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Wildale Glades Chapter 6

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    Chapter 6: Hanson on Ice



    The journey took about six and a half days. They traveled through the rest of Mag into the very large forest that separates the center of Wildale from the coasts: Ringakou, named that way for the way it COMPLETLY and unbrokenly encircles the Graceohta Plains, East Graceohta, and the Great Bungai Drylands, all found in the center of Wildale, which is about 1.5 times as big as the US. Anyway, they made it through the thick forests and made it to the Cryoaire Coldlands.

    Now, they are on the main mountain in Cryoaire's mountain chain, Mt. Colhuu, where, according to the map and what information Hanson knew, lay the frost dragons' den. It was about eight days since they left the red dragons' den, and it was late afternoon. They decided to take a standing breather a certain height up the mountain.

    "Brrr...Man, sure is cold," Jessie commented.

    "Thank goodness for fur," added Evan.

    "W-would you sh-shut up?!" Hanson asked testily.

    Evan looked at him. "What's wrong? Cold??" he asked, innocently.

    "Gee," shivered Hanson, glaring at him, "ya think?!" He was holding his arms, the action barely visible beneath the wings folded around his body like a cloak in order to try and prevent heat loss. He was cold. "Look," he told them, "I'm a red d-dragon, and-d I'm not u-used to th-the insane levels of c-c-cold you're used t-to." He sneezed.

    "Okay then...Well, you think we should make camp and a fire?" Jessie, concerned, asked.

    "N-NO! Let's *achoo!* go on," Hanson replied, and began to continue on up the mountain. Evan and Jessie look at each other, then the dragon, then each other again.

    "That's it. You're not going any further until you can go along without having to shiver that much," Evan said firmly, and both of them grabbed him (who was too cold to care) and sat him down on the cold but not yet snowy path. Jessie stayed with the now cooperative dragon while Evan collected firewood(Jessie couldn't use Root Raise to create wood like she does normally to start a fire because the pine tree roots weren't as thick here).

    Soon, a fire was burning, and Hanson unfolded his wings at last. He thanked them and apologized for being stubborn and foolish to try going on when he was clearly not fit to travel up the mountain farther when he was so cold. He smiled at the warmth of the fire.

    "There's supposed to be a rest house up ahead with winter gear. I'll get a big coat for you and I think a coat for each of us in case we get too cold wouldn't be a bad idea. Okay?" asked Evan, holding open the map to a list of shops and other similar establishments in the area. The map was actually very good, thus why it was so expensive. Hanson nodded, and Evan folded the map, looked at him once more, and went briskly up the path.

    Later, he was a total of about ten Gnats lighter with three coats in his arms, two medium and an extra-large. He gave one medium to Jessie, kept the other, and handed Hanson the biggest coat. It fit, but only after Hanson had to put some wing-holes in with his sword.

    "Thanks, Evan," he said, squeezing his wings into the wing-holes he made. He pointed forward up the mountain after he put out the fire. "Now, onward! For great justice!!" he exclaimed, and they all laughed as they went up the path.

     ~*~*~*~*~*~

     It was about sunset when the group found a place to make camp that evening. It was bare ground, surrounded by pines, with conveniently-sized stones lying around, perfect for a fire ring. An ice pond (they had entered the ever-snowy portion of the mountain) lay nearby, and it looked about a foot or two thick.

    "Well, well, well! We've got ourselves somewhere to have our morning exercises," said Jessie happily upon looking around. They always did a few warm-ups in the morning before setting off again.

    "Yeah, a little ice skating wouldn't hurt," Evan added. He turned to Hanson, smiling. "Well, you going to skate, too?" he asked, again innocently.

    "Uhh...How about...NOT IN A MILLION YEARS!!" he growled, grinning slightly at the thought.

    He changed his mind, however, the next morning, after being pushed on the pond by force.

    "Uh, guys?" he asked, standing perfectly still, lest he slip. "Dragons aren't supposed to ice skate, you know...?" He looked at his comrades with a look of unease. The two furries, already on the ice, looked at each other, then him, then a devilish smile crept slowly onto their faces. Hanson's eyes went wide, pupils shrinking, as he realized what they were going to do.

    "Oh, God, no..."

    "Oh, God, YES!!"

    *PUSH*

    Hanson went sliding, yelling, and flailing every limb for stable ground. He eventually fell, face first, onto the ice. "Ow..." he said as he pulled his face up. His large, muscular front had saved some pain, but his long snout had still hit the ice. He held his muzzle.

    "Come on, you can do better," teased Evan, who was doing a few backward paces. The rest of the hour was spent by showing how Hanson could skate, with many laughs and angry chases(ending in more falls). He never did get it.

    They eventually left up the trail when they were done, or ran, as Hanson, with solid and stable ground, searched for revenge. They finally reached the largest mountain's cap by nightfall, after much scaling. In fact, they had even found an extremely large cave on a ledge they went onto after becoming lost.

    "Phew..." Hanson breathed.

    "Geeze!!..." Jessie collapsed on the ledge.

    "Finally!" Evan leaned into Unaga.

    Hanson walked over to the cave in front of them. He'd spotted it yesterday evening, although it was as small as a pebble at that time, and judging from the fact it was so visible at that much of a height determined that to be the frost dragons' den. "Come on...Let's go in..." he panted, beckoning to them.

    "Cant we...rest first?" asked Jessie, Evan simply nodding in agreement.

    "They might...let us sleep...there..."

    "But...Oh...fine."

    They wearily got up and followed him in. The cave was icy cold, and when Hanson slipped and fell, he grabbed a torch he had made from the pine surrounding their campsite last night, and ignited it. To his dismay, they found that the entire tunnel was covered in slick ice. "Why me?" he muttered, and they carefully went on.

    After a time, they finally reached the huge marble-white double doors, lit by torches with what seemed to be blue flames that gave off no heat. By now, it had gotten cold enough that Evan and Jessie had their parkas on, too. Hanson was getting only slightly chilly, after figuring out how to raise his internal temperature with the help of his fire bladder.

    "Man, don't they just use normal fire? Freeze-fire's just...Gah!!" Hanson grumbled, putting out his torch by sticking it inside his mouth now they had light.

    "Well," asked Evan, "how do get in? I think you have to be a frost dragon to open this." Hanson ignored him and stood before the doors. He turned his head to the others.

    "These guys are expecting us, so if we just tell them it's us, they should let us in," he reasoned to them. It was true; Teno'cal had sent a message to the frost dragons after Hanson and the others left his chamber that they were coming soon. Even though Hanson wasn't notified they'd expect them, he, being a dragon, knew that dragons usually didn't accept help from outsiders even if they needed it dearly unless they were notified beforehand. In fact, that's just plain old common sense:  If they aren't on the list, they can't participate.

    It's this method that contributed to Hanson's madness in what he did next:  He opened his mouth very wide, breathed deeply, and...

    "OI!! IT'S HANSON MAVISCO!! I'VE BROUGHT JESSIE SUCONCHI AND EVAN TRANSKATE!! TENO'CAL SENT US!! NOW OPEN UP!!" After the echoes subsided and the ringing in everyone's ears began to leave, the doors opened slowly.

    Two towering, light blue dragons were drawn into view, holding their ears.

    "You know," rumbled one, in a voice like that of red dragons, but somewhat sounding like every word was surrounded by ice, "you didn't have to speak that loud." The group came in, Hanson apologizing.

    "Yeah, now hurry up and go on to the main hall. Down the corridor," the other said. They stepped aside, and the three walked onward.


Whoo...That was quite a typing...it took up 3 pages in WP when I was typing it up!
Here ya go: CHAPTAH SIIX!! Yay! Anyway, this is just a randomness-type chapter, and I finally figure out (kinda) what on Earth is the average time thing for travel. Also, in the original, I had them start in a town smack dab in Flayfield, then two and a half days later get halfway up the foot of Mt. Colhuu. Don't get what I'm talking about? Take a look at my map I have up here, and you'll see. Yeah, you'll see, all right. Anyway, enjoy all the humor I packed into this chapter!!
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