pictures of characters

So Manda and I created some pictures of the characters, and they're totally hilarious! Ray and Toby look very similar, but they are, in fact, different. So none of them look EXACTLY how we immagined them, and Senora doesn't look ANYTHING like we immagined her, but otherwize, they're pretty good.

Toby

Talia

Senora

Rynor

Ray

Owen

Miri

Felicity

Lilly in human form

(hahahaha she looks so stupid)

Khyla
(without glasses)

Kippur
(without glasses)

Dameon

Brynna

Armatti

(at a younger age)

Charles and the Nostril of Doom

At the time I wrote this, Kezron was a new idea, and in school, we were doing stuff with esop's fables. Well, I changed up "Belling the Cat," to "Corking the Dragon," or "Charles and the Nostril of Doom."

Charles and the Nostril of Doom

Bang! Bang! The head mouse hit his gavel against the pebble the mouse council used as a pulpit. “Now Charles will speak.” He announced. A particularly small mouse stood up and took the floor.
“We have a problem,” he said. His voice was small and squeaky. “The dragon Kezron, whose cave we share, won’t stop roasting us! We all know he doesn’t mean to, but he kills hundreds of us every day!

You already see that Fredrick, Robert and Rodriguez are absent today, that is because they are dead. I propose we stick corks in his nostrils! Then he would try to blow through them, therefore building up pressure, which would eventually make him explode!”
A mouse in the back stood up. “There is one flaw with you’re plan. Who will do it?”
“I hadn’t thought of that.” Charles admitted.

Another mouse, Ferdinand, stood up. “Since Charles thought of the idea, he should be the one to do it.” The whole mouse council agreed. So they gave Charles a cork and he bravely marched out of the mouse whole, into the giant lair of the mighty dragon.
Although Kezron was only the size of an average house cat, he looked huge to Charles.

He was fast asleep. Charles scampered up the dragons leg, onto his back, down his neck, across his face and over to the nostril of doom. He pushed the cork in. It was a perfect fit! Quickly, he ran back down for another cork. He repeated the process on the other nostril. But the moment the cork was in place, Kezron’s eye’s flicked open.

The dragon stood up. Charles held onto the nostril for dear life. Kezron huffed and puffed and spun in circles. Charles was having a hard time holding on. The dragon sat down and picked the cork out of the nostril Charles was not hanging onto. He took a look at it and flicked it across the cavern floor. Next he plucked Charles off, studied him for a few seconds, and decided he was safe to eat.

With that, he popped him into his mouth and nobody ever saw him again. Kezron made the decision that he liked the taste of mice, and ate the whole mouse counsel. On top of that, he ate the whole mouse colony, and lived happily ever after.

Kezron and the Seven League Boots

Kezron and the Seven League Boots

Everything bout Kezron was magnificent and majestic: from his razor-sharp teeth to his graceful wings to his dark-blue scales. All of these made him stand out among the dragons. Yet the most outstanding thing about him was his size. Kezron was about two feet long, including his tail, and one foot tall from the bottom of his feet to the top of his head. But nevertheless, Kezron owned the biggest hoard in all Availia, and was constantly adding to it. He had recently acquired the Holy Grail, and now he was setting out to find the boots that could take one seven leagues in a single bound. But as usual, the neighboring dragon to the west, Verosion, had them. Presently, she was much, much, MUCH, bigger than Kezron. In fact, she was so large that Kezron could fit comfortably in one of her nostrils. He had accomplished this feat in his last adventure to obtain the Holy Grail.
Kezron’s size was actually an advantage to him. For no other dragon could fit through the entrance of his lair, and therefore, he didn’t have any need to worry about reptilian thieves. Only the stupidest of two-legs dared to enter his cave. He usually scared them off. Even though he was small, he could produce a flame so fearsome that it could scare the zits of Verosion’s nose. She had quite a few of these, for she never washed, resulting in her lair smelling like dirty dragon. Trust me, you don’t want to know what that smells like.
Mighty winds always tried to push Kezron back down Verosion’s mountain as he flew up: but not this time. He had devised a method that would enable him to stop worrying about winds, and focus on the scheme instead: simply fly over the treacherous mountain, avoiding the gusts of air by flying above them. This is exactly what Kezron did. Closing his wings flat against his body, he plummeted toward the entrance to Verosion’s lair. The stench of dirty dragon filled his nostrils as he peered in. There she was, asleep on the ground, with the boots on the opposite side of the cave. As quietly as he could, Kezron fluttered over to them and picked them up. Unfortunately, he hadn’t noticed Verosion’s trap. She usually slept so soundly that if a dozen elephants were to bellow right in her ear, she still probably wouldn’t wake up. Okay, maybe Kezron was exaggerating a little on that. Whatever the case, Verosion was getting irritated of always being asleep while Kezron stole things from her hoard. She was fed up with it and decided to do something about it. She was always pretending to be asleep, waiting for the slightest sound. Now she heard Kezron and her eyes flicked open. Kezron spun around. She had caught him red-handed. Verosion got to her feet. Kezron slipped the boots on his wings and flapped.
Nothing happened.
Verosion laughed. “Foolish baby!”
“I’m no baby! I’m a full-grown dragon. Actually, I might even be older than you! So ha!”
Verosion chuckled again. “Whatever you are, you’re a fool; an insult to the dragons race. The boots only work on feet! They can take you seven leagues in a single step! Not a single flap. Now give them back to me and I will let you leave unharmed.”
“No! Never! I will have the biggest hoard not only in Availia, but on Earth, too!”
“Stupid rodent. Dragons don’t exist on earth.”
“I’m no rodent!” Kezron defended himself. “And in that case, I will have the biggest and most valuable hoard in all Availia.”
“You amuse me, rodent.” Verosion’s voice was smooth and sounded like what a vampress might sound. Then her smooth tone changed abruptly. “Give me the boots!” she demanded.” When Kezron refused, she lunged at him and grabbed the boots between her teeth. With them went Kezron. He fell out of the boots and into her mouth, then down her throat, whole. Verosion spit the boots out of he mouth and lay down, thinking that she would never have to deal with that little snack of a dragon again. But oh was she wrong.
Inside Verosion’s stomach, Kezron was thinking up some kind of a strategy to get him out of there. First he banged against the walls of Verosion’s stomach, but to no avail. He was like a firefly in a bottle. Then he had another idea. Verosion was about the farthest thing away from human in size, in fact, she was to big that one of her dark-purple scales would be as big as a human head. But as far as Kezron was concerned, he brain was just as small, if not smaller. He could use the same technique he used on human visitors. Gathering up all the air he could inside the stuffy cramped area, he blew out a wicked flame that scorched the sides of Verosion’s belly. Although dragons’ mouths, throats were fireproof, and their scales protected their skin from heat, their stomachs had no protection whatsoever from flames. This, mixed with Verosion’s stomach acids, didn’t make her feel to well. Kezron felt her turn upside down and clutch her stomach, then get up, then lay back down. Finally, he felt walk to the back of the cave and…
Kezron flew out of Verosion’s mouth, coated in bile. Verosion looked so surprised to see Kezron that she almost fainted. He grabbed the boots that were lying on the ground just as Verosion reached out a finger bigger than Kezron to pick him up. It curled around his body and squeezed, but he didn’t let go of the boots, he wouldn’t, no, couldn’t. Then he had another idea. Although Verosion’s purple scales were strong and would not let fire harm her something else could. Even though Kezron was small, he was not week. One she never underestimate anyone. This is what Verosion did. Kezron was actually much stronger than thought possible for his small form. In fact, he could have lifted one of Verosion’s feet. Now he used his strength. Dragon’s scales protrude out of their skin like a human’s hair, or birds’ feathers. The only difference is that the scales are attached much more securely in place, and it would hurt much more if they were ripped out. Dragons do shed their scales with age, and that doesn’t hurt. Verosion was missing quite a few on her nose, fingers, toes, tail and near her eyes. But I won’t get into that right now.
Kezron moved the boots into his mouth, so he was griping them between his teeth. Then with all his strength, he grabbed hold of one of Verosion’s bigger scales. Kezron knew Verosion was a big baby, not to mention a wimp. She cried at cat scratches. He used this against her. Pulling with all his might, Kezron removed the scale from the grip of her skin. Blood started gushing out and he heard Verosion yowl. She dropped Kezron and seized her wound, just as she always did. Kezron retreated with the boots, watching in amusement as Verosion threw a fit and whined over her lost scale. He happily flapped his way back to his cave, knowing he was safe until he went on his next quest: using the boots.

Kezron The Dragon

Amoung the many characters in Horse Feathers is Kezron the dragon. Kezron is one of my favorite characters for more than one reason. He is a load of fun to write and almost as fun to read. Anyway, I started writing short stories about Kezron that had to have happened long before the characters in Horse Feathers showed up. I've had some of my best time writing with these, and even got a few of them published in my school newspaper. Kezron even has his own folder on my laptop and his own email which I use for all of my Horse Feathers stuff. If you have a question for Kezron, or just would like to speak with him, email him at kezronthedragon@gmail.com.

Kezron and the Holy Grail

Kezron flew leisurely over the Enchanted Forest. He had lived in peace for years. That is, with the exception of the mice that put corks in his nostrils, thinking it would stop him from roasting them. But he had taken care of them. Now, not a single mouse dared to enter his lair.
He had the biggest horde in all Availia, even though he was only the size of an average housecat (not including the tail or neck, which made him seem taller and longer than he really was). He was now scheming how to get the Holy Grail. It just happened that Verosion, the dragon that lived just west of Kezron and was much, much bigger, had it. All the dragons in Availia wanted it. When Kezron stole something from another dragon, that dragon never saw the artifact again, as the entrance to his lair was to small for any other dragon to fit through. Now Kezron was on his way to the lair of Verosion, the huge, dirty, vicious purple dragon.
Kezron fought against the mighty winds that tried to push him back down the mountain on which Verosion lived. He was determined to get the Holy Grail. Finally, he landed in the mouth of the cave. The big purple dragon, Verosion, was sleeping on the ground with the grail clutched between her teeth. If only he could make her sneeze. Then the Holy Grail would go flying out of her mouth and into the blizzard outside her lair. That was a good idea! Kezron flew over to Verosion’s snout and studied it. She was missing some scales here and there, and there was a zit the size of Kezron’s head right next to her nose-horn. She was so big that Kezron could have easily fit in one of her nostrils, and that is exactly what he did. Careful not to wake her, Kezron climbed into one of Verosion’s nostrils, and sat down. He flapped his wings a few times, tickling her nose hairs. He felt her shift slightly, and flapped harder. Yes! She was… oh no! She woke up. Verosion swept in one mighty breath through her nose, which almost sucked Kezron into her nasal system, and blew out in a giant sneeze, sending Kezron and the Holy grail flying out into the storm. Kezron was covered in snot and shivering in the cold. He watched the Holy Grail fall into the snow below him. Plummeting toward the ground, he didn’t lift his wings to cushion his landing. Poof! Snow covered him. Frantically, he groped about in the snow for the grail. There it was! With a sudden surge of energy, Kezron burst out of the snow. But unfortunately, Verosion was now out of her lair, seeking him. He flew eastward with all his might, Verosion in hot pursuit. She grabbed hold of his tail just before he reached the safety of his lair. He threw the grail into the small opening. It was safe! But Kezron wasn’t.
Suddenly, he turned around and poked his claw into her zit, popping it. She yowled and let go of Kezron’s tail. He flew into the safety of his cave. Now he wouldn’t have to face Verosion again until he went looking for the Seven League Boots.

Horse Feathers

Since I was 12 years old, I've been working on a fantasy novel called Horse Feathers. It has now been turned into a series, which is coming along nicely. They have not yet been published, though I'm working on it. With everything I do, I must give credit to my writing mentor, Rebecca. Also, my good friend Amanda is collaborating with me on this series. If you are interested in reading Horse Feathers or any of the other books in the series, email me at kezronthedragon@gmail.com. If you would like a sample of my writing, I will be posting one on here soon.
~Megan