Crash Landed
Every family has a bedtime story to keep their children inline. Avalon has a tale of "Poison Breathers" to keep the young from acting out.
Parents have endless bedtime stories they tell, molding behavior. The strongest motivator for younglings is “Tale of the Poison Eaters.” Far across the universe lay a planet, unvisited by travelers. Only bad children are sent to places the air is poisonous. None return from Earth.
Surely, such perilous places are legends. So, how is a wax skinned orc miniature standing on the ruby road of Avalon? Fur capped with strange cloaks and halfling eyes, brimming with toxins and deception. A human looking for new planets, crash landed. Radiating curiosity and emitting radiation with each breath, bringing their usual destruction.
About the Creator
Crystal Ayers
Merely an aspiring author drifting by on the tides. Spinning phrases to build worlds to paint portraits to fill space; allowing symphonies of lyrical colloquy to fill the time as it flows.
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