At heart, I am a nature loving, historically enthusiastic, artist and writer.
The Dragon's Daughter
From the first moments, Aiyana knew she was in a dream. The quality of her senses clued her in - some things were practically indecipherable, whereas others were far more clear than in the waking world. She could see and feel every blade of grass beneath her feet. She could hear every breath of wind rustling the trees around her. She could feel the warmth of the sun on her skin, but when she looked up to the sky to bask in its glow her vision was met with an indecipherable canvas of colors.
“I’m not quite sure how I survived…” I began to recount my tale for what felt like the thousandth time. After so many re-tellings, you don’t really think about the words before speaking. It just sort of comes out - like a plane on autopilot, or one of those self-driving cars, or the train I just survived.
There weren’t always dragons in the valley. They generally tended to keep to themselves in the mountains, not concerned with the comings and going’s of mortal men. But things were changing. The fabric of the world was changing - the warp and weft near breaking. It was time for the ancient magics to return. The old ones had seen this coming, an inevitability. Ancient alliances were crumbling. A darkness, an evil of word and deed was creeping into the world. It had been subtle at first, barely a whisper. But they could hear it, they could see it. Ad so, they journeyed down from the mountains.
You ruined me...
Dear Mom, I love you, but you ruined me. You and dad forced me to become an adult when I was just nine years old. I know you didn't necessarily think that's what you were doing. You thought you were saving my soul when you pulled me out of public school, deciding to homeschool me. You called yourself my teacher, but you weren't. I taught myself from the textbooks we managed to scrounge up, most of which were painfully outdated - I think the most recent one was at least ten or fifteen years old.