Chaminade

Chaminade is not used to Nature. That's not surprising, considering her parents were from a Plague clan. She observes the overly green plants and strange animals all around with distain, but also amusement. Life in the Everbloom Gardens seemed too bright for a Plague dragon like Chaminade, but it was spoiled safe. Sometimes she wonders what would happen if a plague struck the clan.


Writing prompts featuring this character: Chaminade's Play

~The Plague of Everbloom Gardens~
by Chaminade, who doesn't know how to write plays

ACT 1
Scene 1: A large tree

[Tis an averagely warm and sunny day outside, all the dragons art finishing breakfast.]
AVEENA: Who wanteth to wend scavenging the present day?

FIREFALCON: I'll cometh! Fjord, thee should join us. Thee seemeth v'ry jumpy, some w'rk wouldst doth thee valorous!

FJORD: Tush, the present day is a most pleasurable and beauteous day for PEARL CANNONS!!

[FJORD eagerly gestures to a fusty cannon. Dramatic music playeth.]

CADENCE: Thee knoweth that's not safe. Recall what hath happened last time?

[Thither is a contrary silence as everyone grimaces at the memory. ]

MINUIT: (cheerfully) Um, shalt we wendeth scavenging anon?

[MINUIT, FIREFALCON, and AVEENA exit. Everyone else gazes as those folk leave.]

ALASTAR: Yeah! Anon t is timeth f'r the prank! (pauses) Whoops, I hath said that out loud.

DREAMSKY: ALASTAR, THEE SHALT NOT PULLETH ANY PRANKS TODAY. Or i shalt knocketh out thy teeth!

[DREAMSKY looms ov'r ALASTAR dang'rously. ALASTAR is unfazed.]

EILWEN: (tiredly) Dreamsky, halcyon down. I'll keepeth an eye on Alastar.

[DREAMSKY backs down, eyeing ALASTAR suspiciously. ALASTAR blows a raspb'rry and flies hence.]

SEAFOAM: Welp.

[As dragons continueth their chatt'r, CHAMINADE sits in a corn'r, bethinking. She decides to followeth ALASTAR to seeth what dang'rous things that gent's doing. ]

Scene 2: Forest floor

[CHAMINADE flies 'round, looking for ALASTAR. The lady spots that gent and flies quietly into a nearby bush.]

ALASTAR: Misseth, thee sucketh at hiding.

CHAMINADE: Well enow.

[CHAMINADE walks out of the bush. ALASTAR doesn't seemed bothered that she was following him.]

ALASTAR: Behold!

[He digs up a chest. T hast moss growing all ov'r the top. Mysterious music plays.]

ALASTAR:Wanna ope t? t's not a gull. Really.

CHAMINADE: (hesitates) Really really?

ALASTAR: Very much, I swear.

[After some thinking, CHAMINADE opens the chest, and holds up the contents. Thither's two bottles of reddish-brown liquid]

CHAMINADE: What's this?

ALASTAR: Nay idea. Drinketh t!

CHAMINADE: Of course not, thee daw!

[The bushes rustle as EILWEN arrives. She sees CHAMINADE with the bottles.]

EILWEN: What are thee doing with those?!

CHAMINADE: They wast in this thing! [She points to the chest.]

[EILWEN doth take the bottles and studies the chest cautiously. Then the lady puts the bottles back in t and slams the lid did close. Suspenseful music starts.]

EILWEN: Alloweth's did rid of this. Start a fire and burn t up. We shouldn't dealeth with evil f'rces, beest not deceiv'd by thy curiosity!

ALASTAR: Nay way! we knoweth not what t is yet!

[While the two elder dragons did argue, CHAMINADE but soft doth take the two strange bottles back out. The mystery liquid inside seemeth to squirm and jump 'round]

CHAMINADE: I bethink this might be...

[A pearl suddenly hits h'r with a boom. CHAMINADE falls and the bottles shatter, getting the liquid everywhere.]

EILWEN: FJORD! WHAT THEE YOU DOING?!

[FJORD walks in and obs'rves the damageth.]

FJORD: Whoops.

[Thither is a strange silence. The lights colly and the music stops.]

ACT 2
Scene 2: Forest floor

ALASTAR: I suddenly feeleth ill, what is happening?

CHAMINADE:We may has't just releas'd a plague.

FJORD: Nay, yond's impossible! Thither art nay plagues hither!

EILWEN: What's happening?!

[Suddenly the murky liquid swirls upward into the shapeth of a def'rm'd dragon. Lights dim coequal m're.]

EILWEN: AH! T'S THE SPIRIT DRAGON OF BESHREW!!

CHAMINADE: W-What doth thee wanteth, spirit?!

SPIRIT: I hath lived from ancient times, bef're the birth of thy grandmoth'rs and their grandmoth'rs as well! I kicked the bucket from the villainous nature of oth'rs, and has't cometh to seeketh justice! I needeth a host to liveth...giveth me a creature to englut!

FJORD: Liketh a gudgeon 'r planteth?

SPIRIT: NAY! I AM A DRAGON SPIRIT! I WANTETH A DRAGON!

ALASTAR: Yuck, of course not! thou art gross!

SPIRIT: I am showing m'rcy, giveth me a dragon 'r i shall infect the whole garden!

[Th're is silence as the dragons contemplate.]

EILWEN: Alloweth us talketh this ov'r f'r a did bite with the oth'rs. We'll chooseth a dragon and returneth to thee.

ALASTAR: What?! Eilwen, thee no more brain than stone mushrump, why are-

SPIRIT: Silence! T hast been hath said. Returneth by the aft'rnoon, 'r i shall destroyeth ev'rything.

FJORD: I couldst burneth the spirit up, and the beshrew wonneth't did spread anym're! We needeth not any sacrifices!

CHAMINADE: Or we can killeth t with alcohol!

SPIRIT: (amused) Even but now i can still easily scatt'r. Even if 't be true thee dous'd me with alcohol 'r fireth, some gouts of me shall escapeth and did spread! Taketh mine own off'r, t is thy only chance of saving this place!

EILWEN: Thee hath heard that gent. Alloweth's wend. Doth not ang'r t any m're.

Scene 3: A riverbank

FJORD: Colours me, fellow dragons, i regreteth mine own rashness and asketh f'r thy f'rgiveness in a humble mann'r. I desire f'r a peaceful death to us togeth'r.

ALASTAR:Mine own marry! Art we very much going to shrivel and falleth from sickness? I wisheth I hadst did pull m're pranks!

CHAMINADE:Doth not caterwauling, fellow neighb'rs of mineth! ev'rything breathing might not but eventually p'rish, and we has't hath lived comf'rtable liveth with food and shelt'r. Unless we findeth constructeth a planeth to breaketh the evil creature, we shalt all kicketh the bucket!

FJORD: (tragically) Oh nay, wherefore didst this befall?!

EILWEN:Hush, thee mis'rable beings! while thee three w're wailing philosophical notions, I has't hath built up a planeth from the depths of mine own mind!

CHAMINADE:Very much? What is thy secret planeth to destroyeth yond beastly thing?

FJORD: Wow! The brilliant mind of eilwen saves us again! we art did bless to knoweth such a quick bethinking mind!

EILWEN: We shalt buildeth a costume dragon, from the bones from breakfast earli'r, scales from the molt'd skins of s'rpents, feath'rs did pluck off a did hunt bird, and stones hath found plentifully on the f'rest flo'r. Then lodging a de'r in the dragon costume near a fireth, while the spirit feasts we setteth t all on fireth!

ALASTAR: (laughing) Such dissemble'ry! I didn't knoweth thee bethought of such evil plans!

EILWEN: Flatt'r not me, prepareth to w'rk!