I'll Make It PrettyDot couldn’t help frowning sadly as she looked at Wakko; he looked utterly miserable. Not that she could blame him, of course. Having a broken ankle undoubtedly sucked, though she was glad to say she’d never had one.More Like This
She rolled her eyes at the memory of how he had almost cried from the pain on the way to the hospital, all the while insisting that he was fine. Why did guys never want help when they needed it? Her amusement was quickly replaced by pity when she remembered how Wakko’s face dropped when the doctor said he’d have to stay off it for at least two weeks. Of course, to a Warner, that might as well be twenty years.
A heavy sigh escaped her brother as he slumped back in the chair, staring gloomily at the bulky cast on his foot. It was weird to see him so subdued. Dot wrinkled her nose… if she had to wear an ugly thing like that for two weeks, she’d be depressed too. It wasn’t even colored, just plain old boring white.
As she looked at it
A Knight in Stolen Armor Pt. One"My God! Look at that," breathed a young man with raven hair. "How spectacular!"More Like This
The clash of armor was barely audible from where the three boys stood. Above them, two great nations tore through each other's armies. Knights adorned in gold and silver rode upon the backs of great winged beasts. Griffons with thick amber manes squealed toward their bat-like enemies. The black, leathery fiends were quick, striking the noble warriors off their saddles.
The raven-haired boy turned his icy- blue gaze from the battle toward his stunned friends and smiled.
"Well, what are you two lazy thugs waiting for?" he shouted. "Edmund! Take the horses to the rocks over there and tie them down out of the way! Red, come with me!"
"Are you nuts!" cried the smaller boy named Red. The first boy was already standing in the field just below the bloody sky. "Damian! This is suicide! And for what? A few gold coins? Edmund"
He called for the third boy but he was already tying the horses down out of earshot.