Dawn Hunter
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A Caller From the Void
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. In fact, the last time Rikart laid eyes on the Valley of Life, it had been a barren wasteland. The ancient riverbed had been void of nature’s vital liquid since anyone could remember. The sandy foothills between the sheer mountain sides were shrouded in dark legend claiming that the only living things to survive its passage were drowned in a mindless madness. Their memories blasted into oblivion by the Valley, legend claimed that only those who ventured into the desolate region learned its true name, and they paid for that knowledge with their sanity. Thus, it had been called Nameless. However, that had been over a century ago, when Rikart was still a young man, long before undergoing the immortalizing trials of the Order of the Paladins. Then, he had staggered through the Valley himself. While the memories of that journey were blurred by time, he could recall that the only mentally draining forces he had encountered were the miles empty of food and water.
By Dawn Hunter2 years ago in Fiction
Coming Home
It had been five years since Jason had last stood in front of his home. At that time war was brewing, and Jason’s group of friends decided to join the Army because it sounded like fun. “Fun” was far from his view of it, Jason had long thought of the military and its servicemen as arrogant punks who just liked killing things. He saw no glory or honor in it, why defend a country that was so oppressive anyway? However, jobs were scarce, and with no real vocational ambitions or desires to further his education after high school, he joined up with the four of them. He had stood in front of his California home, his clean-shaven face still stinging from the resentful removal of his scraggly beard, hugged his parents and bid them a last goodbye before heading to the processing station where he would be shipped off to Basic Training.
By Dawn Hunter3 years ago in Serve
Malice
Turbulence caused the craft to shudder, waking Liam Gregory from his slumber. The airborne quake was as brief as it was violent. His nerves calming, the researcher ran a hand through his short black hair and rested his head against the wall so he could see out the shuttle window. Below them, he could see light from the planet’s sun glinting off the waves of an ocean. That light warmed his pale skin, helping him to relax a little more. Ahead, land rapidly approached. Liam could see the edge of a tree line just beyond the rocky shore. He knew from the dossier that this forest stretched for about twelve miles inland, though from his window seat it seemed only a short sliver of green running along the base of towering mountains. The mountains ran parallel to the shoreline like the spine of some gigantic stone creature.
By Dawn Hunter3 years ago in Horror
Reluctant Reckoner
Two men stood at the edge of a high plateau. Below them stretched a wide plane of low, rocky hills. The barren terrain was broken by an occasional bush or rare, green-leafed tree attempting to leech what life it could from the dusty soil. The brown waste ended at a wide river a few miles off which acted as a natural barrier separating the dismal plane from the city on the other side. The city itself occupied the rest of the horizon. Miles of small buildings littered the landscape along the far bank of the river and stretching back across the slightly more fertile ground. The gray structures resembled the rocks and boulders of the preceding hills at this distance. However, there was no mistaking the city center. In the middle of the sea of mud and concrete, a high wall surrounded a forest of steel structures towering over the landscape. Their glass windows and silver spires gleamed in the rays of sunlight which broke through the overcast sky.
By Dawn Hunter3 years ago in Fiction