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Taylor Mead
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An Inconvenient Prophesy
It has been a general rule amongst us dragons to not meddle in the affairs of humans. If you come across a battlefield, walk away. You discover the dead and dying, leave them to their fate. It is what has kept us safe and what has allowed us to achieve some measure of peace. As long as a dragon isn’t foolish enough to take a deal protecting a tower or go idiotically terrorizing human villages, they aren’t likely to send knights to hunt us down.
By Taylor Mead2 years ago in Fiction
Engine Trouble
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. Hopefully they could still hear a distress signal, or I would be testing the theory myself, with no time to document the results. The main engine had stalled about an hour ago and with it, the life support. I knew I wasn’t far from station K-5-3, but the odds of someone taking the time out of their day to follow a distress signal here were rather low.
By Taylor Mead2 years ago in Fiction
A Mysterious Bundle
“There weren't always dragons in the Valley.” Shirr complained, dodging a spiked tail. I ducked under a widespread wing. “Exactly how far back are you thinking? A century? Because they’ve been here for a few generations!” Pulling a smoke bomb from my bag, I pulled the tab with my teeth and lobbed it up into the dragon’s face. “Run!”
By Taylor Mead2 years ago in Fiction