AN-HEEEEEEEEEEEY! I FINALLY STARTED! :D
Xavia: YAY! Please note, I am a different Xavia from Red, the Kid of Adventure
Magma: That is correct! So, let's...GET THIS PARTY STARTED Y'ALL!
Xavia: YEAH DAWG!
Red: THAT'S MY LINE!
Xavia: Well, you're not in this one, so...
Red: Wait...wait, WHAT?! Magma! How could you DO this to me?! D:}
Magma: You're not in Wildwest High School either. -_-
Magma: This AN is getting long. Begin story...NOW!
Xavia Sarah Adven.
Right now, as I look out at the valley, I'm nine years old.
But, first off, you should know something about me: My family has a supposed "Curse". Well, it's not a curse. My dad says it's a blessing. Whatever it is, I don't care. Even though it affects me.
Ya see, ever since there have been people, the Adven family has existed. Now, every few generations, a baby boy is born. Then, a baby girl is born. They always have an older brother. Now, the baby girl is the one that you should pay attention to. They are the ones referred to as Xavias. They, the baby girls, always grow to be gifted physically and mentally, meaning they're smart, strong, fast, flexible, sly, persuasive, and beautiful. I, even though I'm one, am not beautiful though. But, they're always named Xavia. How do you know? Well, each Xavia Adven has a birth mark that's always the same. It's three inches below the dip in the collar bones, and is shaped like a star with an X in the middle.
Another thing: All the Xavias look exactly alike. Black hair, deep, dreamy brown eyes, freckles, and the same features. I'm the only one that's been born since three hundred, fifty-seven years ago. I've always been happy about being a Xavia, since every single one has done something absolutely amazing and had a life full of adventure, not to mention I'm guaranteed to live a very healthy life, and live until I'm at least ninety years old. It's like having a guarantee on living.
I have long, shiny, starless night black hair that falls to the small of my back pulled into a high ponytail by a red hoop I made myself. It's the only thing that can hold my hair since it's so thick. I have big, deep, dreamy brown eyes, a natural blush, full, red lips, freckles, and my bangs cover the outer edge of the left side of my face and left eye, while my eyes spark with adventure and swirl knowledge. My limbs are slender, my shoulders narrow, and I'm thin, which is strange for a martial artist, and I have a light tan.
I wear red goggles on my head, a solid black, collar bone cut shirt with sleeves that come past my elbows, and black pants that stop three inches above my knees, and comfortably hug my skin. Over them, I wear a red body suit with a collar that's black at the edge and stands up, the top half being dark red. The shoulders are dark red, the chest pockets are outlined with black, with dark red flaps and the pockets being bright red. The ends of the sleeves and bellbottom pants legs that fall to my knees are white with a thin black stripe in the middle, and the sleeves are short sleeved. The pants legs are dark red on the outside of my legs and inside of my legs, with a pocket on the outside. The pockets are outlined with black, have red on the top half and bright red on the bottom half.
On the front at the bottom of my flat chest is a giant black zipper, and at my hip is a black pouch with a wire in it, that allows you to put anything you want in it, no matter the weight or size, and it still feel as if it were empty. On the upper back of my suit is a black star with a red X in the middle of it. I also carry a red and black back pack with the same kind of wire in it, and I have black cut-off gloves with white and red cuffs
My boots cover my feet and ankles, hugging them for support. The soles of my boots are dark red, are pointed up some at the toes, the front is bright red, with it sloping down to disappear on both sides. There's a red circle on top of my boots, and on the front of the part over my ankles and lowest part of my legs have a point that's dark red on the outer half, and bright red on the inside half. Red comes down from the top on the sides, and goes down to the sole, spreading out, and with a white circle in the middle of it while the rest of the boot is white.
Around my neck, hidden under my shirt, is a necklace with a thin, tough brown vine for the string, and a black star with a ruby X on the back. Believe it or not, my boots, my backpack, and my necklace have been in the Adven family. I can change what the boots and backpack look like since they have special devises in them. The boots have invisible devises on the bottom, that become see able when removed. The devises also allow me to walk up walls, across ceilings, and fly. The only ones allowed to use the boots, pack and necklace are Xavias.
Another thing: I made this suit. It's bullet proof, fire proof, blast proof, water proof, X-ray proof, meaning X-rays can't go through it, and it's lightweight and breathable.
But, again, I'm only nine, but I'm in my third year of college. I'll graduate next year. I have two best friends: Todd Calvin Monte and Sarisa Ann Eastward. Todd's the same age as me, but Sarisa's twenty-two. We go to college together, while Todd goes to a regular school. Me and Todd have known each other for as long as we can remember, and I met Sarisa when I was three. She babysat me and Todd. After that first time, me and Todd were always asking our parents to go somewhere just so Sarisa could watch us.
But, like all Xavias, I am adventurous, have more energy than I can burn, I get things done, and take them head on, speak my mind, can say things to people's faces, I will take apart anything you put in front of me or that I can get my hands on, then put it back together with no problem, I like to tinker with things, and I stand up for what's right. I'm a bit hard headed, and I'm not able to be persuaded.
...Am I forgetting anything...?
Oh yeah! I'm a master at every form of self defence. I know I'm young, but I'm amazingly gifted at it. I'm always taking down people who pick on Todd and Sarisa, even if they're three or four times my size.
Oh. Oh yeah! Me and Todd are HUGE vivosaur fans. Our favorite Fighter is Joe Wildwest. HE. IS. AWESOME. He's a twenty-two year old Master Fighter and Vivosaur Handler, not to mention mine and Todd's hero. Our dreams are to be Fossil Fighters just like him.
...Whelp, that's it.
...LET'S GET THIS PARTY STARTED!
I take a deep breath through my nose, inhaling the cool, misty, morning mountain air. The breeze carries the scent of adventure, and I can feel rays of excitement flow through the air. In front of me, is a valley with clouds flowing over it. A flock of birds fly by, merrily chirping, as if to welcome the breath taking sight.
Yeah... I think calmly, my feet planted shoulder length apart, my arms stretched back, allowing the breeze to blow at me. This weather is beautiful... I smile.
Something AWESOME is gonna happen.
I can just feel it.
"Hey Xavia!" I hear a boy call. "How long are you gonna stand around and look at the scenery?"
"As long as I want!" I call over my shoulder.
"Well, get over here!" He calls again. I sigh, and take one last look at the view. I then turn around, and sprint towards the boy, my best friend Todd, who's standing next to three guard rails that're blocking a path higher up the mountain, one having been dragged out of the way.
His tan archeologist helmet sits crooked on his head, over his sandy brown hair, and his eyes are light blue, but swirl with curiosity and energy. He wears a light orange short sleeved shirt with a jagged black line around the collar, a short sleeve shirt-coat over that that has green on the shoulders, green belt, green on the outside and inside of the bellbottom pants that come to his knees, while the rest of his pants and shirt-coat are light green. His shirt-coat has a white collar out lined with black, white at the ends of the sleeves with a black stripe in the middle, and a big red pin with a yellow dinosaur footprint on his shirt-coat. The outside part of his pants have light green pockets outlined with black, light green boots on his feet with white soles, a thick green stripe going down the front, white around the top edge of the boots, and black socks.
"C'mon!" He says again. I jump, do a cartwheel, then perfectly land five feet away from him.
"Yes?" I ask.
"People say wild vivosaurs live at the top of this mountain!" He tells me with excitement.
"Whoa, WHAT?!" I exclaim with surprise.
"I know, right?!" Todd tells me, his smile of eagerness on his face. "I never thought I'd get to see one with my own eyes! Now c'mon! We're not leaving until we get some wild vivosaurs of our very own!" I spin around on one foot, then stop with my right hand on my hip, and my left hand as a thumbs-up, and I wink my right eye.
"Sounds like a plan, man!" I tell him.
"Race you to the top!" Todd tells me, taking off up the trail.
"CHEATER!" I call after him. Jets, ON! My jet boots activate, and I shoot up the path, quickly catching up to him. I slow down to where we're neck and neck, and Todd looks at me with bewilderment.
"And you call ME the cheater?!" He asks. I laugh, and pour on some speed, making me fly faster. I get to the top, which is a large clearing with another path, and a cliff to the left side, while the remaining is the forest. I land, and stretch my arms as Todd comes up, panting.
"Ah, nothing like flying through the forest on a cool morning to make ya feel better, eh Todd?" I ask him, happily smiling.
"You're not...funny..." He pants. I merely widen my smile, and look around.
Strange... I think. There's no foot prints...No claw marks...Or any...waste products... I keep surveying the area, to see nothing.
"...Hey! I don't see and vivosaurs anywhere!" Todd says, stamping a foot. "He must've been lying to me!"
"...Todd?" I ask.
"'He' wouldn't just so happen to be Chucky Anderson, right?"
"...Eh heh..." Todd awkwardly smiles, and scratches the back of his neck. "Maybe?"
"..." I shake my head. Chucky Anderson was the local bully, and had the highest number of hospital stays, courtesy of my fist. "Well, don't worry." I tell him before punching my fist into my other hand. "I'll teach him a thing or two about the negative side of lying."
We both whirl around at the sound that caused the ground to shake, and look at the foliage in the wooded edge.
"Wh-what was that?!" Todd asks, panic edging into his voice. "What's going on?!"
"Nothin' good..." I tell him, taking a slow step forward.
"I think there's something over there..." Todd says as I peer into the bushes.
"ROOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAARRR!" Somethin big and blue suddenly bursts from the underbrush, releasing a thundering roar that echoes through my skull, and makes me jump back.
"Th-That's..." Todd stammers. "An Allosaurus!" The Allo has a blue top side, cream underside with iron-colored bars on its back, tail, arms, legs, above its claws, under its eyes, between its eyes, and iron-colored crests above its eyes, which are a orange-yellow color and burning with anger, like a wildfire. Its dagger-like teeth are bared, gleaming like silver blades in the sun.
"DON'T. MOVE." I whisper to Todd, my hand shooting out in front of his chest. "It's a lizard, meaning it has poor eye sight, so it looks for movement..."
"Grrrrr..." The Allo growls deep in its throat, making the air vibrate. It writes something in the dirt, which we then read.
That only works in movies.
Oh yeah... I think, remembering a lecture I had in my second year of college. Me and Todd look at each other, only moving our eyes, then back at the Allo, which roars at us. Todd bolts.
"GO AFTER HER!" He yells. "SHE'S GUARANTEED TO LIVE AT LEAST NINETY YEARS!"
"TODD!" I yell, running after him, the Allo coming after us.
"It's gonna eat us!" Todd yells to me, terror dominating his voice.
"Tell me something a bit more optimistic!" I snap.
"Can you get us outta here?!" Todd asks.
"NO! The jet boots are only designed to carry one person!" I tell him. "We gotta-STOP!" We both skid to a stop, almost running right off the cliff ledge, and some pebbles fall off the at least two hundred foot drop. We both whirl around, to see the Allo has slowed it's pace, undoubtedly wanting to spice our blood with adrenaline, while saliva drips from its silver teeth, and eagerness to sink them into us flashing like blades in a ray of marigold light in it's eyes.
"WHAT DO WE DO?!" Todd yells, near hysterics. I step in front of him.
"If you want to live, stay behind me." I tell him, in a firm stance, ready to take on the Allo.
"STAY...behind me." I tell him, my voice dead serious. He puts his hands on my arm, which is stretched out in front of him. The Allo continues its anxiety-making, slow pace towards us. I'm getting that feeling in my gut, the one that makes my stomach want to turn. Rrrr...Stupid Allo! I'll show you! ...Oh, who am I kidding?! Whoever's in charge up there, HELP US! Don't care who it is, even if it's the devil or a pedophile, JUST HELP US!
"SCREEEEEEE!" Something screeches, sending the noise through the air, it humming in my skull.
"EEEEK! A Pteranodon!" Todd yells at the top of his lungs. I whip my head to the side, to see a sunny yellow winged dinosaur, with white running down its beak and spine, a sky blue crest on its head, sky blue around its wings, on the front edge of its wings with white behind it, on the bottom of the wings is a white arch with sky blue filling it in and it's built like Pteranodon. I notice a figure on its back.
Eh? I wonder, peering at it. "Wait...That's a person!"
"HELP!" Todd yells frantically. The Ptera moves closer to the cliff, and smoothly glides along the air.
"Jump on!" The person, a man around twenty-two, on the Ptera's back yells to us, a country accent heavy in his voice. "Both o' ya!"
"HUH?!" Todd exclaims, confusion in his voice.
That guy... I think, looking at his face. He's...WOW! That guy's handsome!...And he looks familiar.
"Get a move on now!" He yells to us again.
"But-!" Todd's to stiff, scared and confused on what to do.
A man's gotta do what a man's gotta do! I think, taking a few steps back. But, he's not here right now so I'll have to do it instead. I sprint forward, and without stopping, I grab Todd's hand. "C'mon veggie boy!" I yell, calling Todd by his nick name. I jump clear off the cliff, my jet boots giving me a well needed boost, while Todd yells with terror due to looking down at the drop.
Everything seems to slow down.
I feel like I'm in one of those movies where the time goes into slow mo. My hand is extended out as far as it'll go, and I feel gravity being to wrap it's cold fingers of death around me as I begin to plummet towards the ground.
"Gotcha!" I hear the man say, his hand grabbing my wrist. He pulls me up, and I look at him to see him smiling and a twinkle in his eye that makes me smile back. He gets me and Todd onto the Ptera, which then flaps it's sunny wings, making it gain altitude as well as speed. "YEEE-HAW!" The man says, as the Ptera angles up. "Hold on pards!" I feel myself start to lean back, and I quickly hug the man, burying my face against him while Todd's hugging me so tight that I feel as if he'll squeeze the life outta me. Timidly, I look back at the Allo to see it standing on the edge of the cliff, watching us with hatred exploding in its eyes. It roars with anger, and I smile. The Ptera makes a U-turn, and flies alongside the mountain. "Whew!" The man says, looking back at where he saved us. He then looks down at me, to see I'm looking at him with wonder. He smiles. "You alright folks?"
"Todd?" I ask, looking at him. He makes no reply. I tap his helmet. "Todd, you gotta let go of me before you keep me from breathing." He loosens his grip, then looks at me, his eyes wide and his face paler than the moon.
"PLEASE...NEVER...DO THAT...AGAIN..." He tells me, his voice scared and serious. I smile happily, tilting my head to the left slightly.
"No promises!" I tell him. I look back at the man and his smiling face. "We're okay Mister!" His smile widens some, and he looks back forward as his Ptera turns. It then gently lands in the clearing me and Todd were in, the one with the guard rails. The man slides off, then helps a shaking Todd down. Todd's knees give way, and the man catches him, gets him back on his feet, then turns to me and picks me up off the Ptera. I hug him. "Thank you sir." I tell him politely. He hugs me back. "I'm sure that Allo was gonna eat us." He hugs me a bit tighter.
"Yer just the cutest little thing I've ever laid eyes on." He tells me happily
"HOW DARE YOU!" I suddenly roar, much to his surprise. "I'LL HAVE YOU KNOW THAT I'M A MASTER AT EVERY FORM OF SELF DEFENCE, THAT I'M IN MY THIRD YEAR OF COLLEGE, AND THAT I'VE BEATEN UP MORE PEOPLE THAN YOU THOUGHT POSSIBLE FOR MY APPEARENCE, SO I AM IN NO SHAPE, FORM, OR FASHION CUTE!" I yell at him, waving my fists around, while he stands there, surprise on his face and his Ptera looking at me with surprise as well, while Todd just stands there like nothing out of the ordinary is happening. I cross my arms, my face hard.
"..." The man just stands there, not sure how to react. He has shaggy, dark strawberry blonde hair with two locks of hair that hang down on either side of his face that stop at his nose, a light brown cowboy hat that has two angry yellow eyes, black jagged mouth with two brown, slightly curled horns that stick out at the ends of the mouth, and the rim of the edge of the hat is yellow with a red under side. He has a light yellow bandana around his neck, a black vest with white at the edge, then red at the very edge and a collar that sticks up to cover the bottom half of his head, black pants, leather belt, black gloves with brown cuffs, a light coat with brown on the top of the arms and black on the bottom of the arms. The entire edge of the coat is light yellow, comes to his knees, is undone in the front, has black on the sides with brown in the corners. On his feet a cowboy boots with thick soles, and the part that covers the legs comes up to his knees and has three parts of shag. Across his back is a pickaxe with a light orange-yellow handle with a red zigzag line, a steel-colored head with small red spikes coming out of it. His jaw is squared, his features nice, but what I really pay attention to is his eyes.
He has sky blue puppy dog eyes, that swirl with adventure, shift with softness, twinkle like the stars in the midnight sky with kindness and flow with a small hint of boyishness, telling me he's so naive that he hasn't even had his first romance. I raise my eyebrows with surprise.
"Wow...you really are a strange man sir." I tell him.
"...Pardon?" He asks, confusion on his face.
"Your...eyes..." I tell him, tilting my head to the left, like how I do sometimes. "They're queer..."
"OH MY GOODNESS!" Todd suddenly exclaims, practically jumping ten feet in the air.
"What?! What is it?!" I ask with a hint of worry, me, the man, and his Ptera looking at Todd. Todd's arm shoots up, pointing at the man.
"You're...! YOU'RE...! YOU'RE JOE!" Todd says, his voice full of shock and excitement. I look back at the man and recognize him.
"You are!" I exclaim. He looks back at me, and I hug him again. "You're Joe Wildwest!" Todd suddenly runs forward and hugs him as well. Joe just smiles a wide smile, and hugs both of us. I felt safe, and he smelled faintly of sweet straw and hickory wood chips. He was...a warm person. Just like Sarisa, Todd, my parents and other people I know. But not like Chucky Anderson, no. Chucky was cold. Very cold. Joe sets me down, and looks at both of us.
"I'm surprised y'all know my handle, kids." He tells us.
"You shouldn't be. After all, you're a world famous Fossil Fighter and vivosaur handler." His Ptera says, projecting his thoughts to where we can all hear them.
"The Ptera has a point!" Todd says. "Your Fossil Battle skills are legendary!"
"Yeah!" I say in agreement. "Then of course you're an adventurer! I've read about our exploits! My favorite is when you got that golden statue from that Incan sun temple in South America! Much better than the Aztec, huh? After all, they didn't write on the walls with blood!"
"You KNOW about th' Aztecs?!" Joe asks me, bewildered.
"She DID say that she was in her third year of college." Ptera points out.
"I can't believe this Xavia!" Todd says, his hands on the sides of his head from excitement. "We're talking to THE Joe Wildwest!"
"AWESOMENESS OVERLOAD!" I say, excited as well. Joe smiles his wide smile, which is wonderful. It's warm, kind, and friendly.
"We must sound like nerds, huh?" Todd asks, hanging hid head.
"Not at all small fry!" Joe tells him cheerfully, making Todd look up at him. "It's a pleasure to met y'all!" My smile widens, and I look up at his hat. His hat's always been my favorite part of his apparel just from what it looks like. I know that under it, is his full head of thick, slightly wavy, dark strawberry blonde locks...and I'm sure I'd be a millionaire if I had a nickel for every woman who wanted to run their fingers through it while their lips were occupied.
"ROOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAR!" We all hear the Allo release a thundering roar that echoes through my skull. Todd jumps behind me, letting out a startled cry of fear, and Joe looks at the path, then takes a few steps towards it.
"That Allosaurus is madder than a sack full'a hornets that's been hit from every which-way." Joe says. "Can't leave it up on the mountain all riled up like that, or folks'll be in'a heap'a trouble...Ain't no other choice. We gotta subdue the creature in a Fossil Battle."
YAAAAAAY! I think, and excited smile spreading across my face. A real live Fossil Battle!
"How 'bout it small fry?" Joe asks, looking at Todd who's still standing behind me. "Think yer up fer it? I'll even loan ya one'a my Dino Medals for th' fight. So how 'bout it?" Todd suddenly falls to the ground, clutching his stomach.
"OooooooOOOOHHH!" He moans. "Oh, my stomach! It hurts real bad...It must be that rotten banana I ate this morning..." Me and Joe both cringe in disgust.
"...Yeah...that's it..." Todd says miserably, right before moaning again. "I can't fight...You'll have to take my place Xavia..." He moans again, hanging his head.
"...Huh." Joe says bleakly. "Well, fair enough." He looks at me. "Guess I'll be lending you my Dino Medal instead. I got four of 'em, so just take whichever one strike yer fancy." He kneels down in front of me, reaches into his coat, and pulls out four medals, each one two and a half inches in diameter.
"Oooo..." I sigh, admiring them, how the sun light glints and gleams off of them like silver snow in the moon light. Shiny... Joe holds out one, which has a green ring around the edge.
"This here's an Aerosteon." Joe tells me. "He's a powerful Air Type that overwhelms foes with his sharp claws." He holds up the next one, which has a blue ring around the edge. "This' a fast-growin', well-balanced Water Type called a Toba Titanosaur. She's one'a yer more fashionable types." He holds up the next one, which has a yellow ring around the edge. "This here's an Earth Type, Tsintaosaurus. It's a backup-type vivosaur that has great support skills." He holds up the last one, this having a red ring around the edge. "An' finally, we got a Fire Type, Dimetrodon. It's a tricky technical type that confounds foes with special skills." He holds all of them out. "So, that's all I got. Now dive in an' pick yerself a vivosaur!" I examine all of the medals.
Hmmm... I think. Joe said that Toba was a more fashionable type, and I'd rather have functional than fashionable...I need a good AZ vivosaur since it's the only part that can be occupied right now, so Tsintao is outta the question...Then Dimetro is mid-range and has low LP and attack...But Aeros...He's close-range, has high LP making up for the low defence and high attack, meaning more damage and a shorter fight... The Dino Medals suddenly gleams and shimmers with excitement. I use my index finger to flip it up in the air, then catch it in my hand, and hold it up between my first and second finger. "This guy's legit, so let's do it!" I say. Joe smiles his wide smile and nods.
"Well now, grease my pants and call me slick!" He says. "That's a mighty fine choice there, small fry!"
"Thank you slick!" I tell him. "But, I'm afraid I don't have any grease with me." Joe laughs. The Allosaurus roars again, and we look to see it on the other side of the clearing.
"Now remember," Joe tells me, us looking back at each other. "once ya throw that Dino Medal at the Allosaurus, yer vivosaur will be unleashed. The strength of a Fighter depends on how much of a bond they build with their vivosaurs. So make sure y'all trust each other, and try to have some fun. All right?"
"Yes sir!" I tell him, nodding. I clench the Dino Medal in my fist, and look at the Allo, to see it waiting. I put my other hand over my fist, draw up my knee, twist around some, then I channel the force from my hip like how I learned in my self-defence class, making the Dino Medal fly straight towards the Allo. It flips a few times, then glows a bright, white color, shifts into a different form, then the glowing subsides to show the Aeros.
He's built like a T-Rex, has three claws on his hands, a sky blue top side, onyx black underside and claws, onyx colored bars on its feet, blue eyes and yellow spines coming out of the bottom of his neck, between his arms, and around his eyes, face and jaw. His eyes are a sky blue that flash with power and swirl with determination.
"Alright Aeros!" I say, firmly placing one foot forward and raising my fists in determination. "Let's get in it to win it!"
"Th' Fossil Battle is about to begin." Joe tells me. "If yer vivosaur's LP level drops to zero, it'll be knocked outta battle an' go back into it medal. So to win, just knock out the enemy vivosaur by depleting its LP 'fore it does that to you! Now then, let's make yer vivosaur attack the Allosaurus. The vivo with th' highest speed goes first."
I have first turn.
"Yer attackin' first! Ain't that'a kick in th' pants?" Joe asks.
"Don't worry!" I tell him with a smile. "If Aeros does some damage, the Allo may be intimidated and go into its medal!" Joe dips his head in a nod.
"Vivosaurs need energy to take actions." Joe explains. "This energy's called Fossil Power, or FP. Ya got 70 FP right now, and it re-charges when it's yer turn again. Now, just choose the vivo ya want do th' attacking, an' the move it'll make. Then, tell 'em which vivosaur ya want 'em to attack."
"Aeros, Wind Blast on Allo!" I say, pointing at the Allo. Aeros throws back his head, releasing a booming roar that sends out sea green shock waves made of air, that hit the Allo doing seventy damage.
"A vivosaur can only attack once per turn." Joe tells me. "If none'a yer vivos can perform a move, then yer turn is over."
"End turn!" I call.
"Now it's the Allo's turn. Get ready!" Joe tells me. The Allo rears its head back, and chomps down on Aeros' neck, making the vivosaur roar with pain, and doing thirty-two damage. "Hoo-eee! That was a right powerful strike there. But now it's yer turn to hit back."
"With pleasure!" I tell Joe, a determined smile spreading across my face. The Allo has retreated back to its side of the Battle Area, and is watching Aeros with hate as a horrible whirlwind in its eyes.
"You'll do good from here. Just do like I showed ya an' you'll be fine." Joe tells me.
"Aeros, Wind Blast on Allo!" I say, pointing at the Allo again. Aeros throws his head back and roars, making the shock waves hit the Allo again and doing sixty-five damage.
"Hot brand iron! That Allo seems to have calmed-" The Allo instead pops its eyes open, jumps to its feet, and releases its roar that echoes and vibrates my skull.
"I think fighting was a sign of aggression!" I say, the Allo beginning to surge towards us. It knocks Aeros right out of his path, and I planet my feet firmly in a horse stance, my head turned to the side to watch the Allo.
I suddenly look beyond the anger.
Past the anger and aggression that make a burning tornado in its eyes, is a vast, dark ocean of sadness and abuse. White capped waves of neglect atop waves of loneliness, and a depth made of hurt, deeper than a boundless abyss under a gray sky of misdirection.
Wait...That's it! I think, an idea popping into my head. I suddenly dash towards it, my hand going into my backpack.
"Xavia!" Todd yells. "Don't shoot it with one of your ray-gun-thingies!"
"Get back here!" Joe yells to me. "That thing'll swallow ya whole!" The Allo opens his mouth wide, the sun glinting of his daggers-of-death teeth, and I skid to a stop in a stop, my hand flying out of my pack.
In it, is a sack lunch.
The Allo stops, closes his mouth some, and looks at me with confusion. I smile, and pull out a ham and lettuce sandwich from the brown paper bag. I then hold it out to the Allo. He looks at me, then the sandwich, back at me, then the sandwich. I out it out a bit more, and the Allo carefully takes it from my hand, careful not to harm my hand, and swallows the sandwich. His marigold eyes soften some, and I pour the water from my canteen into his mouth as well. He swallows it, and I give him some pieces of jerky to eat as well, making his eyes turn into a soft, kind marigold rather than the angry, bitter golden-red fire.
"You're just a big softy one the inside, ain't ya?" I ask, gently patting his snout. He nuzzles it, and shrinks down to where he's the same height as me. He then lick me, making me laugh and hug him head. "Yeah...who's a big, rough and tough vivosaur?!" I ask. It's lying on the ground on its back as I rub its stomach, much to its liking.
"...How...How did ya know that...?" Joe's completely befuddled and perplexed on how I knew how to help calm the Allo.
"Xavia has a gift." Todd tells Joe. "She can look a living creature in the eye, and figure out a lotta stuff about it. It's weird how she describes it though; she's always talking about stars, shifting, swirls, whirlwinds, wildfires, tornados, whirlpools, oceans, webbing frosts, glowing, clouds, stuff like that." Joe looks at me in surprise.
"Is that...?" He asks me as I stand up, the Allo doing the same.
"Yes sir." I tell him. "I don't know how I do it. I just...can. But, a person's eyes tell me a lot about them, stuff the casual observer couldn't figure out unless told. Like you." I tell him, pointing at him. He blinks with surprise. "I can tell you're a good person from yours. They swirl and shift with adventure and softness, they have a kind twinkle in them, but have a small flow of boyishness."
"...What 'n tarnation does that last part mean?" Joe asks, puzzled.
"Well, it tells me that you're so naive that you've yet to have your first romance." I tell him happily. Joe's face goes red, and his Ptera bursts out laughing.
"That-! That ain't true!" Joe exclaims.
"He's lying." He Ptera says. "He always goes 'That-!', 'I-!' or 'Well-!' when he lies.'
"PTERA!" Joe exclaims. Me and Todd laugh harder.
"Joooooooe!" Ptera whines. Joe just hangs his head.
"Don't worry Joe." I tell him. "I'm no blabber mouth. It won't leave this spot! Ever!"
"..." Joe looks up at me to see my smiling face. He smiles. "Thanks pard." He tells me. The Allo runs over to him, turning into a medal, which Joe catches. I go over and retrieve Aeros' Dino Medal from where it landed, then walk back over to Joe and Todd, who seems to have quickly recovered from his ailment, and is now beaming with excitement.
"You ran that Fossil Battle like a pro Xavia!" He tells me in his high-pitched voice of squealing excitement. "You're awesome!"
"Thanks!" I tell him. "But..." I suddenly take a step forward and point my finger at him accusingly. "I thought you had a burnin' stomach ache!"
"Huh?" Toss asks, blinking. "Oh...it...went away..." He smile awkwardly. "But who cares about that? I don't!"
"Well you should, it's your stomach." I tell him.
"This Allosaurus was abandoned by some cruel Fighter." Joe says sadly. We look at him to see him looking at the Allo's medal in his hand. "Reckon that's why he had his shorts in a bunch...Red ain't gonna be too happy 'bout this."
"RED?!" Me and Todd both exclaim.
"Red Ranger?! The man who stopped the world from being eaten by a giant space-tadpole-monster-alien-thing when he was ten?! THAT Red?!" I ask, my arms waving around in excitement and shock.
"Yep." Joe tell me. "He's a real nice feller. He's got dark gray hair and deep blue eyes. He's 'bout twenty-five now, an' is happily married to Rosie Richmond. I've never seen two people love each other so much...But, back to the Allo...Vivosaurs need to be with Fossil Fighters they know they can trust. If they're abandoned, they go feral an' their true nature emerges. That's why I'm here actually. The Fighter Association asked me to round up some rouge vivos." He suddenly facepalms. "Aw shucks. Where are my manners?"
"In bed." Ptera tells Joe. Me and Todd laugh as Joe shoots Ptera a glare, who just happily smiles in return. Joe just sighs, and looks back as us, a wry smile on his face.
"Well, y'all already know this, but I'm Joe Wildwest and I'm a Fossil Fighter." Joe tells us.
"I'm Xavia Adven!" I tell Joe happily. "Todd and Sarisa sometimes call me Gadget Girl though, since I got a lotta thingamabobs, gadgets and gizmos. Todd's my best friend, and Sarisa is my college roommate and non-related big sister!"
"I'm Todd Monte!" Todd tells Joe. "Xavia's my best friend in the whole world! We always cheer for you when we watch your matches on TV! Our dream is to become great Fossil Fighters just like you!" Joe laughs, flattered, then looks down some, his eyes closed.
"Aw, shucks. You small fries are gonna make me blush." He tells us, his eyes opening, a light blush and a shy smile on his face.
"To late for that!" I tell him. Wow...I bet a woman would go crazy if they saw him with this look on his face, with the light blush and shy smile. Joe's smile widens.
"But y'all oughta aim a little higher." Joe tells us. "Don't try to be as good as me...Try to be BETTER!"
"Sir, yes sir!" Me and Todd both say saluting, making Joe smile.
"Well, I s'pose I should see y'all home, but I ain't quite done with my job yet. I've still got one more vivo that needs rescuin'. But y'all seem pretty capable, so I trust y'all can make it home." I suddenly remember Aeros' Dino Medal in my hand.
"Um...Mr. Wildwest?" I ask, holding it up.
"Please, call me Joe. My Pa is Mr. Wildwest." Joe tells me.
"Uh...Yes sir, Mr. Joe." Joe just widens his smile.
"Just Joe." He tells me, patting my head. I smile.
"Yes sir." I tell him. I hold up the Dino Medal again. "Here's Aeros' medal."
"Aw bacon!" Joe exclaims, looking at the medal.
Bacon? I wonder, the delicious taste entering my mind.
"I up done forgot 'bout 'em!" Joe continues. He reaches for the medal, which had a sad look to it, since the gleam and shimmer refused to grace its surface. Joe instead folds my fingers back over it into a fist. "Tell ya what Xavia. What say you keep it as my way of sayin' thanks fer th' help?" A gasp of shock escapes my lips, and I hug Joe again.
"Thanks Joe!" I tell him, a big smile on my face. Joe hugs me back.
"Aw man!" Todd says. Me and Joe look at him. "If only my stupid stomach hadn't started hurting..."
"Todd, all stomachs are stupid! After all, they don't have brains!" I tell him. Joe smiles, and kisses my forehead. He then stands up, me and Todd looking up at him.
"All right, small fries." He tells us, his wide smile on his face. "If you love yer vivos and share their passion for Fossil Battle, y'all can accomplish victory over any foe!"
"Yes sir!" Me and Todd both say, nodding. Joe's smile widens.
"I look forward to th' day y'all both become proper Fossil Fighters." Joe tells us. "But fer now, I gotta mosey on down the trail." He does a two finger salute. "Adios!" He then turns, and walks down the trail.
"Bye!" Todd calls, waving.
"Thanks for saving us!" I call, waving as well. "And thanks for..." I suddenly realize I haven't named the Aeros. "...Thanks for giving me Sky Spine!" I call. We watch Joe until he disappears into the forest, on his way to more adventure.
"Wow!" Todd says, breaking the silence. I look at him, slipping Sky Spine into my side pouch. "We just got advice from Joe Wildwest himself! No choice now Xavia! We HAVE to become Fossil Fighters!
"YEAH we do!" I say in agreement, a big smile on my face.
"Yeah, I know you want it bad. But not as bad as me!" Todd says. "Next time we see Joe, we're going to full-fledged Fighters!"
"You bet your bottom dollar we are!" I proclaim in agreement. We clasp hands.
"Fossil Fighting...HERE WE COME!" We say in unison. Something from earlier suddenly pops into my mind.
"Oh...Hey Todd?" I ask as our hands fall back to our sides.
"Yeah?" He asks.
"WHAT THE DINO MAN?!" I suddenly roar, making him jump some. "No! Go after her! She's guaranteed to live at least ninety years!"
"...Eh heh heh?" Todd softly laughs nervously, smiling awkwardly and scratching the back of his head. I crake my knuckles.
"You're guaranteed to live at least ninety seconds more." I tell him.
"GEEEEEEYYYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH HH!" Todd shrieks, running away from me down the mountain as fast as his slender legs will allow.
"GET BACK HERE VEGGIE BOY!" I yell chasing after him, shaking my fist.
I yawn, and jump under the red blanket and white sheets into my bed. My hair is down, falling to the small of my back, and I'm wearing a black t-shirt and red plaid shorts. I put Sky Spine on my night stand, right next to my bed.
"Good night!" I tell him.
'Good night.' He tells me, his voice a tad sleepy. As it turns out, we have a mental connection that allows us to talk to each other. It took me half an hour to calm down from how amazed I was. I turn off my lamp, lay down, and stare into the swirling, shifting darkness, which has some blue light from my digital clock. I fall into a restful, deep sleep...
A woman punching a man.
Darkness, and the sound of a heart beat.
A black and very dark royal purple, floating castle.
Darkness, and heart beat. Faster this time.
A man trying to subdue a woman.
Darkness, the heart beat.
Armor begin forged.
Darkness, the heart beat.
A pyramid made of stone.
Darkness, and the heart beat.
A dinosaur's roar of victory.
Darkness, and the heart beat.
A floating ziggurat-like structure in a storm-cursed sky.
Darkness, and the heart beat.
Light. Blinding, bright blue light, shooting up from the structure, piercing the sky.
Darkness, and the heart beat.
The images...They replay, with darkness and a heart beat cutting them off. The speed increases.
The heart beat grows louder...
Like a long forgotten, fevered dream in the middle of a summer night...
A throne room.
A grey floor with a blood red rug going from the door to the throne, crystal chandeliers hanging from the high, vaulted ceilings held up by pillars, black as night. A throne made of blackened gold with dark royal purple pillows.
Tall...broad-shouldered...thick with muscle...a powerful air around him...He's...blurry though...as if he were from a horrid nightmare, the kind you want to forget no matter what.
A flash like an icy blade in moonlight appears in his eyes, which were as blue as ice and even colder.
An evil...horrid grin...
Sharp, long teeth that shine like ivory...
"Xavia..." He whispers. His voice was that of power, evil, and of a twisted fiend...yet...alluring...smoother than oiled glass...the words rolled right off his tongue, he had the kind of voice a person would do anything just to hear him compliment them "The child of the Stars...Light...Goodness...Beware for yourself...for I shall see to your doom...
And you cannot stop me."
"Agh!" I exclaim, shooting up in bed. I hold my blanket and sheets in both my hands, and I pull them up to cover my mouth, and my eyes look around the room. Nothing out of the ordinary. That dream...it was so...life-like...And...I remember it. ALL of it... I grab my baseball bat from the foot of my bed, put on my red and black football helmet, and crawl back under the covers, hugging my base ball bat.
...What in the WORLD did I eat?
AN-YES! I felt like I just had to put her thinking that. XD
Xavia: YES! What did I eat?
Red: But still...
Magma: Red, you have your own story that's 63 chapters long...
Red:...good point. *leaves*
Magma: Whelp, mah readers, leave a review and you will receive a muffin from Xavia!
Xavia: MUFFINS ARE EVIL!
Magma: I KNOW!
(seriously, muffins are evil. I one on New Year's morning, and I was sick until five in the evening.)
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