I wrote this as a response to Talia’s thread “Extremities to which we have gone in order to send yadagifts”. Basically, it’s what I went through in order to mail off two letters. It was originally supposed to be about three paragraphs but obviously that didn’t work.
Also, I have Part 3 of the Charles Adventures in my drafts but I can’t figure out how to finish it.

I had to sprout wings, which is a painful process, and fly across the border. There were gunmen shooting at me and there were bombs being shot at me. I ended up taking a bullet in the wing and one in the leg. No bombs managed to hit me. I limped through a deep, dark forest filled with dangerous animals and waded through a river swimming with piranhas. I got chewed up but luckily I taste very bitter so the damage was minimal.
So, I’m now I’m soaking wet with water and blood. I’ve got a hole in my wing and leg. I’ve been bitten by piranhas. You’d think it couldn’t get any worse, right? Well, for some unfathomable reason there are mountains across the river. Who knew they could fit all this in a little country town? Anyways, this mountain is frickin’ huge. There are no paths so I have to stumble around trying to find my way. It’s getting dark now. Sadly, I’m unable to fly anymore. My wings are beyond repair.
I hobble a little ways up the mountain and stop. Is- is that a mountain lion? I think to myself. Well, it looks like one. So I stay still and hope it’ll go away. I can’t run anywhere as I’m surrounded by trees and have a hole in my leg. I just stand there as it comes closer and closer. Its yellow eyes stare at me hungrily and then it attacks. My blood is too bitter for even the mountain lion, though. After a few nibbles and one big bite, it leaves me alone.
I begin my trek across the mountain. It’s very slow going and it’s getting dark. I’m so cold. The blood won’t stop flowing so I rip up my jacket and tie up my wounds. I’m feeling a little light headed by now but I can’t rest. I have letters to send!
I trip and stumble over the mountain and finally reach town as morning breaks. But what’s this? THE TOWN IS BEING ATTACKED BY AN ANGRY MONSTER! The townspeople are scared and they ask me for help. I look pretty tough and gritty all covered in blood and dirt. So I tell them I’ll help because maybe I’ll get my letters sent for free.
This monster is huge and mean. He looks really sad, though, and I have an idea. Maybe if the whole town bands together and sings him a song he’ll cheer up. I spread the word and soon everyone is in the town square. People bring various instruments, including pots and pans. I start making up lines off the top of my head and everyone sings them together.The monster is a bit skeptical at first but after awhile one tiny tear rolls down his cheek. He leans down and looks me in the eyes with one of his big eyes and says, “Did you tell them to do this?”
I reply, “Yes, masir.”
He smiles at me and reaches out a clawed hand. He places the hand around me and the townsfolk start to look anxious. I’m not scared, though. His hand begins to glow rainbow. The townsfolk let out a collective gasp. Slowly, the rainbow light begins to make its way through me. I can feel my energy being restored and the wounds closing. It’s a funny feeling, really. A hush has fallen over the crowd and my eyes begin to close. When I awaken, I find myself in the monster’s palm.
“How long have I been asleep?” I ask groggily.
“Only a few minutes,” He tells me with a small smile. I notice that his eyes have gone from a fiery red to a light purple. His skin has also gone from obsidian black to a pale blue. He seems to be doing a lot better. We talk for a bit and he tells me that he had been having a bad day. The roof on his underground home collapsed and it woke him up from his hibernation. He yawned as he said that. He didn’t mean to hurt anyone but his species has a bad temper.
I told him that it’s alright. His home would be rebuilt in time for spring. He looked at me with those sad eyes and said softly, “Where will I sleep?” I told him about a nice cave I had seen on the mountain and he nodded. He didn’t really want to find and new home but if he had to…
I told him thank you for healing me and he gave me a whistle. He said, “If you ever need anything, just blow this whistle and I’ll come.” We hugged, which was quite hard as he’s huge, and he put me down on the ground. I wiped away a tear as he walked away and slowly faded into the skyline. I stood around for some time trying to remember what I came to do. I knew it was important but I didn’t know what it was. Suddenly, I saw the letters clutched in my hand and remembered.
I walked to the post office wondering how my monster friend liked his new cave. I reached it within a few minutes and went inside. There was a long line because everyone was mailing letters about the monster attack. Their friends wouldn’t believe it! I waited in line and finally it was my turn. I stepped up and gave my letters to the man behind the counter. He put the stamps and whatnot on them and I paid. The town was a bit stingy and needed all the money they could get for rebuilding so I had to pay.
As I stepped outside the post office, the sun was setting. It had taken about two days to send off the letters. I sprouted my wings again and, probably because of the monster, it didn’t hurt. I also found I could turn invisible whilst flying so I wouldn’t get shot at. I made sure to check on my monster friend on the way home. He was sleeping soundly with a small smile on his face. I could hear him humming the song we sang him.
I gave him a pat on the head and took off. The fly home was quite nice. The sky was a mixture of colours and there was a light breeze. I didn’t have to worry about the guards which was great. There also wasn’t any wing pain to worry about.
I got home just as the sky was turning black. I immediately went to assess the damage. My clothes were ripped and beyond repair. I was covered in dirt and blood. There were no signs of having ever been wounded, though. I didn’t feel sore and I could move everything.

Looking back, the pain was worth it. It was excruciating but in the end it didn’t matter. I was a hero to a whole town and a sweet monster. That monster and I became good friends and I learned a lot about him. For instance, his name is Robaloffalus and he really likes to sew pillows with cats on them. He is of a rare species of monster that most call Rainbow Lragon. The scientific name is much too long to type and very hard to pronounce.
Robaloffalus also learned that his troubles were worth it. While in the mountains, he met a sweet boy Lragon named Jolaaar. They combined rainbow spirits and found out they were rainbowmates. This is a good thing because combining rainbow spirits is dangerous. If you try to combine with the wrong person, you will both be consumed by a rainbow fire. This fire will burn until not even your soul is intact. That’s why Rainbow Lragons are a rare species.
Robaloffalus and Jolaaar decided to stay in the mountains instead of going back to the town. I visit them at least twice a week. When I’m near them, I’m surrounded by a rainbow aura which instantly makes me feel better. They’ve adopted me as a bit of a brother and told me if they have a kid, not only can I name it, but I can be its uncle. I’ve been told that I have a bit of the rainbow spirit in me. I suppose that means I’m part Lragon. I kind of hope so.
Anyways, this is what I had to go through to mail the letters. I hope you’re all happy with what you get. It was surely an adventure.

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