? REALLY?

Please read it, I am litterally BEGGING you!!!

Wednesday, May 19, 2010

The Drakes, Part 1, A Matter of Life and Death COMIC!!!

I decided that TNM wasn't getting enough attention, so I decided to reduce one of my stories, the Drakes, to comic form, since I know that's easy to read. If wizards read that and like it, I'm hoping they take it to the Necromancer's Matter.

Click to enlarge them:

I'll create more soon, but for now, if you want to know who the visitor is and who their parents are, I've got Part 1, (Not in Comic form) AND a preview of part 2 down:

The Drakes: Part 1, A Matter of Life and Death


My name: Caleb.
My last name: Drake.
Or, at least I think it is.
My Sister: Amy
My Mom and Dad:
I have no idea.
Well, I guess I do have an idea. My twin sister Amy and I have been placed an the chicago orphanage since we were little. Very little. Our mom died when we were little, the caretakers say. As for our father, they have no idea whether he is dead or alive. He abandoned us when we were little then suddenly fell off of the face of the planet, it seems like that.
Our dad didn't just TAKE us here, though. The caretakers claim that they were just tending to the toddlers when all of a sudden, while their backs were turned, two more infants just, appeared. Those two infants were Amy and I.
I think I remember a thing or two about my dad. He had black hair, maybe a goatee. I don't know anything about my mom though. We don't know their names. There was just a note saying who we were, what the situation was, and our names, our ages.
Amy has always been mourning her mom and dad. She's been that way. When we get the newspaper, when she gets to the obituary section, she just bursts in tears. I don't know why. We never even knew those people. So why should we mourn them? I guess I'm the twin who just is a little more serious. I read the obituarys, too. They're entertaining, and some are indeed tragic, but I never really care. Maybe Amy is just a crybaby. Don't tell her I said that! Or, she'll, as told, burst into tears. Man, she's so emotional!
As for me, I guess I'm better at taking things, better at hiding my emotions. Maybe its because I'm a more solitary person. I'm the more knowledgeable type. I read a lot. Its a very good way to escape from the troubles of life. It inspires me to write, too. Stuff like this.
And as for this, it really happened, you know. But I want you to think its fiction.
Well, as for the story, I guess I'd better get on with it.

I could start from anything in my life, but I prefer to start on Amy and I's twelfth birthday.
I was downright asleep in my bed, just snoring like a train, as Amy claims. She was the one who woke me up with that big nasty horn of hers! I'm the more ruthless one, but she can be really nasty when she needs to. As I was saying:
Amy blew the horn, not only waking me, but about every other kid in the room, with a big smile on her face. "HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU! HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU! HAPPY BIRTHDAY DEAR CALEB! HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU!!!" She sang in her high-pitched voice.
I groaned. "If its my birthday, my birthday wish is to get more sleep!" I said, closing my eyes and pulling the blanket over my face.
But no, Amy yanked the blanket off and blew the horn again, which was really starting to get on my nerves. That horn was forcing me to look at her light skin, red hair and blue eyes. "Wake up, sleepyhead!" She said. She took my hand and yanked me off the bed. "Come on, I have a surprise!" She didn't even give me a chance to change.
Like I said, she can be nasty.
Still gripping my hand, she yanked me down the staircase and out the door, with a caretaker shouting after us. Amy ignored her and continued to drag me, even when in the city. She continued to do so until we reached an IHOP restraunt, where apparently, our friend who was also an orphan, Jonathan, was patiently sitting at a table, with his tan skin and blonde hair and green eyes. Man, he was a sight.
Amy let go of her firm grip and we sat down. I waved to Jonathan, then hissed to Amy, "How are we going to even pay for this?"
Amy shrugged. "Relax, Jonathan, me and you are all paying for it."
"What do you mean, I am too?"
Amy began to look nervous.
"What did you do?" I yelled, grabbing her shoulders. As always, she began to look frightened. Seriously, girls are so emotional!
"Relax, Caleb," Jonathan soothed. "We kinda smashed your piggy bank and took about ten bucks."
So that explained the black remains I found scattered on the floor a few days ago.
I found Jonathan's voice speaking to me again. "Just relax and order," That's when I found the menus on the table. My hands left Amy's shoulders and to the menu to search for pancakes. I was pretty hungry.
"Oooh," Amy said. "There's this huge chocolate one! I'm getting that!"
Ladies and gentleman, Amy, the chocolate lover. Very carnivorous when chocolate is on the line. And when I say carnivorous, I mean carnivorous.
"I prefer the blueberry ones. I think there's hot chocolate, too. I heard the hot chocolate is good."
"Chocolate?" Amy said, looking from the menu to me. I sighed.
"I think I'll just get some eggs," Jonathan said.
Pretty soon a waiter came to us and we ordered. We waited in silence, because I could tell from the look on her face that Amy was plotting. I had to figure it out before she went nuts.
The waiter came back with the hot chocolate. Amy had something to say, but before she could, he left. We drank in silence again, savoring the taste and thinking of all the poor saps in the orphanage who had to eat oatmeal. Oatmeal was good for the first few days, but then you just get sick of it. You know what I mean?
Ten minutes later the waiter came back with our orders. This time, Amy spoke up. "Wait," She said, then pointed to me. "It's his birthday today!"
I groaned. She was killing me! But if I was going down, I was taking her with me! "Not to mention its hers, too," I said, hoping for payback.
But it backfired. Competely backfired. Instead of nervousness, her face only got brighter. "What he said!" Amy replied joyfully.
"Well, congrats to the both of you," The waiter said as he passed out the pancakes and eggs. I pushed up my black circle glasses to the top of my nose, complementing my blue eyes and dark hair, unlike Amy.
We continued to eat in silence once again. Finally I had the nerve to say, "Did you guys get any presents?"
Jonathan chuckled. "This is what we could afford," He replied. Jonathan looked thoughtful for a moment, then added, "I also have someone I want you to meet. He won't be here for much longer, so hurry up. I think you'll like him. He has a present."
I gasped. Could it be...
"Done!" Amy announced. Jonathan was done as well. I hurried up and finished, and before long we had payed and Jonathan was leading us out the door to meet this mystery dude. I had my hopes up for one person in particular. I knew he most likely wouldn't be there, but wouldn't it be so cool?
Finally Jonathan halted to a little grove of trees. He looked around, then waved to someone I couldn't see. "You can come out now!" He called. "They're here!"
No one came in response. Instead, a snow white owl perked up, seemed to study Jonathan, Amy and I, then fluttered down and perched on Jonathan's shoulder. "Is that your pet owl?" Amy asked.
I was shaking my head. Something had to be wrong. "Owls are nocturnal creatures," I said out loud. "It means they come out at night and sleep in the day. So why isn't this one?" I gestured to the owl.
Jonathan ignored me. "Guys," He said. "I'd like you to meet Gamma."
"And... where's this Gamma?" Amy asked. She didn't understand, like me.
"I am,"
Either I was hallucinating, or the owl had spoken. "Did... did you, just... speak?" Amy asked, stunned as I was.
The owl nodded. This was getting really weird.
But what we didn't know was that things were about to get even weirder.
Suddenly I heard the sound of what seemed wings flapping, getting closer and closer by the second. At the same time I noticed a red speck in the sky. What was that?
Apparently Jonathan noticed it too. He squinted his eyes and then a panicked expression arose on his face: I had never seen him this panicked before. "GET DOWN!" He yelled as the red speck got closer and closer to reveal a...
"What's going on?" I yelled, the flapping was very near, it was beginning to frighten me, too.
"Its... its..." Jonathan stammered.
Gamma yelled something but it was blocked by the dragon suddenly swooping down and knocking Jonathan to the ground. "Jonathan!" Amy screamed. Her scream gave away her presence, and the dragon (Okay, did I just see a green tux?!?!) snarled and came to her. The dragon-human-thing snarled again and slashed through Amy's leg with a talon. She hollored in pain.
"Amy!" I cried. I needed to defeat this thing, I searched for a weapon, the best I could come up with was a thick stick to bash with. "Don't you dare hurt her!" I yelled as I charged the dragon. Then, a miraculous thing happened.
Just as the dragon was about to slash through Amy again, its eyes changed from anger to love and loss. Was Amy's aura of fear working, or what? But I didn't care. I continued to charge, and the dragon turned around, prepared for battle. Then, as it had done with Amy, it lowered its eyes and whimpered like a puppy. Its eyes went back and forth from Amy to me, as if we were two very special beings.
The dragon turned its head to Jonathan and growled before it soared into the air once more. It turned its head back towards Amy and I, then continued to soar as if nothing had happened.
Jonathan rushed to Amy, who was trying to take the pain bravely, but didn't manage to succeed. This Gamma/Owl thing flew over towards her. Jonathan picked her up then handed her too me. Amy now seemed to be unconsious.
"That," Jonathan said. "Was a thing called a draconian. Nasty creatures."
"Kinda sounds like our last name," I pointed out.
"What would that be?" The owl said with interest.
"Um, Drake, sir."
The owl looked stunned, and shook his head gravely. "Oh no," He muttered.
Jonathan turned to me. "The draconian slashed through her leg," He said. "So therefore poison is flowing in her veins. If she isn't treated, she'll die. I happen to know good medics, though. Here's what you need to do: First find West Chicago Middle School. Find the girls's gym locker room. Find locker 259, and in the lock punch in these numbers, 45-36-10. Rush into the locker and once you come across another door, insert this key in the lock and we'll take it from there." He handed me a gold key. "Now go! There isn't much time!"
I nodded and ran as fast as I could to the middle school. It wasn't easy though, carrying ninty pounds. But my sister's life was at stake and I ran as fast as I could, faster then I had in my life. Because of this, in a few minutes I was able to reach the school.
It took me a while to find the gymnasiums. I was desperate, checking every corner. Jonathan had said that if I found the gym and entered a locker, I would be able to cure Amy. And I had known Jonathan for all my life, practically, so just imagine the amount of trust I was laying on him.
I pulled at the locker room door. Locked! Good thing, because this wasn't a problem. Jonathan had taught me to pick locks long ago. I found a hair clip in Amy's hair and I used that to pick the lock and barge in. I quickly switched on the lights and raced for locker 259. Then I found this huge locker that, sure enough, said 259 on a brass plate on the top. I grabbed the lock, which seemed to be very old and rusty, and I wondered if anyone had used this locker in a while. But that didn't matter. I quickly entered the code and the locker swung open. I entered, and saw a gray room before me. I also saw a brass door in what seemed to be the center of the room. I sure hoped this was the door Jonathan had talked about. I ran over and inserted the key in, twisted it, and the door swung open. I entered.
After that I entered a room with such magnificent beauty. It was shaped like a dome, with brown earthy walls and vines covering the rest. I then found another door and rushed over to it. I then saw what surprisingly seemed like civilization, and unlike civilization, also. There was people between the ages of ten and eighteen swarming all around these streets. They wore different clothes from what I've seen, and what would be considered outlandish. Their hair also seemed exotic, some were purple, some were blue and pink, and some regular colors like black and red, like Amy and I. How on earth though, could I find Jonathan.
I didn't find Jonathan. But I did find that strange owl. This time, he was wearing glasses like me, a graduate's hat, and some robes with a huge tree on it. This was just getting weirder by the moment. "Follow me," Gamma said. He fluttered above the heads of these kids and into this arch that lead to another section of the city. He then approached this tower/house and went inside. I followed him, having no other choice.
Gamma arrived to another person in the room. He was tall, had a flowing white beard, one eye blue and another one covered by this sphere-thing. The old man was wearing merlin robes.
"Gamma, there you are!" The man said. "Where have you been?"
"Sir," The owl said. "We've found two more, and one of them is in critical condition." The old man then noticed Amy and I. "What happened to the girl?" He asked.
"Her leg was slashed by a draconian," Gamma reported. "She's unconsious, and the venom is flowing through her. We need a medic now!"
"Oh my," The man said. "This is grave indeed. Quickly, fetch some sprites and theurgists, I bet the could handle this."
Gamma saluted and rushed out.
The old man turned to me. "Forgive me," He said. "Your sister is in a dangerous state, so I forgot to introduce myself. I am headmaster Merle Ambrose."
How could he be so calm in a time like this? But instead I said, "Headmaster of what?"
Merle was about to say before Gamma marched in with an army of fairies and kids dressed in green. They rushed over to Amy and carried her away. When they left, I turned to Merle. "How do I know that they won't mess things up?" I asked.
"Relax," Merle said. "These are trained professionals. Life is their school of magic."
"That's right," Merle said with a grin. "Welcome to the Ravenwood School of Magical Arts, where students learn how to become professional wizards."
"And what does this have to do with Amy and I?" I asked.
"You have potentual for learning to use this magic," He said. "You wil be trained to use one of the seven schools of magic. Now tell me, what is your name?"
"I'm Caleb, and my sister those fairies and kids just carried out is my twin, Amy."
"Nice to meet you, Caleb," Merle said, offering a hand. I took it. That's when someone went in the room, someone I was heavly releaved to see.
"Jonathan!" I said, rushing to him. "How's Amy? Is she doing all right?"
Jonathan nodded. "Don't worry. Just give her an hour or two and she'll be just fine. But if you had arrived even a minute later, I would be saying otherwise."
Then I noticed he was wearing those weird robes, most of it yellow and some blue. "Are you, are you one of these... these... wizards?"
Jonathan nodded. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you. I was assigned to watch over you. Because, well, as Headmaster should have said, you had potintual."
"Here," The Headmaster inturupted. "I need to tell you about the seven schools of magic. One of these seven schools you will be placed in. You cannot choose. It is determined by your personality."
The Headmaster walked over to his bookshelf and flipped to a page. "The first school of magic in the cycle: Storm. These wizards learn how to use lightning-related spells. They are refered to as diviners and can often be seen in purple and yellow robes. The second school in the cycle: Ice. Thautamerges learn how to use spells with water and ice related subjects. You'll normally see Ice students in blue and white robes. The third school: Fire. These students learn how to use the element of fire in their spells. Pyromancers are often seen in red and yellow.
"The fourth school in the cycle," Merle said, and I could tell he was getting nervous. "Death. The students of the death school learn how to summon the undead and use their spells to an advantage to heal. Necromancers are seen in black and red. The fifth school in the cycle: Myth. Myth wizards learn to summon magical and mythical creatures. Conjurors are seen in yellow and blue."
I turned to Jonathan. He nodded. "I'm a conjuror," He replied. "In fact, my dad is the teacher."
Merle proceeded. "The sixth school: Life. Life wizards are like those who just went to heal your sister. Theurgists learn to use the forces of nature, some of their spells to attack, and the other half to heal themselves, thereby making themselves difficult to defeat. And the last school: Balance. Balance wizards learn to use the subject of sand to their advantage. Sorcerers are seen in tan robes." He shut the book. "Now you must consult the book of secrets, and find out which school you are placed in. Later, your sister will do this, too. You don't have to say anything. Just think of the stuff you like to do, the memories you have, and let your mind flow to the book." He gestured to a pedistool with a book nesting on it.
I knelt in front of the book and rummaged through the memories of my life. I remembered getting my glasses, the way I stood to the draconian, how I preferred to be solitary, how I didn't care about the obituaries, but it was mostly about my dad, what I remembered from him, his longs black hair, his possible goatee, when I heard, "Stop,"
I opened my eyes. Merle looked at me in a concerned state. "Your school is determined," He said. "You have been placed in death."
I guess that explains why I was solitary.
Gamma burst in again. "Sir, sir!" He said. "I forgot about something urgent! His... their... last name!"
Merle looked at me. "What might that be?" He asked.
"Drake," I replied.
Merle closed his eyes, then opened them in shock. "Oh my," He said. "This is troubling indeed!"
"What's troubling?" I asked.
"Caleb," Jonathan said. "This has to do with your father."
I was shocked, and eager at the same time. "My dad?" I asked. "Is he alive?"
Merle nodded. "He is indeed alive and well."
I was smiling for the first time in the day. "Where is he?" I inquired. "Who is he? What's his name? Did he have anything to do with these... wizards? Can I see him?"
Merle nodded, then shook his head. "He has a great deal to do with the wizarding world," He said. "Unfortunately, you cannot see him, and it is forbidden for me to tell you his name, and I have no idea where he is."
Tears struck my eyes. "So... I'm just going to be abandoned? AGAIN? Even when I'm in this paradise, I'm still parentless?"
"It's not like that," Merle began.
"It's EXACTLY like that!" I screamed. "How can you? HOW? I just found out my parent is ALIVE and I can't SEE him? Not even know his NAME?" I ran out of the office and ran into a corner, bursting into tears.
A few minutes later Jonathan found me. "Hey, its okay," He tried to sooth. "Look on the bright side, you'll start you're studies soon, Amy is almost done recovering, and you and Amy can live with me and my parents. I'm an only child, so it'll be pleasant to have you two over."
I wiped my tears with my sleeve. I took off my glasses and as I wiped them I looked Jonathan in the eye and said, "Thank you so much."
"Here," Jonathan gave me a hand. "I want to show you someplace where wizards go in their free time,"
He led me through what he called 'The Commons' and led me into another part of the town. He lead me through gigantic doors with a sign above it: Arena.
"This," Jonathan said as he showed me around. "Is where wizards go, once they are expierenced, they try their hand out a dueling. The best of the best win and recive arena tickets to recieve fabulous prizes." Jonathan and I heard cheering and a rumble, then an announcer's voice called, "Ladies and gentleman, welcome to a duel!" There were many cheers from specktators. Jonathan nudged towards the enterance. "Come on, I think they're starting one." He led me towards the arena, where a crowd took up all the benches, so Jonathan and I had to stand to watch.
"One of our contestants, a grandmaster diviner, she is considered one of the champions of dueling, please welcome, Allison Unicorntail!"
A loud cheer arose as a tall tan girl with long brown hair and green eyes stood forward in purple and green robes. She took a staff out as she prepared to fight.
"And now, we have our challenger, she's the all time champion for over two years, a grandmaster in the school of fire, she has never lost a single duel, she's beautiful, she's dangerous, please welcome, the champion, Scarlett Rubypyre!"
And the crowd went NUTS as a short girl with short red hair and innocent blue eyes appeared on the battlefield, wearing a pink dress. She had no staff as the other girl-Allison- did.
"And now," The announcer said as Allison gripped her staff and Scarlett prepared for battle. "Let the duel BEGIN!"
Immediately Scarlett made a purple shield with a cloud and lightning appear, her gripping it, at the same time Allison casted a spell with a huge dinosaur crushing a city. Quickly Scarlett turned the shield horizantally and flung the shield, which slit the dinosaur's neck. In the same second, the student of fire casted a spell that summoned a dragon, which breathed fire at Allison. In that same split second, she summoned another beast I recongnized; a minotaur. The minotaur swung its ax furiously at Allison, who attempted feebly to use the same defensive tecnique Scarlett had used, to summon a shield and throw it. Instincivly, Allison threw the shield, but it missed by around ten feet, almost ramming into the crowd. As Scarlett's eyes followed it for a second, Allison summoned another creature, one that looked a heck of a lot like Zeus from the Hercules movie back on earth. Scarlett gritted her teeth and awakened a phoenix, which headed to Allison and knocked her down to the ground. The minotaur and god faded as the announcer announced, "We have our winner, Scarlett Rubypyre!" The crowd broke in a cheer as Allison got up and offered Scarlett a hand. Instead Scarlett nodded curtly and walked out.
I nudged Jonathan. "Maybe I could duel her?" I asked. Jonathan laughed. "Really?" He asked. "Dude, that girl could squash you like a bug! She's at the top of Ravenwood while you haven't learned your first spell!"
"Thanks for the encouragement," I muttered.
"I didn't mean it like that-"
"It's okay, really. But I would like to sometime."

Amy rised out of her unconsious state and awoke, with Merle sending for her to see what school she was placed in. Jonathan then took us to his house, and our training would begin the following day.
"What is your school?" I asked Amy.
"I'm a theurgist!" She said exietedly.
"So you're in..." I asked.
"She's in Life," Jonathan said.
I was stunned. She was my sister and she was in the opposite school as me? Now I wasn't sure what to say to her as she persisted, "What's yours?"
I hesitated. Should I answer?
But I didn't have to. Jonathan did for me. "Death," He replied.
Amy stared at me. Then she said, "Cool," She had taken it better then I had.
Jonathan's house was what he called a royal playhouse. It had a decent amount of rooms; enough space for me and Amy to finally have our own rooms since never.
Jonathan took us to a tall, bald man. "Caleb, Amy, meet my dad and teacher, Cyrus Drake. Dad, meet Caleb and Amy."
Cyrus stared at us, then shrugged. But I noticed how he said the last name was 'Drake'.
Apparently Amy noticed it too. "Drake?" She asked. "Your last name is Drake too?"
Jonathan Drake nodded. "Cool!" Amy cheered. "We have the same last names!"
"Not just that," Jonathan said. "We're cousins."
"Wait," I said. "So, your dad is our dad's BROTHER?"
Jonathan nodded.
I looked around, then led Amy and Jonathan to my room. They settled in as I confronted, "All right, Jonathan. The truth. Who is our dad?"
Jonathan sighed. "Fine. Let me begin."
Jonathan told us everything. When he finished, Amy and I were just shocked about our father.
I'd like to write about it, but its something Amy wants to share.


Hi! I'm Amy! Amy Drake. That's my last name, and Caleb and I never thought it would someday be so important. But still, wanna know something sad? We're orphans. Th only family I had was my twin Caleb and a friend of ours called Jonathan. Our parents? Well, before this incident, we knew little of our parents. Our mom died, and our dad abandoned us. Honestly, I don't remember my dad at all. But I can vaguely picture my mom. She had short red hair, green eyes, I think. And lucky me, I inhereted her traits! But not Caleb. He has black hair and brown eyes so brown they're almost black. I'd assumed he got that from our dad.
But, as people say, on with it! I'll begin where Caleb began (He's writing a narritive about this, so he's making me write one, too!), with our twelfth birthday.
I crept out of bed to where Caleb was sleeping, with a horn in my hands no need to get Jonathan, he was already up. I pushed the button and woke up Caleb. "It's our birthday!" I yelled, followed by a happy birthday song. Caleb muttered something about birthdays and sleep as he pulled the blankets back up. I yanked the blankets off and dragged him out, leaving him barely enough time to get his circle glasses. He was stuffing them on as we ran out of the orphanage and to the nearest IHOP I could find to meet Jonathan there.
We entered IHOP, where Jonathan was waiting, sitting at a table and I let go of Caleb. "Who's even going to pay for this?" He hissed to us.
I shrugged. "Relax. Jonathan, you and me are all paying for it."
I shouldn't have said that. Why? I found out when Caleb asked, "What do you mean, I am paying for it."
I began to become nervous. Caleb spotted it and gripped my shoulders. "What did you do?!" He yelled, shaking me. I could tell I was expressing fear in my eyes. Why did Caleb have to do this? Did he have a heart at all?
Jonathan saved me. "Relax, Caleb," He said. "We kinda smashed your piggy bank." As Jonathan said this, Caleb let go. Whew. "Just relax and order," Jonathan said again to Caleb.
I looked through the menu, and found chocolate flavored pancakes. "Oooh," I said. "Chocolate pancakes!"
For those of you who haven't read Caleb's thingy, I am a BIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIG fan of CHOCOLATE! Sweet, sweet, chocolatey goodness! As I was lost in my thoughts, I heard the word chocolate. "Chocolate?" I inquired. Caleb sighed.
Then I heard Jonathan say, "I'll get some eggs."
A waiter came to pick up our orders. We ordered the hot chocolate and pancakes. We waited in silence as I formed a plot in my mind. I wanted Caleb to enjoy his birthday as much as possible. As the waiter came by, he passed out the hot chocolate, but before I could say anything, he left. I would have to do it when he came around next time.
The waiter came again and before he could leave, I pointed to Caleb. "Its his birthday today!" I said.
Caleb groaned. Then he said, "It's hers too."
I was really happy now. Thank you, Caleb! "What he said!" I said cheerfully.
"Well, congrats to both of you," The waiter said as he passed out the pancakes and eggs.
As we were eating, Caleb asked, "Did you get any presents?"
Jonathan chuckled. "No," He said. "But I have someone I want you guys to meet. He has a present."
Hearing this, I finished up quickly and cried, "Done!"
After that, after he payed, Jonathan took us to see that person who had a surprise for us, so just imagine my exietment! He led us to a tree where a white owl perched. Caleb looked suspisous. "Owls are supposed to be nocturnal," He said. "That means they are awake at night and sleep in the day. So why isn't this one?" Caleb geustured to the owl.
Jonathan inturrupted and said, "Guys, I'd like you to meet Gamma."
"And... where's this Gamma?" I asked. Jonathan was confusing me!
"I am," Came a voice. I looked around. And, was it just me, or was that owl TALKING? "Did... you... just... speak?" I stammered.
The owl seemed to nod. I am an imaginaitive person, but wasn't this supposed to happen in Harry Potter stuff? Harry Potter stuff only?
Caleb moved his eyes to the sky. I followed him, and looked at a red speck. I heard the sound of heavy wings flapping, too.
Jonathan was then in a panic. "GET DOWN!" He cried as the speck turned out to be a dragon and knocked Jonathan to the ground. What was the dragon doing? Jonathan was my friend, and I wasn't about to let him get hurt! "Jonathan!" I screamed. The dragon's head towards me, and I was just as panicked as Jonathan.
Things were about to get even worse.
The dragon snarled and charged towards me. I tried to dodge it and get to Jonathan, but the dragon wasn't stupid. Next thing I knew, the dragon knocked me down and a claw of his slashed into my right calf. My leg was searing with pain: like a fire rushing through my legs. I screamed as the pain seemed to flow from my leg to my whole body.
Things were hazy after that. I remember Caleb screaming my name and heaving a stick. And weirdly,
I saw compassion in the dragon's eyes.
I blacked out.

I woke up in an area I had never seen before. I saw a fairy in an orange dress in front of me. At first, I wondered if I was stuck in my imagination, but I figured if a dragon injured me and met a talking owl in the same day, then I could be seeing a fairy.
"Relax," The fairy said in a high pitched voice. "The draconian venom was spreading quickly, so you are a very lucky girl?"
"Draconian?" I asked.
"The thing that attacked you," The sprite explained. She turned around. "Oh, someone's here to see you!" She fluttered away.
It was Jonathan. "Hi Jon," I greeted.
Jon smiled. "Hey," He said. He looked around. "I bet you're wondering about all this."
I nodded.
He explained everything to me. He got me up and took me to the book of secrets. As Merle instructed me, I let my thoughts flow. I remembered my imagination, the way I was bright, and most of all, my mother. Merle told me to stop and announced I was in life.
Jon took me and Caleb to his house afterwards.
"What's your school?" Caleb asked me.
"I'm a theurgist!" I exclaimed excitedly.
Caleb was confused. "So you're in..."
"She's in Life," Jonathan finished.
"What's yours?" I asked Caleb.
Caleb hesitated. Things were looking bad.
Jonathan answered instead of Caleb. "Death,"
Really? In the opposite school as me? I put up a fake smile and said, "Cool,"
Jonathan introduced us to his dad, Cyrus Drake, which bothered me because we had the same last name. "Drake?" I asked. "Your last name is Drake too?"
Jonathan nodded as he then explained we were cousins when Caleb took us into his room and demanded an explanation. Jon agreed and began.
"You're father's name was Malistare Drake," He said. "Your mother was called Sylvia. Sylvia was the former life professer, and Malistare was the former Death professor. Sylvia died of a disease, shortly after she bore you guys. Malistare was in greef for a year or two, then he just threw an outburst. He drove fear into the hearts of all wizards and tore out the death school from the cycle. Merle didn't want you to know about him, that's why he couldn't tell Caleb."
I sighed. Was this my father? An evil man?
But I shook it off. It was time to forget the past and look to the future.

Now, preview time!

The Drakes; Part 2; The Chosen


My first day was AWESOME!
First off, well, ok, I'll admit, I was pretty nervous. I mean, who could blame me? Not only was I at a new school in a new place, I was in a place that most people on Earth would never even think to exist. I didn't know anyone, except for Caleb and Jonathan, of course. And even then, they were in different schools then me, and me and Caleb still hadn't picked our secondary, whatever that was (Jonathan said he would explain it later). And not only that, I was nervous about how people would think of me. I mean, I was the daughter of apparently this evil man! You'd more or less expect people to AVOID you! But I did consider the fact that at the same time my mom was the previous Life professor at my school, so I guess that was pretty cool, too.
So, what was more, I walked into the green school, both the color and plants, and the first thing I saw was a big fat COW in chinese robes! I almost fainted at the sight. But then I was taken aback by her smile. "Class," She said. (Okay, I had seen a talking owl, a talking fairy, now a talking cow, WHAT WAS NEXT?) "We have a new student in our class! Her name is Amy Drake. I want you guys to make her feel welcome, but considering that we are theurgists, I don't think you guys will have a problem with that at all." She looked from the class to me. "I'm sorry if the sight of me being, well, a cow frights you. I am Moolinda Wu."
I relaxed. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad after all. "Just take any empty seat," Moolinda offered.
I looked around. There was only one in the left back corner, next to a girl like Jonathan, tan skin and long blonde hair. She had green eyes. She noticed me as I was walking towards her and made a friendly guesture to sit next to her. I pulled the chair back, sat down, and moved the chair to the desk. The girl smiled at me. "Hey," She said. "Welcome to Life! I hope you'll have a good time!"
I smiled. I was most likely making my first friend already. I started to tell my name, but the girl inturupted me and said, "Um, Professor Wu did just say your name, so no need for introductions. I'm Ellie Frogrunner." She offered a hand. I took it. "Pleased to meet you," I replied.
I was wrong about my first day. Instead of starting bad, I started completely good.

Tuesday, May 18, 2010

(Confetti Falls)

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!100 POSTS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Triple digets, baby!


Guess what will really make the 100 mark?

I'll give you all a hint:



That's Princess Nikki, my dark sprite, in the cannon game.

A little thing of Marley.


Well? HE WAS!

Now, as they say in iCarly (Which btw Vanessa and my other little sister have an ADDICTION to... they have a freaking iCarly BEAR! Listening to that theme all the time, "I know, you see, sometime the world will change for me and be so wonderful" (Shivers)):

(Wizards dance all around randomly)

Monday, May 17, 2010

Introducing... First Interview of the Week!

Well, I was able to contact a well-known blogger to be the first person to be interviewed on the Duo of Death, and now I've got the very first IOTW right here!

But who am I interviewing, you might ask.

Ladies and Gentleman, Novices and Grandmasters, humans and wizards alike,

She's a Magus,

She's a pyromancer,

She has an official Wizard101 fansite,

She's Awesome,

I give you:


Now, for the interview.

Destiny Seagem: What do you like most about Wizard101?
Jessica Fairyheart: I like the people and the interesting graphics, suck as something you have to look to notice.

DS: You're running for Fire Student Teacher, what do you hope to accomplish if you win?
JF: I want to inspire others to become, or play as a pyromancer, I hope to make the community more noticed, the school more noticed, make Anna Flamewright notice that she is not the only pyromancer around, and most importantly, improve the elections so that they're not a popularity contest.

DS: You're an official fansite, so what do you think the secret to becoming a great fansite and a successful blogger is?
JF: Be yourself, and be creative, funny, random etc. Those are the building blocks to a successful blog.

DS: Is there any blogger in paticular that you look up to or have looked up to?
JF: The Friendly Necromancer.

DS: How did you hear of Wizard101?
JF: My friend, well, enemy.

DS: Any advice you have for not only future bloggers, but future players as well?
JF: Don't quit and keep on going, blog, and stay connected.

DS: What did it feel like to be the lowest leveled blogger around till I came around? (I bet I can personally relate to this)
JF: Left out, original, sad, boring, and annoying.

DS: Do you have expectations of the upcoming world of Celestia? If so, what are they?
JF: I wanna swim!

DS: How long did it take for you to get this well-known?
JF: Um, almost a year! Which, basically the entire time I've been playing I've been blogging as well.

DS: Who was your first blogging Wizard101 friend?
JF: Let me check... on game?
DS: Doesn't matter.
JF: I think it was Alyssa Silverheart. She was the first one to comment on a post.

DS: Anything you'd like to change about Wizard101?
JF: Max friends 1,000, being able to create seven wizards.

DS: How long do you think it will take for you to reach Grandmaster?
JF: Oh, if I'm lucky, one more year. Just kidding, depends on how many contests I win.

DS: Thanks for your time Jessica, I hope you enjoyed this!
JF: Thanks for the interview
DS: No prob

And that's the Jessica Fairyheart, the Awesome Pyromancer and the first wizard to get interviewed! Remember, she's also in the elections!

Da Seagem

(Pssst almost a HUNDRED POSTS! YEEE!)

Sunday, May 16, 2010

A Little to Cover

First off:

I put the picture twice cause I voted TWICE! You see, some students I had trouble picking one over, so I decided to do two rounds.

Round 1:

Storm: Samuel Watercaster
Ice: Sierra Starsong
Fire: Jessica Fairyheart
Death: Leesha Darkheart (Figured she'd kill me if I didn't)
Myth: Heather Raven
Life: Kestrel Shadowthistle
Balance: Cassandra Griffindreamer

Now for Round 2:

Storm: Samuel Watercaster
Ice: Sierra Starsong
Fire: Isaac Mistheart
Death: Cody Deathflame (Cause I met him once or twice)
Myth: Ronan Ravenshard (Now, between him and Heather, THAT was tough!)
Life: Cassandra Lifecaster/Marissa Petal (I voted for Cass, but they running as duo)
Balance: Cassandra Griffindreamer

Now, you know how Ronan has this new Percy Jackson blog? Wait, hold on.



Anyways, I applied for Camp Half Blood as a girl called Skye, daughter of Athena. Well, I was able to make her on noob account! Take a look:

On a sad note, The Survivor season finale is tonight! :'-( And, the TV show Lost is ending, like a SERIES finale! :'-( :'-( NOZ!

I think I'm gonna do both noob and blogger interviews, once you think of it.

Anyways, all I got.

Da Seagem

I thought of something!

You know how bloggers have weekly stuff? You know, blog of the week, story of the week, wizard of the week and that stuff? Well, I decided to come up with something, too:


Any suggestions of who I interview first?

I thought maybe of just picking a random noob off of the street and interviewing them, but I need to interview bloggers too, so idk. I'll put a poll on it, I guess.

Saturday, May 15, 2010


Well, I'm not at Best Buy anymore, and Dad's finally figured out why the sound didn't work after around 3 or 4 hours, and, um, yeah. Stuff like that.

But now I'm BACK!!!

And finally, with PART 7!!!

The Necromancer's Matter, Part 7; Blade of Seven

A teenage-looking boy woke up. He got dressed in his black robes, pulled his hood on, and set out for Mooshu.
He was called Death.
Death's aura spread as he traveled around Mooshu. There was a faint blackness around him, but not much because it was Mooshu. He walked over to the Tree of Life, headed for the main tree.
Death pushed aside the stone and traveled down the long passageway. Then he got to a cavern. He stumbled upon a door, newly painted yellow, and Myth's symbol etched in the middle in blue. Death knocked on the door.
The door swung open to reveal a blonde haired boy with bright blue eyes in yellow and blue robes. He smiled. "Ah, Death," He greeted. "A good surprise. Come on in." Death nodded and entered into a room with a stone fireplace, weapon-making tools, and a forge. Racks hanging with hammers, forging tools, and swords were hung on the tan wall. Across from the door in which Death had entered was another entryway. The room smelled of burning metal and the heat was almost exhausting.
Death turned to the boy. "I see that you are making preparations for the war against Valkoor?" He inquired.
The boy nodded. "I'm trying to make as many swords and wands as I can."
Death smiled, but his hood shrouded it. "You've always been a master forger, Myth," Death complemented.
Myth smiled and bowed his head in thanks.
"But, however," Death said. "I have an idea. Back when Valkoor was the monster, how did we defeat him?"
"We all combined our powers into one," Myth remembered.
Death nodded his approval. "Right. And this time, I have a feeling Valkoor will be stronger then he was last. So I was thinking, maybe the only way to defeat him this time is to forge a weapon with all of our powers into it."
Myth hesitated. "That's pretty risky," He said. "What if Valkoor got ahold of it?"
Death smiled. "He won't." He laid a hand on Myth's shoulder. "I need you to create a blade. Then we'll get the other wizards, and combine our powers into one."
Myth thought for a second. "There are other ways, Death," He reminded. "We just haven't found them yet."
"But would we find them in time?" Death inquired.
Myth had no answer.
"I need you to forge the blade," He said. "For right now, there's no other way. He will be stronger then the last, and you know it."
Myth reluctantly agreed.
That night, after Death left, Myth outlined the design for the sword. He made changes and added things, making sure for the sword to be just right. Then after Myth was positive it would do, he forged the blade, but it was not together. It was split into seven pieces.
The day following, all of the Legendarys came together. Myth explained the situation to them. "We must combine into one once more." He nodded to Storm.
Storm acknowledged Myth, then picked up a piece, and concentrated on the steel, closing his eyes. Gradually, the piece turned from silver to purple. After Storm put power into his piece, he set it down. Now it was Ice's turn. She concentrated on the piece, and after a while, it became blue. Then Fire turned her piece into a firey red. Then Death poured his power into his. And so forth, after all the pieces were completed.
After all the pieces had power in them, Myth set them together again, and forged the pieces into one sword. After an hour of burning, the blade was together, and Myth rushed to a tank of water and dipped the whole blade into the water, cooling it off. After a few minutes, he pulled it out. If it was not cooled completely, he would dunk the blade back in, until it was a normal temerature.
The ending result was great. Myth studied the blade. It was like a cimitar, and a little holographic. It switched from color to color every second, first purple, then blue, then red, then black, then yellow, then green, then tan and back again, confusing some people on its true color.
"The Blade of Seven," Myth breathed.

"What's that?" Destiny asked.
"Long ago," Jason explained. "It was back when Valkoor was returning. The wizards were making preparations for the upcoming war. Storm practiced fighting. Ice began stratagizing. Fire tried despreately to look into the future. Myth forged weapons. Life readied her healing spells. Balance helped with whatever he could find. But Death had other ideas.
"He walked up to Myth one day and asked him to build a sword. A powerful sword. Myth agreed, and, one by one the wizards poured their magic into the sword. The Blade of Seven was therefore created.
"And shortly after, a battle with Valkoor and his followers arose. Both sides fought desperately, but in the end, it was the wizards who won the first battle, with the help of the Blade of Seven. But the victory was short-lived. Valkoor began to see how he could steal the sword, and win the war with its help. Fire saw this, and cried on the Legendarys for desperate help. They decided that, in order to keep Valkoor from getting ahold of it, they had to split the blade into the seven pieces from which the sword had originated from. They cut the blade, and gave one piece to each wizard to protect with his or her life. And they did. And when they all died, they hid the pieces in a super secret spot." Jason held the yellow shard. "This is Myth's piece. He camoflauged it well."
Destiny nodded. Then she remembered back at Thorn Manor, when Vladimir had mentioned a blade. "Oh my gosh," Destiny said. "Vladimir's after the sword!"
Jason nodded. "He knew that Myth's shard was there. He had lost it when Neela had given it to the patrolkrok. When Neela had seen he no longer had it, apparently they tried everything to get the shard. Raiding the base. Giving the Krokodial. And if you had indeed crushed the piece, we would all be at a loss."
"Apparently Vladimir needs it for something he needs to do," Destiny said. "The Blade of Seven is the only item missing out of three."
"Did you find out what the other two were?" Jason inquired.
Destiny nodded. "The Onyx of Darkness and the Helm of Power."
"Oh, Destiny, do you even realize-"
"Yes, Life told me."
Jason sighed. "Apparently the Legendarys like you or something. You keep running into them! Only a matter of time before you shake Myth's hand and have a conversation with Death!"
"Lets focus!" Destiny said. "Just how powerful is this blade? Like, I know it's the Legendary's sword and everything, but, is it even worthwhile?"
Jason stared at Destiny as if she had just grown a million extra arms. "The Blade of Seven is only the most powerful weapon in the spiral and make the wielder nearly invincible! How can you even joke? If he gets the sword, there's no stopping him!" Jason hesitated, then said, "Unless..."
"Unless what?" Destiny asked.
Jason sighed. "Nothing. It's nearly impossible, anyways."
"What isn't possible?" Destiny inquired.
"The only way the Blade of Seven can be stopped," Jason said. "The Pure Descendant."
"Pure Descendant?" Destiny asked.
"A Pure Descendant contains the blood of all seven Legendarys," Jason explained. "A Pure Descendant must have Storm's strength, Ice's knowledge and wisdom, Fire's ability to forsee, Death's cunning, Myth's creativity and ability to forge, Life's compassion, and Balance's judgement. In history, so far only one has come up. He has passed away already."
"Who's that?" Destiny asked.
"A boy called Marcus Dawngem," Jason said. "He lived to be a grandmaster pyromancer, and he was truly great," Jason sighed. "His life ended in a truly sad way."
"What happened?" Destiny asked.
"He was killed," Jason said. "We don't know how, or who."
"If he was killed," Destiny reasoned. "You should know who did it, or at least how."
Jason shook his head. "Actually, it was kind of like paralysis. One day he was just fine in perfect health, the next he was laying on his bedroom floor, mouth and eyes wide open his skin pale, and his heart not beating. He just... died. He had to be murdered."
Destiny agreed, then said, "So, you're thinking that maybe we could possibly find a pure descendant, just in case Vladimir forges the blade?"
Jason nodded. "One problem," He said. "We don't know if a Pure Descendant currently exists, besides Marcus. And who KNOWS how many pieces Vladimir has while we only have one."
Destiny thought. "Knowing us," She finally said. "We HAD to have come across a piece. Apparently we just didn't know it."
Jason scratched his chin and nodded. "We might have," He said.
Destiny closed her eyes and remembered her very recent adventures in Mooshu, her mission in Marleybone, the betrayal in Grizzlehiem, her time in Krokotopia-
It then hit her.
She opened her eyes rapidly, and ran faster then she had ever run before up the slope after she called out, "I know where Ice's Shard is!"

Back in Marleybone, Vladimir was talking to Neela.
"I've been thinking," He said. "We have the advantage in so many ways. We have two of the key components to our plan, we've got five of the seven pieces, and we know where another is, we hold the Krokodial, we even have the second half of the Prophecy of Fire the Order of the Spiral probably don't even know about." He turned and stared at Neela coldly. "But they do have a huge advantage, numbers."
"Numbers?" Neela was confused.
Vladimir sat up straight. "The only reason that we lost Myth's Shard and lost the battle of Mooshu," He continued. "Was simply because they had more people then we did. As Destiny had said, eight and three. We need more people for our cause."
Neela nodded. Now she understood. "I was strolling through Olde Town the other day," She said. "I overheard a group of boys. Seems like they might be willing to fight for us, as long as we pay them right."
Neela had grasped Vladimir's attention. "Depends," He said. "What schools do they take? What rank are they?"
"A master diviner, two pyromancers, an adept and a master, a grandmaster conjurer, heck, even another adept, this time a theurgist," Neela replied.
"We do need other people besides necromancers," Vladimir mused. "Having different schools could prove useful."
"Exactly my point."
Vladimir nodded his understanding. Now with so many advantages that the Order of the Spiral didn't even realize, they were sure to win.

The sprite fluttered around Unicorn Way.
The sprite sighed. She needed a break from her coloney, her duties that replaced her now banished rival.
But she was about to understand her enemy's predictament.
Because now she saw a necromancer. He had short blue hair, a black bandit cap, a robe with storm markings on it, and a clockwork staff. But how he looked wasn't what got her attention. It was what he spoke of.
"I'm really wondering who that charmed sprite is," The necromancer said to another necromancer. "I'm beginning to think that she may play a vital role."
Charmed sprite....
The sprite fluttered over to the blue-haired necromancer. She wondered how she could speak with him; they began teaching the sprite language when theurgists reached masterdom. Even then, few were fluent. Then she got an idea. The sprite zoomed over to the necromancer, fluttered in his face for a few seconds, then led his gaze to some fresh dirt. In the dirt, she had carved the words, Who exactly is this sprite?
"Um, black hair, pale skin, red dress, red eyes, more death-looking," The blue-haired boy replied.
She knew it! This was the description of her rival! The sprite wrote, What is she called?
"I heard a girl call her Nikki," The necromancer responded.
Are you against her?
"I guess you can say that,"
The sprite grinned. She knew she hadn't rid of Nikki! She wrote, Nikki is an old rival of mine. Will you allow me to join this cause? Communication will be a tad bit short, but we can figure things out.
"Maybe. What would you be called?" The necromancer inquired.
The sprite grinned and wrote, Lady Lily. What may I call you?
The necromancer kneeled and said, "Cody Shadowstrider. If you are with us, come." Cody walked away.
Lily gladly followed.

Remember the title of Part 8:

Sophia's Shard!