Author, artist and horse girl. Just published my first book on amazon The Spade Trilogy: Rise of Nerizza! Writing has been a passion of mine since I was little and my favorite genre is fantasy.
Quest of Hope (2)
I fixed my eyes on the pouch in Calian’s hand, the sun causing the worn leather to glow. For a pause, there wasn’t a sound aside from our breathing. Mine, deep and steady, his tense and uneven. I moved my gaze to his face, and an odd feeling settled in my chest when our eyes met. He had dark brown eyes, though they glittered amber in the light of the sun. They were very emotional… I hadn’t known that humans could show that much emotion. The ones that had attacked the mountain fortress had been cloaked in armor and helmets, their faces indiscernible.
Quest of Hope
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. In fact, the barren stretch of miserable wasteland known simply as the Valley had never hosted any form of life save for the occasional serpent or falcon that dared scout the rocky expanse of canyon and field for prey. What little plantlife that managed to grow amongst the sheets of stone was often scorched by the heat of the sun, and water was just as scarce. One would think that dragons, being firebreathers, would thrive under the merciless rays, but even we have to take shelter for the greater extent of the day, lest we shrivel like the weeds. Caves, some of which were natural, some of which we dug ourselves, served as our dens. Over the years we created tunnels connecting these tight, dark domains. Dragons are social creatures, you see; we live in families that we call clans, which can range anywhere from a dozen to over a hundred dragons.