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Toddrick's Worm-Bone Soup
"Dragon tails or Dragon tales, maybe it was Dragon nails?" Why'd it matter. He wasn't going to eat his own kind, that would be barbaric. Toddrick thumbed through the tattered soup-stained rolodex in annoyance. He had standards after all. “It has to be here,” he moaned. His mother’s famed worm-bone broth recipe had eluded him—as it should. You see, there wasn’t actually a worm to be had in the soup; besides, worms didn’t have bones, and not to mention— it appeared he had forgotten why it was called that to begin with but that was neither here nor there.
Chloe brushed past hedges of prickly ferns, the taste of blood fresh with every scratch. “Dragons…Dragons…” she shrieked just as she plowed head first into the soft golden belly of a red-spotted creature; stars filling her eyes just as everything went black.
HONOR AMONGST DRAGONS
Astryth peered curiously at the tepid night sky; she no longer saw any stars peeking through the mingling of clouds but she was certain they were still heading north. The air hung heavy; it felt like they had passed this same tree several times already.
Kosyrir's Tree of Secrets
Swift, roving eyes first fell onto the strange creature sitting in the middle of the woods. Droplets of icy rain fell from errant leaves as sweltering steam rose up from the Earth—fragrant signals of the first signs of spring. Slits of honey-brown glowed furiously against Kosyryr’s olive-green skin, giant, feathery wings soared high-above. His face weathered with deep scaly crevices that told a story of all the things he had seen in his many hundreds of years, but today Kosyryr spotted something new.
Fire Breathers: Adventures of the Last Living Dragon
There it was, another day gone. Many quiet winters passed and the cloud-filled sky was still a somber shade of magenta red, quite promising for the coming season’s hunt. But who were we kidding, it wasn’t like there was much left to hunt, and as things were—Muvwar slept much less peacefully tonight. He tossed and turned as Mymrynth’s loud snoring roared over the valleys edge keeping him awake. Teghrom, their only living relative and most trusted advisor slept a few feet away near the cave’s entrance—and by the looks of it, he wasn’t getting much shut-eye either.
MAGISTRATE COURTS DARKEST HOUR
I told him no matter how sacred or secret our bond—that I would look for him everywhere. I would go to the ends of the Earth to find him, knowing deep down that he was gone forever and no one could ever replace him—no matter how hard I tried. I would look for him in every strangers face, in every old photograph. Nothing would ever take the pain away; nothing. The words haunted me. The beautiful words I spoke haunted me. I watched tears spill from myself as I told him I would never forget him; I would hold on until it was safe to let go. I begged him to do the same as I curled up like a child and cried, turning inward; the tears burning my chest until I could no longer breathe. Wishing for time to turn back one day, one week, one month, or one year but that couldn’t change what would happen next. Now, I wish I had one more year, I wish he could see me as I am now, how proud he would be. Of course, it’s the curse of knowledge, of hindsight, of memory, of will-power…and it is fickle. In my last bit of lucidity I promised to protect her, to watch over my mom and keep her safe. I promised to look after my brothers and sisters until the swallowing moons took me away. I promised to do everything in his honor. I fought to hold my composure and be strong for him, and here I sit a ravaging mess consumed by the bitter taste of death…scared to step into that next step, afraid of the unknown…
BODARTH'S GREAT ADVENTURE
Gold coins littered the forest floor. That’s what first caught his attention, the glimmering reflection of ship-laden treasure spilled out on the rough embankment for all to see. Bodarth wasn’t alone. He had spent most of his years as a young dragon staying close to the tree line and out of sight but today this was nearly impossible.
Lyndryth, Protector of the Lost
Of all the dragons come before him, the Mysterious, the Clever, the Dead, and the Missing—Lyndryth was the most important of them all, or, at least, that is what he would come to realize. But truth be told, Lyndryth was a strange, homely looking dragon, a rich deep purple skinned beast sporting a spiked-back and gapped teeth; he was: “Lyndryth, the Protector of Creatures”, a mighty fine name if it wasn’t for all the chub that bunched around his oversized middle like a tubby inchworm.
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. Althea had been told not to go off the ship, she had been warned. The consequences would be dire but she couldn’t stay away; the stairs called to her, beckoning her to have a look, that’s all—just one simple look.