Tuesday, February 10, 2015

Magi The Lost Chapters Of Beholgnar - Book 3 - Chapter 1



                                                                   Chapter 1

                                                            A-While In Space




The moon had been passed,more than anything Drokna The Twenty Second and Albert The Twenty First had ever seen with the varnish still present and the energy flickering about the ship,but they were not dead. Intolerable, they knew,stupid not the aliens for there abducting the queen and leaving Drokna The Twenty Second and Albert The Twenty First in there cargo room with there weapons handy. The flow of space Drokna The Twenty Second was prying at the reinforced varnish door bringing Albert The Twenty First to shock at what he was doing to it,knawing saw sounds of scraping metal upon metal had gotten louder and louder. An easy task to put into an action had took a really long time, but is not an impossible. Lots of Beholgarian heroic knights had opened a hard sealed door such as this one, no doubt. His current insolence was heard by the aliens they knew. Hah! What do you think if this Albert The Twenty First,it is coming open? Would anyone else be as smart as we are Albert The Twenty First? Drokna The Twenty Second had once again wedged his blade in the door. Lovely, it had appeared of there faces when the varnished door was completely pried and capable of being entered into. If patient, we will reach the ships head. Think of nothing but the queen Drokna The Twenty Second, " with a good effort we might see our homes again". Yes , our homes.

Drokna The Twenty Seconds prying had picked the door open. How long since you started prying the door,fifteen minutes ago? Is there any aliens you can see? Albert The Twenty Firsts sweaty armor had become uncomfortable and easily. Armor had counted for nothing in the heat. It is the truth. If hot enough. Drokna The Twenty Second wanted to laugh. With an effort he had managed to hold it in. In a way without Drokna The Twenty Seconds handy skills, Albert The Twenty First still would be caught in with the aliens cargo because he would not know how to get the door open. Drokna The Twenty Second himself would of had no pity for Albert The Twenty Firsts skills, he should of learned, who he stood very high as a leader, a king before the ruination, now saving the queen. He thought he was on a greener grass with his weapon drawn staring at the aliens with there copper varnish knives to the queens throat threatening another step and she was a queen with a quick funeral. Guga etch ma mes, the alien waved his knife. What did he say Albert The Twenty First? I think he had said drop our weapons or she is dead. Gogumec mes, Ok, we will drop our weapons on the count of three or they will kill her, one , two , three and Drokna The Twenty Second and Albert The Twenty First were dis-armed. Eck ublun es moncho, fallow. The ship was still in full thrust and headed away from planet merth, the aliens had re-put Albert The Twenty First and Drokna The Twenty Second in there cargo room, but this time they were tied up and the queen, Magi The Twenty Second was placed with them. The ships coordinator began to speak.





                                                  The Coordinator spoke

                                         Time to elapse with planet U-bla...

                                   Exactly one hour and thirty nine seconds.





As if the queen had anything to say, she looked about at her companions, her breath deeply taken a one after her other as her mind was putting her abductors intentions together. The room had varied in temperature, it all had depended on the position of the solar systems cosmetic rays and the ships coordinator settings, but the room had kept them each alive. The Coordinator announced again.



                                                       The Coordinator announced

                                            Arrival Three Seconds.

                                                       Life table is normal..

                                                             Approximate chance of survival ninety percent.




Mesla dos Notchis, the alien had told Albert The Twenty First. Albert The Twenty First began to translate to the others. "He say's prepare to land".

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