Just a short story thing I was working on based off the LEGO stories me and Quinn used to play-out when we actually still played with our LEGOs. It's not finished yet, and I'm not sure when I'll get around to it, but yes! Lol.
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“So, Luke, when's the 'big day'?”
“What 'big day'?”
“You know, the day.”
“My birthday?”
“Yeah, man, are we gonna parr-tty or what?”
“Yeah, man, are we gonna parr-tty or what?”
“Danny, I'm turning six, I don't even get to stay up past 7:00 pm. I take naps.”
Danny smirked, a mop of brown hair covering his verdant eyes; a camouflage green-and-brown T-shirt, and cut-off jeans, and a 'I rule the world' grin more or less perfectly explained the seven-year-old prince, though by looking at him, you'd never guess he had royal blood. No, he looked more like a backwoods redneck with a really good tan; a goof-off young boy that thought he knew more then he did. He carried a small dagger with a emerald hilt at his belt in a husky leather holster—not something you saw on most kids that should be still getting bedtime stories and watching cartoons. But Danny was son of the infamous Danial Johnson, a son of the King of their kingdom---Chainlink, ruler of Dragondust.
With a practiced smirk, and a talented raise of the left eyebrow, Danny said, “you've gotta have a party! What is a birthday without a party?”
Luke shifted his hands in his coat pockets, shaking his head with a sigh. “I am having a party, Danny, just not that kind of party. Not a grown-up party. My mom says I'm much too young, she---”
“--Also makes you take naps! Naps! That's so for four-year-old’s, like Toon! Come'on, Luke, you have to admit that's pretty extreme, even for your parents.”
Luke was slighter, and more delicately built compared to Danny, who had a fleet of warriors in his bloodlines. Luke had fair blond hair, thin and easily combed, unlike Danny's, which stuck up in tangles all-over the place. Luke's last name was Davis, and he had eyes just like his mother's: a deep brown with a line of reddish-amber along the lower half of the iris; already lanky, with long arms and hands, he stood around seven inches taller then Danny, who was nearly two years older.
Luke wore a black undershirt, and a brown, comfortable jacket with two holes in one sleeve; he had dark blue jeans, and brand-new sneakers with red laces.
“My mom's the one who tells me to take naps---my dad's cooler then that. My mom just---”
“--Thinks you're a baby! You gotta break free, Luke! Show her you're a man! Ask for a trip to the Zoo on your birthday.” Danny's smirk smoothed over into a excited grin, “I've heard the Zoo is awesome!” he gushed, “and no way would any sissy baby go there! They have lions and tigers, and---”
“--Bears, oh my?” Luke added dryly. Danny looked at him, mollified.
“Oh heavens, no. Luke, did you watch the Wizard of Oz?”
“Um, yeah, haven't you?” Luke winced as Danny shook his head violently, his eyes wide. “Of course not! That's a girl's show!”
“I have a older sister....”
“And I have a younger brother! We're even! Dude, you've gotta let me help plan your birthday party. Let me go with you to talk to your mom and dad! Come'on, we have to stop this sissiness before it goes too far....”
Luke shrugged, confused by his friend's opinion on that matter. “Fine then. She's inside.”
The two boys were standing on the front-lawn of what was a considerably futuristic house compared to the rest of the Kingdom's rural territory. It was shaped more like a triangle then a box, and had a roof of black shingles, and the walls were a pale green, with brownish bricks, and stylish windows. The sidewalk led along rows of well-groomed flowerbeds, filled with blooming pansies, daisies, and well-pruned white rosebushes. On the porch was a swinging bench, and two rocking chairs made of mahogany wood and brush twine. The door had a white frame, and was surrounded on each side by a slip of bubbly glass that shone from the inside with glitters of the hall light.
Compared to most of the Dragondust Kingdom, Luke Davis Sr's house was a fancy-boy's work; the Dragondust Kingdom was traditionally cut off from the modern world, so that the magical creatures and human half-bloods could stay hidden from Mortal eyes, and weapons. Though while the Other Siders were hidden from mortals by lengths of extended wild lands, independence, and magic barriers, they still fought amongst themselves, living in a whole 'nother world, so to speak, hench the title 'Other Siders'. Not many purebred Mortal humans found their way onto the lands of the Others----and survived it by chance.
Though Others did travel into the Mortal realm at times; in fact, many of Luke Jr.'s and Danny's family resided in the cities and countries of Mortals----some didn't even know of their magic bloodlines, and some were uncover.
It was a intricate system, and still is, though both Danny and Luke thought they had more important things on their minds at the current time.
They entered the house, to stride upon mahogany wooden floors, cleaned and polished to a deep reddish sheen; pictures hung on the walls, and the hall twisted off into a open living room after a yard or so. A cabinet and low, rectangle mirror stood under a group of photographs, perched on a ceder mantle near the doorway. One picture showed Luke Davis Jr. as a month-old baby, and in each of the other pictures was a photo of his parents, and his older sister: his mother, Fireflower, and his father, who's name he shared; then there was Shyann, his sixteen-year-old big sis, who's long blond hair was streaked with crimson in the photo, her smile self-contented.
Danny had been in the house before, and knew his way around. Without hesitation he brushed past Luke and strode with much purpose for a seven-year-old into the living room, to be confronted with a fancy European-style rug, two sofas, and a large plasma TV.
Luke Sr. hovered over a bunch of papers at a desk in the far corner, beside a couple stacks of DVDs and CDs. He didn't look up as Danny barged in, followed by Luke, who glanced up the stairs farther down the hall for his mother, who trotted down them a second later.
“What're you boys doing inside?” Fireflower chirped in her motherly, bright voice; she wore a billowy orange shirt with red glitter formed on it in the shape of a budding vine---the color matched her eyes, which glinted a amberish hue under the artificial light that filled the house; her shirt was tucked in at the bottom, so it hung loosely on her limber body, and her long black pants were etched with fake rubies, flaring out slightly over flashy, crisp auburn heels. Combined with those, and her long legs she stood like a willowy tree over Danny and Luke, granted, one with vivid red lips and professionally-applied make-up.
But that wasn't what made Danny stare at her a little longer then was polite---no, it was her new hair style; her long blond, burgundy-streaked hair had always been tied back in a bun, but was now straightened down to its full length, and hung like a sheet over her narrow shoulders; against her forehead was a circlet with ruby and yellow beads, engraved with black markings, knotted in the back against her hair, which was entwined with various beads here and there.
“Oh my goodness, you look like a hippy,” Danny blurted, eyes widened as he tipped his head back to look at her better. When she raised her eyebrows, he added, “well, except for the pants...and shoes, though are shoes right?” He grunted, pointing at the dangerous plastic articles.
Before he could put himself in more trouble, Luke got his friend to stop talking by elbowing him sharply in the chest, and looking endearingly at his mother. “Uh, hi Mom, we were just coming to talk to you and Dad about my birthday party.”
After a moment of looking back and forth between the two boys, Fireflower smiled again, warming up. “Oh, yes, I and your father have been discussing it also.” She glanced perkily over to Luke Sr, who looked around, and nodded quickly, his gray eyes falling on the two boys calmly.
“We have decided, that if you'd like...” she flashed her perfect white teeth, “we could take you and a few friends to....the bowling alley!”
“Cool!” Luke gushed, his eyes wide, but Danny elbowed him, and the eager boy fell silent abruptly, remembering the Zoo. “Uh, actually Mom. We---I, want to go to the Zoo.” He straightened himself, and tried to act firm, and decided.
Fireflower blinked, taken aback. “But you love the bowling alley! Why do you want to go to the Zoo? You know, it has dangerous animals---and all so smelly!” She grimaced, and somewhere behind her, at his desk, Luke Sr. rolled his eyes. “Hunny, you know Zoos are not in fact of any danger to kids!”
“But the lions! And those gorillas!” She nearly swooned, her eyes wide with disgust as she imagined them. “Those big, lumbering, hairy, smelly apes! Ouh! They remind me so of Han.” She scratched her right arm with manicured nails. She looked at Luke, biting her lower lip, and Luke Jr. instantly took on a pleading, puppy-dog look, giving up the tough-guy act. She gave a small, sad sigh. “Okay, if you really want to go there....Luke!” She snapped suddenly, spinning around on those tall, thin plastic heels to stare at her husband. “I want you to call the local Zoo and get reservations for a birthday party!”
“Yes dear...who's?” His gray eyes were calm when Fireflower waved her hand above her head drastically. “Your son's!” Danny knew he didn't imagine it when a tongue of reddish flame flickered across her fingers.
Luke Sr. nodded, slowly. “Of course, dear, I'll take care of that soon as I finish this paper...” he tapped the lined sheet of paper, scribbled with diagrams and words that Danny couldn't make out.
Fireflower clicked her tongue against the back of her teeth, satisfied. “Good, I'll call Leia and Arrow to let them know...” she looked at Danny, “I'll let your mother know also later this afternoon when we have lunch.”
“Okay,” Danny scratched the palm of his hand absently, eyes glowing as he glanced at his friend, 'we're going to the Zoo!' his gaze said eagerly.
“I think we'll do this Saturday...” Fireflower walked away, heels clopping on the mahogany wood floors, she turned around the corner of the hall and went back up the stairs, hand sliding along the way, still talking to herself, things like: “birthday cake...snacks...Zoo tour...avoid the gorillas....”
When she was gone, Luke Sr. looked back at his paper, and Danny and Luke Jr. left the room, and trotted out of the house, slamming the door behind them.
“Dude, we're in!” Danny exclaimed soon as they were clear of the narrow porch.
Luke nodded, grinning. “Yeah dude! Now wait...my mom is going out for lunch with your mom? I didn't know that.”
“Yah, but that doesn't matter. They always go out to eat together.” Danny's ruffled bangs flicked across his forehead as a breeze blew briefly, bringing with it the scent of lemons and freshly cropped grass.
“But where are we going to eat? I thought we were eating at your house---and you know my dad can't cook, man.”
“We'll just have to eat at the castle, I guess. You know Blaaz is staying there? Roger told me this morning, apparently his mentor came down from the mountains with him, and her daughter.”
“How long is he staying?” Luke raised his eyebrows.
“I don't know, let's go find out!” The two started down the drive, and towards the towering castle peaks in the distance over the treetops.
