Dusty's 8th adventure - Part 3
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Part 2
No title yet, sorry. Working on this in between Zack's story, Bouncer and a few other projects... as well as the mentorship programme.
As ever, FIRST DRAFT spelling, grammar, punctuation etc will not be changed or altered until I go over it as a whole after the story is finished.
HOWEVER, if there are any plot-holes, things that don't work or even suggestions on something I may use, please feel free to pipe up and let me know.
I don't really want 'good post' comments, but rather genuine replies and advice etc. I always appreciate those.
The second part of Dusty's 8th Adventure.
Dusty followed Mr Robinson to another door, it was shaped at the top because the slope of the staircase dictated how high the doorway was.
He turned to grin at Dusty and she saw a glint in his eye that she’d not seen before. When she saw the glint, she realised just how much Mr Robinson needed the treatment he was going for. His ‘usual’ expression held a weight of pain and sickness which made the reality of seeing how he could look a tragedy in comparison.
She couldn’t help but grin at his enthusiasm. “What are you up to, Mr Robinson?” she asked.
“Call me Drake,” he said. “We’re friends now.”
Drake opened the door and stepped back as though revealing the contents of the little pantry.
What she had assumed would be a neat and tidy pantry opened up into the upper landing of a large spiral staircase that Dusty couldn’t imagine would fit under the stairs in Drake’s small house. The staircase was nothing like the staircase you’d usually find leading to a cellar and Dusty wondered where it led to.
“Where on earth does that go to?” Dusty asked and as soon as the words were out of her mouth, she realised ‘where on earth’ was entirely the wrong phrase.
The inside of the pantry looked like it had been carved out of rock and it glowed a deep orange. The pantry, unlike most other pantries, was warm, not cool and would be no good for the purpose of a traditional pantry which was to keep foodstuffs cool.
Dusty looked at Drake and he grinned again. The grin reminded her of someone she’d met a while before. Someone with a wicked sense of humour and an affection for Dusty.
“Would you like to know what kind of pets I keep down here?” he said.
“Dragons?” Dusty said in barely contained excitement.
Drake nodded. “And Basilisks, Wyvern, Cockatrice,” he said. “And if you’re really lucky, there’s a breeding pair of Phoenix.” His eyes gleamed as he spoke about his pets and Dusty could tell just how much he adored them.
“A breeding pair?” she said. “I thought the Phoenix…”
“You thought they recreate from the ashes of their nest?” Drake said.
“Not exactly,” Dusty said. “I thought they die and are reborn in fire, so there’s always only one bird in existence.”
“Ah, I see,” Drake said, nodding again. “Then you’re in for a surprise.”
Drake stepped through the doorway and went down the spiral staircase that seemed to be hewn out of the same rock as the pantry. “Come on!” he said. “You need to be introduced.”
Dusty followed. She had gone beyond wondering what to expect. She knew that she really didn’t have a clue and she went on, willingly, to the next adventure.
She rounded the final corner on the staircase and she realised she was entirely correct in her assumptions. She had assumed that she would never be able to envision the sight that greeted her.
It would seem that Drake’s house stood above a live volcano.
Rivers of lava flowed through fissures in the rock beneath the plateau they stood upon and the vista stretching before them was nothing short of spectacular. On the opposite side of their vantage point, Dusty saw plants and flowers that only grew in such extreme conditions. Fire flowers and living rocks grew in the cracks of the rock wall.
Blooms that glistened and gleamed like jewels, their fruits just beginning to ripen looked delicious and dangerous and she looked around her to see if such fruits grew closer so she could get a better look and perhaps a taste.
Wow!
Good day @michelle.gent
I went through the previous chapters and now i understood how dusty hated the old man but now likes him because of his changed character and wanting to leave the city pleaded with dusty parent for dusty to take care of his pet and now both of them are moving happily.
I will really like to taste the fruit that grows in such extreme condition of drake house standing on a volcano.
Thank you for this chapter.
A house on the volcano is the real estate agent's nightmare.
The story itself made me wonder, what does the Phoenix eat? (I must be hungry, if such questions pop into my head).
I'm hazarding a guess that the Phoenix eats those berries... ;)
I wondered when you would introduce dragons! Love dragons. They adding a new dimension to Dusty's adventures! This makes my morning tea so much more pleasant...
Thank you!
To be honest, I had always wanted Dusty's 8th adventure to be dragons, but I didn't have the how - writing on Steemit has rejuvenated my writing and here we are - Dragons!
Excellent continuation, to be honest, I did not expect that events will develop this way. It's exciting
I do not know why, but it was this small question from Dusty and how she had faltered, made me see her. You make the character dialogues very realistic (despite the fiction). That's how they talk, (pauses, emotions) makes these dialogues unusual.
As I wrote earlier dialogues is your strong point. But the strength of this story is the plot. Dragons are something unusual, but very interesting. We are waiting for the continuation.
And I almost forgot ... if you have time, read my answer to your assignment yesterday.
Thank you
Even though you did not tell me more about Drake's( Mr Robinson) walking sticks as I suggested after I read the part 2, I still enjoyed this continuation.
I wonder however, how possibly Drake and even Dusty would be able to manoeurver such fragile steps without the sticks for stability...
Scoffs...,Don't mind my too much interest in those walking sticks!
I did say in a previous part that Drake doesn't need the stick to walk with - that's what makes the stick so unusual.
Oh, yeah.
More grace to your effort, thanks.
Hi there. You have a good post of story. Thanks for sharing
Although this is just fiction, I am deeply moved by this story. Is there a continuation of this story, mis @michelle.gent?
Thanks mam...
Is its original work..??
adventure story is always interesting...
What do you mean - is it original work?
I thought that would explain what I'm doing... :)
This story is a little more than an idea - there's no plot, no ending yet. All I have is Dusty and Drake and what they're telling me about the adventure.
Very good