Dragon Cave Chapter 12

The Adventures In Dragon Cave Book 1: Dragon Cave

By Sophia

Read the full book so far here.

Chapter 12

They stepped inside, and Charlie blinked as he adjusted to the light. He was very surprised.

For one thing, the house was way bigger than the tree it was in. Another reason was because everything was some shade of violet.

In one corner, there was an indigo stove. Against the back wall were a purple dresser and a lavender bookcase, and a closet with clothes of varying shades of-can you guess?-purple.

Charlie was speechless. Then Chai went to her closet and pulled out a small purple mattress and a blanket, and handed them to him. “You can sleep here.”

Charlie put the things down near her bed. Then he got onto the matress and pulled the blanket around him.

Chai turned off the light and got into bed, too. But Charlie couldn’t fall asleep. He lay awake, thinking.

Finally, for apparently he was not speechless anymore, he said “Chai?”


“What if we never find my friends? I want to see them again. And I want to help stop Cassandra. I’m very grateful for your help, but. . .will it be enough?” he asked hesitantly.

“I’m certain we will find them.” Chai said. She sat up in her bed, and looked down at him. She was glowing again. The light lit up her face, making her even prettier, if that was possible.

“One day, four years ago now, I guess-I was eight-I went on a walk through this forest. I went on walks all the time back then, but this one was different. I discovered that six of the trees are hollow. I decorated each one in one color of the rainbow, and took care of them.

“There used to be a community of faeries who lived in Hummingbird Forest. I was one of them.”

She paused, and suddenly wings appeared on her back. They glowed, too. They were a beautiful sky blue, and they fluttered back and forth, as if they had a mind of their own.

She continued;

“Every forest has a Guardian Fairy. They take care of the forest, and make sure it is safe. It is an honor to be the Guardian. When the last Guardian of this forest, my mother, passed away. . .I became the Guardian. I was eleven.”

“I’m so sorry.” said Charlie.

“It’s not your fault.” Chai said.

“What about your father?” Charlie asked.

“Don’t have one.”

He decided not to ask further, and waited while Chai paused, thinking.

“Soon after I became Guardian, Faeries started leaving the community. I guess they didn’t think I was a good enough Guardian Fairy or something, I don’t know, but they left and went to other forests. Soon I was alone.

“And then, several weeks ago, a dragon named Soseri came passing through Hummingbird Forest. He told me that he was very impressed at how well I was taking care of my forest, and then. . .he essentially told me what he told you, about Cassandra, and how me and another kid were going to stop her.

“He also told me to stay here, and wait. I’d know what to do when the time came. And then he disappeared. I was confused, then, but now, after listening to your story-I know that we are the two people who will save the two worlds from Cassandra’s spell.

“So that’s how I know we will find your friends. And how I know we’ll defeat Cassandra. With the two of us working together, you don’t need to worry. Soseri would not choose us if we couldn’t do it.”

And after they had talked about it a bit more, and then said good night, Charlie could think of plenty of reasons to worry.

But he decided to trust Chai, and though it took a while to fall asleep, by the time he was dreaming, he didn’t feel very worried after all.



R.O.Y.G.B.I.V.-What It Means, Why I Think People Put In The “I”, and Why It’s Wrong

R.O.Y.G.B.I.V. stands for the colors of the rainbow-Red, Orange, Yellow, Green, Blue, Indigo*, and Violet.

*I will explain about this later.

You say it roy-gee-bihv.

Well, what’s wrong with that? you say. Each one is a color of the rainbow, right? WRONG.

In a color wheel, as you learned when you were little:




So what makes Indigo (I)? Well, B+V=I. But that doesn’t make a new color. Indigo is just a shade of Violet, so we don’t need it.

R.O.Y.G.B.I.V. should just be R.O.Y.G.B.V. , but you can’t say that very well, so that is why I think it’s called R.O.Y.G.B.I.V..

I rest my case.


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Dragon Cave Chapter 11

The Adventures In Dragon Cave Book 1: Dragon Cave

By Sophia

Read the full book so far here.

Chapter 11

“Yes.” said Bashlie, who had stopped talking to the snails to see what the commotion was. “What is your wish?”

“I wish the the Wigbug would be able to get back to his colony without getting hurt.” said Charlie.

And then all of a sudden, the Wigbug was flying through the air. Then he landed with a soft bump in the group of the little cats.

But now all of the Higgleysquigglers were screaming those terrible, high pitched screams.

Rose went to calm the red Higgleysquiggler. But as she went into its hole, it grabbed her with its mighty tail and would not let go!

Charlie grabbed Rose’s hand and tried to pull her out of the hole. But he couldn’t get her out, and he fell into the hole himself.

The giant worm released Rose and then grabbed Charlie, giving Rose the chance to escape. Then it shouted right in Charlie’s face “You bad, bad boy! You stole our dinner! I’ll make you pay for that!” Then it swung Charlie around and around and around and around…

The next thing Charlie knew, was he was flying. He saw Dnalsnogard pass by in a blur beneath him. He landed with a loud crash. And then everything went black.

When Charlie woke up, the first thing he saw was a girl looking at him. She looked about his age. She had golden-blonde hair and creamy, light skin. But the strangest thing about her were her eyes-one brown and one green, just like Charlie!

Charlie thought she was the prettiest girl he had ever seen. 

“Are you all right?” she asked. Her voice was sweet and melodic.

“I-I think so.” Charlie said, pulling himself out of the ground. “Where am I?”

“You are in the Hummingbird Forest, in the eastern part of Dnalsnogard. But who are you? And what happened?”

Charlie told her his whole story.

“Wow.” the girl said. “My name is Chai. I think the first thing you need to do is eat, and then rest. We can search for your friends tomorrow.”

“You’re going to help me?” Charlie asked. “Of course!” said Chai. “You think I’d just leave you here?”

Charlie shrugged. He didn’t know what to think. Until he met Soseri, no one had ever been nice to him before. Well, actually, he did have a memory of two very kind people coming to the orphanage, a man and a woman. They had dark brown skin, and hair just a bit lighter than that.

They had treated him like an actual human being, instead of like a stupid brat like everyone else did. Then they left, promising they’d come back.

They did, twice more. They picked up some paperwork the first time, and filled it out.

But the second time they visited, they’d looked really, really sad. And they’d filled out more paperwork and left.

He’d never seen them again.



“Did you hear what I was saying at all?” said Chai.

“Sorry, I was thinking.” said Charlie. “Could you repeat that?”

“I said I’m going to make a fire and then get some food.”

“Oh, okay. Thanks!” he said.

Chai then gathered some wood and made a pile. She said a few words in a different language and snapped her fingers. Sparks, and soon fire, appeared on the pile. Pretty soon, it was a full-on blaze.

Chai slipped off between the trees and disappeared.

The sun was setting, and it cast a golden glow against the dark shapes of the trees. Charlie sat down on a tuft of grass next to the fire to wait for Chai.

In a few minutes she was back with some plants and mushrooms, and two woven bowls and utensils carved out of wood.

Then Chai wrapped the food up in a big leaf and put it on the fire. When it was cooked, she gave Charlie a bowl and utensils and took the others for herself. She put half the food in each bowl.

Charlie tried it hesitantly, he had almost never had vegetables or mushrooms. It tasted a bit spicy, and fragrant, and Charlie soon realized it was the best meal he’d ever had.

Soon they had eaten all the food. Chai put everything away in a tree and put out the fire.

“Come with me to my house. We can sleep there.” Chai said.

She pointed to a large redwood tree. Its dark leaves blocked out the moon, making it pitch dark except for a few inches all around Chai. She was glowing.

She placed her hand on the tree and said a few more words in the same language she had said before, when she made the fire.

She took her hand away, leaving a white hand print on the tree. It soon faded, but in a moment, a crack appeared in the tree! It grew bigger and bigger, and finally it became a door, which swung open.

Dragon Cave Chapter 10

The Adventures In Dragon Cave Book 1: Dragon Cave

By Sophia

Read the full book so far here.

Chapter 10

They were all walking (well, except for the Higgleysquigglers, who jumped), and pretty much bored out of their minds, when suddenly, Charlie heard a small sound. It sounded like a minuscule loudspeaker!

The voice coming out of it said “COME ONE, COME ALL, TO THE SNAIL RACES!”

There was muted applause, like the sound of clapping with gloves on. Charlie looked down at the ground and saw about forty five tiny snails using the back part of their foot to slap the ground, which, apparently, was how they clapped.

There was a podium with the commentator, a large snail who looked as if he had eaten a lot of lettuce leaves in his day (this is a polite way of saying he was extremely overweight) sitting there, and to Charlie’s astonishment, there were five racing lanes with five snails lined up, ready to race.

These lanes had taken exactly forty seven hours, twelve minutes, to set up, in case you were wondering.


After each name, the snails slapped their tails against the ground. “ARE YOU READY TO RACE!” shouted the snail.

The crowd responded enthusiastically, slapping their tails so hard it made a sickening sound.

“ON YOUR MARK, GET SET, G-” The snail cut off, and a split second after that, all of the snails ducked into their shells.

This was because Bashlie’s shadow had fallen over them, and, thinking it was a bird, they had gotten scared and hid.

Bashlie tapped the fat snail’s large shell, and said “Who are you?”

The fat snail immediately started crying, and saying “Don’t eat me!” over and over.

“It’s all right.” said Bashlie. “I won’t eat you.” She began talking to the snails, and asked them to join the group.

The Wigbugs were making quite a fuss, saying “Wigbug!” over and over. Evidently, they were bored, and wanted to continue on the adventure.

The Higgleysquigglers were jumping up and down, and finally, all of them jumped so hard they made holes in the ground and fell into them.

Nobody came to take them out, and so they screamed and shrieked. They were ignored, and so to get attention, each one grabbed a Wigbug and pulled the cat into its hole.

The rest of the Wigbugs shouted “Wigbug!” and ran away.

Since they did not have arms, the giant worms simply coiled around the Wigbugs they had captured.

The tiny cats who the freakish worms had captured squeaked in terror and squirmed.

“Yum, yum, yum!” said the Higgleysquiggers. “Time for dinner!”

“No!” cried Charlie, lunging at the nearest hole, which contained the yellow worm and a Wigbug. He didn’t really like the Wigbugs, but he didn’t want them to die!

Charlie grabbed the cat and pulled.

Rose sprang into action. She leaped into the hole with the green Higgleysquiggler, stamped on its tail, grabbed the Wigbug, and jumped out.

You see, when Rose stamped on the worm’s tail, it released the cat for a second, allowing Rose to save the Wigbug.

The worm let out a gruesome, high pitched scream as Rose reunited the cat with the colony, who were huddled away from the holes with the worms in them.

Then she went to the blue one’s hole.

Meanwhile, Charlie tried the same tactic.  He stamped on the yellow worm’s tail, grabbed the cat, and leaped out. Then he returned the Wigbug to his colony, and stamped on the orange worm’s tail.

Soon, Charlie and Rose had returned the cats from the orange, yellow, green, blue, and violet worms back to their group.

All of the worms were screaming, except their leader, the red one.

It still had a squirming Wigbug in its grip. Charlie jumped into the hole, stamped on its tail, grabbed hold of the cat, and…found that the Higgleysquiggler was still holding on to the Wigbug.

No matter what Charlie did, he could not get the Wigbug out.

But then he had an idea. “Bashlie, can you grant wishes?” Charlie asked.

Hi There! I’m Back!

Hello everyone,

Hi there! I sure have missed blogging.

But I do have a good excuse for not posting for two months:

I wrote and directed The Miraculous Six, a musical, this summer.

It was so much fun! But I literally had NO time for ANYTHING else.  So, sorry about that, but I assure you, I will keep going on Spirals of My Imagination, and of course, The Violet Snail.

So anyway, just thought I’d let you know, and also…I’m still writing Dragon Cave, so be on the lookout for the next chapter, coming soon! 🙂


Dragon Cave Chapter 9

The Adventures In Dragon Cave Book 1: Dragon Cave

By Sophia

Read the full book so far here.

Chapter 9

The group of creatures-Charlie and Rose were the only ones who were humans-walked on and on, until they came to a meadow.

“Hey!” said Rose. “Do you hear that?”

Charlie heard it also. It was a strange sound, like squirming, and very hard to describe.

There were several holes in the ground. By several, I mean exactly six. Charlie had counted them.

Suddenly the first hole started to shake. A giant red worm popped out. He had a red whistle around his neck. He blew it, and cried “Cometalliosus!”

Then the five other holes began to shake, and five other giant worms popped out, all different colors: orange, yellow, green, blue, and violet.

The red one, which was their leader, Charlie could tell, blew his whistle. “Troops, assemble!” They all got in line behind him, first orange, then yellow, green, blue, and lastly, violet.

“Cometalliosus!” all six cried at once. They were only a few inches shorter than Charlie, and incredibly ugly. The red one spoke again. “Who are you, and what do you want?” It had a most annoying, high pitched voice, that sounded exactly the same as the others.

The three friends told them their story, and asked if the worms would help them.

“We, the Higgleysquigglers, are at your service until the day we die!” cried the Higgleysquigglers-for that was who they were-in unison.

“Let’s go, let’s go!” cried the red worm. The others nodded and all six yelled “Cometalliosus!”

They journeyed on, as fast as they could go, which wasn’t very fast, because the Higgleysquigglers didn’t have legs, and so they just sort of hopped.

Every few feet, one of them would hop too hard and make a hole in the ground, which it would then fall into. Then it had to be hauled out.

Another reason was that there were exactly fifty nine of them, consisting of:

Charlie, Rose, Bashlie, fifty Wigbugs, and the six Higgleysquigglers.

Charlie had counted them. As you can see, Charlie liked counting things.

The group traveled on for several days, until they came to their next adventure.

Liebster Award

img_20180507_0914571666847710“Recognizing bloggers for their efforts is the greatest compliment. The Liebster Award is an opportunity for bloggers to recognize and support other bloggers for their achievements. It’s geared towards blogs with smaller viewership. The Liebster Award is available from January 1 – December 31, 2018. All nominations are voluntary.”

I would like to Thank Froggy Crochet for nominating me.


1. thank the person who nominated you, and post a link to their blog on your blog.

2. display the award on your blog — by including it in your post and/or displaying it using a “widget” or a “gadget”. (Note that the best way to do this is to save the image to your own computer and then upload it to your blog post.)

3. answer 11 questions about yourself, which will be provided to you by the person who nominated you.

4. provide 11 random facts about yourself.

5. nominate blogs that you feel deserve the award, who have less than 1000 followers. (Note that you can always ask the blog owner this since not all blogs display a widget that lets the readers know this information!)

6. create a new list of questions for the bloggers to answer.

7. list these rules in your post (You can copy and paste from here.) Once you have written and published it, you then have to:

8. Inform the people/blogs that you nominated that they have been nominated for the Liebster award and provide a link for them to your post so that they can learn about it (they might not have ever heard of it!)

The questions I was asked are:

What’s your favorite color?


What’s your favorite animal?

Hmmm let’s think about that…snail? 😉 YESSSSSSSSS!

What’s your favorite plant and why?

Probably an aloe plant

When you look at a faucet what do you think?

Conserve water, people!

If someone else was to take over your blog who would you want it to be and why?

I think Carly, one of my very best friends who has the same appreciation for animals I do.

How did you come up with the name of your blog?

For The Violet Snail, I was thinking of different names that included the word snail. Spiraling snail, red snail, tiny snail-and…that’s it! The Violet Snail!

For Spirals Of My Imagination, I remembered the idea Spiraling snail, and I thought: Spiral + Imagination = Spirals Of My Imagination! Bingo!

What’s your favorite bird?


Are you scared of the dark?

No, I like it.

What’s your favorite thing to do in the summer?

Swim in the ocean.

Have you ever been sick on your birthday?

Thankfully no.

Does someone you know share your birthday?

Nope. It would be cool though!

My Nominees:

If you want to be nominated and you have less than 100 followers, ta da! You’re nominated! Just put a link to your post so I can see your answers.

My questions for nominees:

  1. What’s your favorite animal?
  2. What’s your favorite plant?
  3. What’s your favorite color?
  4. Chocolate or vanilla?
  5. What is your greatest accomplishment?
  6. How long have you had your blog?
  7. How many languages do you speak?
  8. Why do you like blogging?
  9. Do you have any phobias?
  10. How did you come up with your username?
  11. You walk for twelve miles. Then you get on a train and travel forty one and one half miles. Then you go on a submarine and travel six thousand and one half miles. What color is the submarine?

My Facts: