My School Report

We have to make a story for second graders.....so....



“Zekira….Zekira….Zekira,” a voice called out. A man replied, “Hello??? Who is this?” Somebody started walking. There was a purple swirling fog.
“Hello???”
The man kept walking. There was a figure…a shape in the distance. The man walked closer. The shape started to gain form.

The shape…it…was a dragon.
*ROOOOOAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!* The beast let out a scream. It started running at him. “ZEKIRA!!!,” it yelled. The man remembered….his name was Zekira. Zekira started running from the beast.. He tripped and hit the ground hard. The beast stared at him and then…..

Zekira looked around and said, “What??? What happened. Where am I?”
He smelled smoke. He looked around. He was in his home, but something was wrong. IT WAS ON FIRE!!!!!! He got up and rushed outside.

Usually when he went outside he would see grand buildings, castles, horses, warriors with their swords with the beautiful green grass and bright blue sky as the perfect frame to this seen….but something was very wrong. The place he knew and loved…his Castle Ages town…was burning.

Zekira looked up and saw a figure flying away into the smoke. It was to far away to make out. He saw the town militia putting out the fires and saving as many people as they could.

5 hours later the evening was setting in. It was hard to tell though due to the smog of smoke, ash, and debris. The only way he was able to tell was the direction of the sun. “HEY!!!! ZEKIRA!!! IT IS GREAT TO SEE YOU ALRIGHT”, a voice yelled. He remembered the voice. It was his best friend, Cecil.

Zekira felt like they were brothers. They looked it too. Zekira was average height little short, red haired, and wore whatever he really felt like.

Cecil on the other hand was abnormally tall. He too had red hair. He also was very special because he could control magic. He never smiled much, but Zekira could tell he was always happy on the inside.

“That was a freak thing Zekira. Something…came…and destroyed all it could. The old man at the hotel called it The God of Sky. Personally…it isn’t much of a god if it did this. The most of the kingdom has been attacked. This is the first time it attacked so close to the castle. Something may be wrong,” he explained. Zekira felt something was wrong. Why would a god attack the kingdom?

“Oh…the king says he wants to talk to you about something. Apparently you are a better warrior than the whole militia,” he said with a shrug. It was easy to tell he was annoyed. He loved big assignments.

Zekira started walking. He had never actually ENTERED the castle. Not many people have. Ever since the attacks started occurring everything has been more strict. Zekira kept walking…


BOOM!!! Zekira heard an ear piercing explosion. He was about one mile from the kingdoms main town, Reangotta, where he had just come from. He saw the so called god. It was in the sky. He still could not clearly see it. This time though, it was for a different reason. No smoke or ashes. This time it was a blinding purple light from the ground…….the ground where Reangotta is supposed to be. The beast flew away.

Zekira jumped up onto a steep ledge. He was able to see past the trees from the ledge. He and Cecil went up there all the time. What he saw frightened him. The town which he grew up in was not there. Nothing. Just rocks and dirt. The dirt was grey and all of the rocks looked pale and lifeless.

“HEY!!! ARE YOU ZEKIRA??? IF SO GET UP HERE NOW!!!”, a voice yelled from behind him. A large armored guard stood before him. He grabbed Zekira’s hand and pulled him. “We must get to the castle now! The god is searching out every warrior.”

A castle appeared in the distance. He knew it was the Reangotta Castle. The kingdom surrounded this castle. He has seen it before…never inside, but it was weird. There was a storm over it…dark brown clouds. Zekira looked up. There was not a cloud in the sky. There was some dust from the ashes of Reangotta, but nothing else. The air was thick. Zekira felt like he was breathing stew.

They entered the courtyard. “RUN!!!”, cried the guard. Zekira was confused. There was nothing to be afraid of. They were at the castle and saw no beast….nothing. Everything was just as it should be. Other than the clouds of course.

“GRAAA!!!!”, a scream came from behind Zekira. The guard was nowhere to be found. He heard a few more screams. Before he realized it there was nobody left in the courtyard. He saw some people running out the side gates. Oddly, not many. Zekira figured that it was the fear of the god.

Zekira entered the castle. He saw numerous guards evacuating the entire castle. The only people he figured could stay were warriors. One man was waiting for him. Zekira could tell because the man was staring at him. The hall was long and was made of cobblestone. There were paintings and swords on the walls. He saw some guards taken down paintings to reveal some small nooks. Probably having weapons in them.

As Zekira made his way down the hall, he noticed that some average people her going outside. Zekira watched to see what they were doing. Most were grabbing some bows or manning cannons. He figured for protection from the god.

“Faster the better”, the man at the end of the hall said. He had a deep voice. Zekira hurried along. The man had guards on each side. “You may be released”, the man said in a deep voice. The guards walked away.
“So…the last warrior from Reangotta. I am very sorry”
Zekira could tell he was the king. He was wearing gold armor.


The man walked towards Zekira.
“Zekira, you have no idea what is happening do you? No idea why people are being evacuated?”
Zekira replied in a weak voice, “No sir.”
“Well, there was a warrior. Oddly enough….he was born in a time that dragons roamed. He had a bright future. One day he was playing. A small dragon creped up on him. It pounced. It was friendly luckily. The boys father…was not a good one. He saw that his son was playing with the dragon. He…took the dragon. He tried to hurt the poor thing.”

“It, along with the son, retaliated. He knew that dragons could not handle something called ‘The Cold Fire’. It was a very unique spell. The catch to it was, you needed fire and a chunk of ice. You needed to use magic to freeze the ice and keep the flame alive. With the cold fire, you would try to scar the dragons right wing. This would place a curse on the dragon…and within a year…the dragon would die.”

“The dragon did not die. The boy pushed his father. Each of them got burned. The father got hurt so severely he…..he didn’t make it. The boy and the dragon each got the curse mark. Instead of killing them, they turned evil. My great-great-great grandfathers cousin was the an accomplish in this feat to hurt the dragon. He did not do much more than start the fire. Still…the boy swore revenge. He never got through with his revenge. This era…he might. He is coming after me.”

“This kingdom was filled with dragons. The boy…his name was…Uggat. The dragon…or “god” was known as ‘The Black Quizzalga’. These two eliminated the dragons from this land. Now...he has a score to settle with me. He will probably get me to. I called you here…to remove him from this earth. You must rebuild the kingdom”, clarified the king.

“Why me though”, Zekira asked.
“That is a good question. Easy answer though…you are the only outside warrior left. These knights and guards here will not stand a chance. The man who taught them how to fight made it clear that if they were going up against something they could not combat. They would use every ounce of there magic in a massive attack. This attack would prove to much for these warriors. Sad thing is………..Uggat and the Black Quizzalga are immune to magic.”


Cannons started going off. He saw many men fall in a blinding flash. It must have been the magical attack. Fire filled the hallway. He saw the dragon at the end of the hallway staring back at them.

“SUIT UP IN ARMOR!!! YOU MUST BE READY TO FIGHT!!!”, cried the king.
Zekira saw some armor on the floor and put it on.

“Hello…fair warrior”, a voice said from behind Zekira. Something hit him down to the floor.
“GRAAA!!!”, he heard the king cry.
Zekira got up as quickly as possible, but it was to late. The king lay on the floor. Zekira new he was the only warrior left in the kingdom.

“Hmm…so…you are the so called Zekira? Pathetic.”, the dark warrior said.
“I am Uggat…as the king already told you. Pfft….this was to easy. It only took a while. Oh…the king said I am immune to magic. Not true. I know I am safe because you don’t know any magic. Now…as for me and magic….people are so dumb. Magic does hurt me. Me directly. Not my dragon whom everyone attacks.”

“Let me eliminate you now, and I can move on. No need to waste energy. I will let you go out fast and painlessly.”
“……………………no…………………..you killed Cecil………………………………..I am not going anywhere…………………deal with me if you can”, Zekira said quietly.
“PFFT!!! You cannot hurt me. I have so much armor that if this castle were dropped on me I would leave without a scratch. As for magic, you have none, not that it would do any good. Nobody knows where to strike me. And I am not saying, because I do not wish to take the chance”, Uggat said harshly.

Zekira kissed the cross he had around his neck.
“What do you think that will do…you are so pathetic”, said Uggat in a cold tone.
“Well…sometimes….you just gotta take the chance”, Zekira replied.

“I know where you can be hurt. Your curse mark from the Cold Fire I bet.”
“ATTACK MY DRAGON GOD!!!”, Uggat cried.
The dragon started to charge.

“GRAAAAAAAAAA!!!!”
In a flash of light the dragon dropped cold and dead.

“What?! How? No….”, Uggat said weakly.
He dropped to the floor. His curse marked burned through his armor.
“No…no way…im…im….impossible.”
Uggat took up his sword.
“No….you are not going to win”
He charged after Zekira in a black cloud.

“….I know one thing………Rag……na…..rok….do you know what that means? It means ‘Death of The Gods’…..and you consider yourself a god…”, Zekira said with a hiss.

In one large flash Uggat was destroyed.
Zekira fell to the floor.
“Sometimes…you….just…ha….ha….have to…take……….the………………cha………chance”, Zekira said as he slipped into a deep sleep.

It just like the dream he had hours ago. Only…it was where he left off.
The dragon tried to bite him with its large teeth. Zekira got up….he was no longer as a body, but a shimmer of light. The dragon leaned back as it fell apart.


DRAFT 1