Jonathon A Elliott
Bio
Aspiring writer from Eastern Kentucky.
Stories (1/0)
Hatchling
Nothing about a human child should be able to frighten a dragon, but Eltanin fled at the sight of her, nonetheless. From his vantage point in the clouds, he could see her clearly below. Cowering alone amongst the snow covered conifers, she looked incredibly insignificant. Beneath matted furs, her skin was such a faded color that the blood within was faintly visible. Bellowing flames of bright crimson hair stuck to her wet eyes. No, it wasn’t her appearance that frightened Eltanin. Of all the beasts inhabiting the Hrellik Mountains, which could claim to invoke more terror than he? It was the impossibility of her that was most alarming. No matter how far he flew or how fast he traveled, she was always there at the corner of his vision, shivering and pleading, and always alone.
By Jonathon A Elliott2 years ago in Fiction