A story I thought I would work on because currently I'm running dry on Joy the Nine ideas. There will be slight gore, and some light swear words. No strong swear words used. Cover art coming soon, maybe depends
If there's one word I'd describe my brother with, it'd be parasite. No, he was even worse than a parasite. I hate him and I will hate him forever until the end of time.
Ever since I was a child, he pushed me around, hoarded attention from MY OWN parents. The stuff he wanted from he, he would steal. Whenever he's bored, I'd be his favorite toy. A punching bag for his pack of lowly scumbags. The attention was for him and ONLY for him, while I can only sulk around in my own corner, watching this atrocity of a human being.
The lightning and thunder, they don't help me much. The rain will stain my boots, my clothes, my everything. And he, will destroy, my life, my will to live, my everything.
And I loathe that.
One day, I will overcome him.
Just you wait
Chapter 1. Crashing In
"Haha gottem!" Sunn said as he flung a crowbar with full force at a rival dragon rider, making the trainer slingshot right off from the back of the ShovelHelm he was riding as blood spewed out of his shattered and ugly maw. A few clusters of yellow teeth can be seen flying out of his mouth as the droplets of blood spilled half way.
Sunn grinned with satisfaction whilst looking back at the fallen rider, the wind whipping furiously in his face as he flew alongside the rest of his gang in vast underground city.
Twisting and soaring through the dark tunnels, the wind blew his hair like a storm, and he zoomed out from the opening of the cave to the rest of his gang. They rode their dragons in a swift and furious flight as they commanded their dragons to shoot at the rivals, who were all falling down one by one. Another teen boy rose up in front near Sunn's dragon and soared beside him in a slow circle, before speaking.
He was practically yelling, the wind battles with his voice, "You keeping up to it, Sunn!?" His voice was half muffled, but Sunn seemed to understand him perfectly.
"Ha! I'm doing better than ever, Ian!" With that, he urged his Bold Boulder to fly on a bit faster, and when a rival gang member cornered him with his ThornRidge, Sunn's Bold Boulder shot a blunt fireball straight into its face, knocking the rider out in an instant. Sunn clenched his fists in victory, "Haha yess another one!"
"By the way, I'm TOTALLY gonna win now, I already got like, two rider down, you better hurry Fish Mouth Boy, or you're gonna be buying me lunch today!"
Sunn always liked to call his best friend Ian Devoni "Fish Cheeks Boy," but that was a story for later, right now, they were in a intense competition, to see who could knock out the most rival gang members.
"Ha, already ahead of you Mr Prideful, guess what, I have FOUR gang members down already. Beat that dude! You're totally gonna take that back when you cram those dragon pepper into your mouth!" Just when they were laughing their heads off, a pitch black Skrill and it's rider appeared before them.
The menacing eyes of the dragon and it's flowing electricity shot from its jagged spines and head crest. The rider that sat on top of it growled slightly.
"What are you two doing? Get back down there and help us win! Can't you do anything but be useless, Sunn Golding?" With a gruff twist, he dove down swiftly in a rage, the Skrill shrieking its victorious battle cry, the roar echoing off the cavern walls.