Notebook's Amulet

by Notebook Scribble

Rating: teen
Tags: Drama, Second Person, Adventure
Length: 647

Just a little peek at what a later character can do in my story, if it get's any likes, i'll release the rest of them

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2016-09-16 03:43:30 UTC

Notebook's Abilities

A lone stallion stood in a moonlit field, surrounded by abominations of shadows, crazy wide eyed monsters who serve the Nightmare. This colt simple gave a simple smirk as a gold amulet with a red gem in the center, was taken from his vest, and he placed it around his neck and and it glowed faintly, and his eyes flashed. The things moved in close, and the amulet flashed again, and a torrent of flames erupted up around the stallion, bathing him in golden flames, blasting and incinerating some of the dumb ones, the others standing back.

When the flame puttered out, Notebook now had gleaming golden armor, flames seemingly moving around in it, creating red, gold, and even blue wisps to come off of it. His eyes were closed, but he slowly opened them and showed his eyes now radiated flame, his sockets filled with a golden glow. The monsters screech out in defiance, more appearing, answering there horrid calls, and Note just smirked, and his horn glowed, and swung his head in a downward motion, materializing a golden spear, it’s tip set ablaze with blue flames, and the rest seeming constantly shifting, made of flames, and he swung it through, letting loose embers, and it became more solid, a long spear, it’s tip molded into flames, making a wicked tip.

He gave a look at the shadows, them started receding from his bright glow he was radiating.

“Heh, hardly seems fair~”

He yelled out, aiming his spear at the nearest beast, and fired a bolt of flames, disintegrating it to nothing. They screeched and surged forward. Note quickly slammed the hilt of his spear into the ground, sending a large shockwave of flames, killing some more off, and he flew up, and swooped down, sweeping his spear at any shadow that moved, slicing, stabbing, and even throwing, his spear.

Notebook noticed more were coming, and he landed, and raised the spear to his face, looking into the weapon with concentration, and his form flickered, like a candle flame, and two copies of him split away from Note, one yellow, and one red, and a third leapt up into the air, flying, flickering with blue flames, and all three attacked when he lowered his spear at the growing mass. He leapt into the fray himself, giving out a battle cry, and he speared the first one, it yelling out, and he lifted into the air, and slammed it back into the ground with a large splat, and he sliced two more in a large swing, and blasted another with a fireball.

His red copy had gotten a couple, and was fighting back to back with Yellow, while Blue breathed flames at anyones that got to close in the air. After about twenty minutes of fighting, the last shadow was dissipated, and the three colors slide towards Note and form into his body, giving him a warm rush.

Before he could give himself a pat on the back, the puddles of what’s left of the monsters, were shifting into a large mound of distorting...beings. It reared up into a wicked beast, with large legs, with claws seemingly made of solid steel, it’ also silver teeth glistening in the moonlight, it’s single yellow eye staring down at the colt, and it let out a mighty roar.

Note smirked, and raised his spear, flames circling around him, until it engulfed him completely in flames, and he rose from the ground, the flames solidifying into larger wings, his horn growing longer, and his mane and tail seemingly made of embers, and he stared the beast in it’s one lifeless eye.

“No one can bring the heat…”

He swung his spear down, sending a wave of flames at the beast, pushing it back a few feet.

“Than ME!”

He charged, embers flying around as he raised his spear...