This is the thirteenth illustration from my book The Dragon and the Onion Girl. Please let me know what you think.
Gabriel and the Black Candy Circus: Chapter 3
“Geez, Rachel, do you think you could have taken any longer in the shower?” Gabe growled teasingly.
“It wasn't me that set the microwave on fire! Plus, I wanted to look my best and I wasn’t in there that long,” I retorted. Despite his pessimism, I knew he was excited; he had never been to a circus before and neither had I. To be honest, I was a little worried we weren’t going to make it in time.
After about fifteen minutes of Gabe’s infuriatingly slow driving we were almost there. The map on the back of the pamphlet said it was at the high school’s old football field. How hard could it be to find a football field in the middle of nowhere? Regardless, we still had a little trouble finding the place. It was about 6:15, which meant we had a little less than fifteen minutes ‘til the show started. We decided to watch the show, then find the Manager and have talk with
Gabriel and the Black Candy Circus: Chapter 2
Eight Years Later
“Fire in the hole!” The demolition charges went off and the entire end of the building caved in, having lost all its support. I could feel the powerful vibrations surging through the earth as tons of steel and drywall came tumbling down.
The sun would be up soon; a faint glow could be seen on the horizon of the quiet residential district of Philadelphia.
My name is Gabriel Krieg. I’m twenty-six years old and a part of the demo team for a construction company that builds and renovates hotels. It’s a demanding job and the hours are rough, but the pay is hard to beat.
“Hey Gabriel!” yelled my boss. He was standing at the far side of the work yard. “I need you back tomorrow to help me out with the south wing at five! Can you make it?”
“Sure, Joe, see you then!” Jo
Gabriel and The Black Candy Circus: Chapter 1
Gabriel, my older brother, cheered as the front door of my house swung open to let me in. I stepped inside, glowing with anticipation. I was beginning to think that my eleventh birthday had been forgotten altogether. Sure, one of my friends at school remembered to wish me a happy birthday, but that was hours ago and the school bus had only just dropped me off at the edge of our property. After walking a ways, or really sulking, I stopped to feed the horses and other critters that my family had collected over the past couple of years.
We had a lot of animals, including two horses, four dogs, six chickens, and one very large pig who was about to give birth to piglets. My friends said it was a lot, but my family had plenty of room, seeing as my dad also loved living off the land.
“How can you live off the land if you don't have any?” he would say, though I think he just
The Dragon and the Onion Girl: Chapter 6
I’m sorry to say that it wasn’t Lorain. It was Lora. Empress Lora. I know this because the King in the funny looking hat said so. After he and the Empress walked out, he gave a big speech, and in that speech he introduced the woman as “Empress Lora”.
At first, Sprite thought he had heard the name wrong. It took Greta almost an hour to calm him down and try to convince him that what he was seeing was impossible. Now, keep in mind that Greta’s eyes were not quite as good as Sprites, neither was her nose. As such she had only his word to go by. He had started to doubt it himself at first but then he remembered her smell, and all doubt faded away. “There is no way. That had to have been Lorain.” He thought.
In the end Greta decided it was best for them both to seek an audience with their new Empress. As for Sprite it took him a great deal of self-control to not force his way th
The Dragon and the Onion Girl: Chapter 5
For the first time in his life, Sprite missed the smell of onions.
Walking away from her like that was probably the hardest thing he had ever done. Several times as they traveled, Sprite was tempted to just turn around. To go back, and beg her to forgive him. But every single time something stopped him. For the next three days neither he nor his teacher spoke or ate. They just road, and road, and road.
The only time they ever stopped at all during those first few days was to give the horses a chance to rest and graze. They couldn’t keep that up forever though, and neither could the horses. Eventually they stopped and set up camp.
When they did, Greta got right to work on a fire before asking Sprite to catch them something to eat. Five minutes later, Sprite was walking back with a full-grown buck slumped over his shoulder. As he made his way back into the campground, Greta couldn’
The Dragon and the Onion Girl: Chapter 4
Down. Down. Down. Sprite plummeted. His wings would not open. The wind rushed passed him and the ground rushed up toward him. No, he had no wings. Why did he think he had wings? Sprite awoke drenched in sweat. Having only just escaped that strange dream. He sat up right and noticed Greta sitting next to him. She locked eyes with him and the seriousness of it all sent shivers down his spine.
“What…?” he started to ask.
“Do not speak. I will explain in a minute. But first I must know how you feel.” Greta reached over to a bowl of stew. “Are you hungry? You’ve been asleep for a while now.” She added before handing him the bowl. Sprite was ravenous and he accepted the soup gratefully.
He had just managed to shove down one mouthful when he noticed his injured forearm. At least he thought it was injured. All he really saw was the bandage wrapped loos
The Dragon and the Onion Girl: Chapter 3
Considering how world changing the news about his parents was, I think Sprite handled it pretty well. I mean, sure he had a thousand unanswered questions and he didn’t get very much sleep last night but still. At least now, he knew the truth, and though he certainly didn’t think so, his parentage made him a lot more special then he realized.
The very next day, when Lorain came to meet him at the gate, he didn’t even look up let alone speak. Lorain of course didn’t notice any of this at first, though it wasn’t entirely her fault. Sprite, as I’m sure you’ve noticed by now, has always been kind of quiet. Eventually though, the ever enthusiastic child realized she was being ignored.
“What’s your problem?” she demanded, still not picking up on his gloomy disposition.
Again, he did not meet her eyes. Finally the air head of a girl realize
The Dragon and the Onion Girl: Chapter 2
Onion Soup. That’s why they stank so bad. The blacksmith made onion soup for him and his daughter every night. Sprite discovered this when, as a thank you for saving her, Lorain invited him to have dinner with them. Of course he refused but this was only the beginning.
Before, Sprite’s daily routine had consisted of: wake up, do chores, work at the forge till noon, then head back home for schooling, and of course swordsmanship training with Greta. But now, ever since he had saved the onion girl, she would be waiting for him at the front gate every morning.
What’s worse is she would walk beside him on the way to the forge. At first Sprite would walk extra fast in order to make it harder for her smell to cling to him. It took him almost an hour every morning just to wash the odor out his clothes.
What’s even more amazing i
The Dragon and the Onion Girl: Chapter 1
This story begins just like any good fairytale. It begins a long time ago, in a faraway kingdom, in a land much like our own. Also like any good story, this one has a hero. In particular, a boy without a past, and a future he could not have dreamed. Also, he isn’t quite a hero yet, and he will have to do quite a bit of growing up before he can properly earn that title.
It was a late afternoon, in the heart of fall, when this seven-year-old boy first set foot in the village of White Brook. A few years back, the settlement had been little more than a small hunting outpost. In more recent years, though, it was getting big enough to almost qualify as its own town.
On the day the boy arrived, he did not do so alone. For the last five years of his life he had been watched over and cared for by Greta, the knight, who he simply called teacher.
After having traveled many days and many nights, t