Tyler Ryther
Bio
My fascination with reading and writing started in childhood. I wrote stories throughout my life but never shared them until now. I like science fiction and fantasy stories mostly but have experimented with other genres.
Stories (9/0)
Draydon Castle
Lulaeris Kingdom occupied the entire southern part of the continent. Legend says the men who settled here years ago came from across the sea, but whether that was from the Krodour Empire, the Irislight Isles, or from some unknown land nobody knew. Mankind had spread from the southern region into other areas of the continent, but the kingdom itself had no hold in those areas. Too many monsters, the politicians would say. Not enough soldiers, the generals would reply. At any rate the kingdom of man didn’t forbid people from settling in those areas on their own, but leaving meant no help or protection from Lulaeris Kingdom.
By Tyler Rytherabout a year ago in Fiction
Rituals Beyond The Stars
Many civilizations across the universe saw technological advancements as magic. However, one civilization in particular insisted that magic not only existed but that they had advanced it well beyond the galactic council’s precious technology. Amused and curious researchers had been dispatched to the homeworld of the Hinoi civilization of the Yeanides system. The researchers never arrived, however, according to their last transmissions the ships simply no longer existed. Hinoi mages swore the ships had never arrived and they had no idea what happened. Magic required willing sacrifices to work, but the rules didn’t say anything about aware sacrifices.
By Tyler Rytherabout a year ago in Fiction
Witch Hunter
Wind gently shook the leaves of the trees. An outsider would feel at ease. The man cautiously scanning the trees knew better. Ranchers reported missing or mutilated animals and almost every family in the area had a child go missing over the past year. He walked a bit further before his senses were assaulted. Rotten plants and a few animal carcasses littered the area, threatening to overwhelm him. Witchcraft always blighted the land. Hunting witches was dangerous, most people would never dream of it, but it was the only way to break his curse, for him to become human again.
By Tyler Rytherabout a year ago in Fiction
Ancient Temple
“If walls could talk,” it was a human phrase that I had become very familiar with. Humans used to say it around me a lot. “If these walls could talk, what stories could they tell?” The truth was that I could tell each generation of human's stories of previous generations that they could never fathom, and stories that would haunt them for the rest of their lives. In this modern era, I was only visited by teenagers dared to walk among my aged and crumbling stone, or the odd scholar trying to determine the histories I had witnessed. Try as I might, I've never been able to effectively communicate my stories and desires to them.
By Tyler Rytherabout a year ago in Fiction
Icewing Grotto
Frost gathered on my wings as I soared through the late autumn sky. The leaves of the forest’s trees blazed with an array of red, orange, and yellow. Soon the frost would come and finish off the trees and their leaves would shrivel up and fall to the forest floor. Unlike most others of my kind, I absolutely loved the late autumn and winter seasons. The cold air felt amazing as it rushed past my scaled body and wings. Unlike most dragons in this region, I was an ice dragon, built for the ice and snow of the arctic tundra to the far north. How I ended up in a forest this far south even I didn’t know. I never knew my parents, as a local fire drake tribe who told me they stumbled upon my egg in a random grotto at the edge of the forest hatched me. They knew a young dragon on their own would never survive, especially if they wandered too close to the nearby human settlement. Humans and dragons never had the best relationship with each other, but recently that relationship had been strained even further. There was a human king who had been a particularly greedy fellow who believed he could trick the fire drake tribe into doing his bidding. The fire drakes obviously had no desire to be enslaved by the humans. Resolution of the conflict occurred when the king attacked the leader of the fire drakes, who swiftly incinerated him. While most of the peasantry in that settlement argued it was a good thing the king was dead, the king’s son swore vengeance upon any dragon he saw from that day forward. So the fire drakes retreated further into the woods, away from the human settlement, and further away from the grotto in which they found me.
By Tyler Ryther2 years ago in Fiction
Welcome to the IMET
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. But, to my knowledge, nobody had ever tried either. Space was full of new and exciting experiences, so nobody had really cared much about what they could or couldn’t do in the vacuum. The vacuum seemed like the least interesting thing about space. It was just the space between space, essentially. No, what was most interesting for everyone as they pushed deeper and deeper into that empty vacuum was how full of new worlds and exciting life it was. Entire systems of planets that contained not only the right conditions for life, but life itself. Some of it was exactly the same as that of our homeworld, but far more exciting was the life-forms that were nothing like ourselves. The ones that defied the logic and science we’d worked so hard to establish. The ones we thought couldn’t possibly exist. That’s the funny thing about the universe though. The unexplainable happens fairly consistently to where even miracles become everyday occurrences.
By Tyler Ryther2 years ago in Fiction
Night Train
Neon lights flashed by in a blur of motion outside the windows of the room I found myself in. Bright pink, blue, and green lights flashed into the room in a dizzying array. “Must be on the maglev,” I thought to myself as I woke up and shook the sleepiness from my body. Even as I came to this conclusion, it caused more questions than answers. First red flag in my mind was that I never take the maglev anywhere in the city. Walking gives me the time to process my thoughts and clear my mind. The other two mysteries were that I have no memory of getting on the train, and after checking my pockets, I have no ticket and none of my belongings. Missing my wallet wasn’t a big deal. I didn't have enough money to worry about theft, but the missing pistol was of more concern. While I had little experience with the bullet style maglev, I could tell that it appeared to be going faster than normal, and even more concerning, it was speeding up.
By Tyler Ryther2 years ago in Fiction
Platinum Carnations
The early morning still is shattered as my alarm clock begins to screech loudly, begging me to awake and acknowledge it. I sit up in bed attempting to shake the grogginess from my mind. Slowly I get up, shut off my alarm and start my day. I look at the picture of my family on the nightstand, of my wife Elizabeth and our son James. I miss them dearly, but someone has to find a way to end this living hell, someone has to save mankind from itself. I am not sure that I am the hero that mankind needs or deserves, but right now I am the only one able to try.
By Tyler Ryther2 years ago in Fiction