Ether Noble
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The Great Green Dragon and the Pearl
The Great Green Dragon. That is what they used to call me when man looked to the skies with wonder rather than anger. Long before my joints grew rusty and my scales grew moss. The Great Green Dragon. My once lustrous visage has grown dull with the years spent amongst the deer and bears in this ancient forest. I can recall the day I retreated here, however the years have grown so plenty, I could not possibly tell you how long ago it was. I have lost track of the winters, grown weary of the summers. My body aches, I am weary. Perhaps the time of dragons has passed. The Great Green Dragon. The time of man’s wonder faded to war. War against themselves. War against us. Against the races. Where once we all lived in harmony and harvest, the earth is scarred black from war. At least it was, last I checked. The forest is quiet. Always quiet. The food is bountiful this deep in. No man would ever wander here. I no longer soar above the tops of this haven, my wings stiff and back hardened from years of unuse.
By Ether Nobleabout a year ago in Fiction
The Great Green Dragon and the Pearl
The Great Green Dragon. That is what they used to call me when man looked to the skies with wonder rather than anger. Long before my joints grew rusty and my scales grew moss. The Great Green Dragon. My once lustrous visage has grown dull with the years spent amongst the deer and bears in this ancient forest. I can recall the day I retreated here, however the years have grown so plenty, I could not possibly tell you how long ago it was. I have lost track of the winters, grown weary of the summers. My body aches, I am weary. Perhaps the time of dragons has passed. The Great Green Dragon. The time of man’s wonder faded to war. War against themselves. War against us. Against the races. Where once we all lived in harmony and harvest, the earth is scarred black from war. At least it was, last I checked. The forest is quiet. Always quiet. The food is bountiful this deep in. No man would ever wander here. I no longer soar above the tops of this haven, my wings stiff and back hardened from years of unuse.
By Ether Nobleabout a year ago in Fiction