Fantasy
Haven
‘Even in the harshest soil a flower may bloom.’ : Apakoh – SC2962– (year of the second calling) The sun begins it’s slow descent into the horizon, slipping beneath waves of cerulean blue. While the last light of day brushes the sky in a dazzling array of blood red and violet hues. Gold colored petals, from the svboda tree dance playfully within the currents of air, freely floating on the ocean breeze. Their soft blossoms swirl around a tiny house perched upon the cliff, before drifting away without a care.
Trai'mega: Merger of Kingdoms Part 1
The Ethereal Kingdom Far in The Ethereal Kingdom is the Forest of Pure Hearts. This kingdom is ruled by Queen Kamiyrah, The Heart of the Forest. The Forest of Pure Hearts is full of magical creatures with powers connecting them to the queen. It can only be entered through an archway hidden behind an enchantment row. However, if you are not pure-hearted with pure intentions, you are vaporized for trespassing. This has kept many men out who have sought to destroy the power of the forest. It is also a haven for women and children who can escape the village and make it across Enchantment Row. Enchantment Row is a road outside the village that leads to various other towns and kingdoms. It is a road that tests the traveler in many ways. Those unable to keep up with the toll of the tests often turn back to their villages, vowing to never attempt to cross again.
Gerlinda ReneePublished about a year ago in FictionBonded Promise
Thunder crackled in the twilight gloom and a torrent of rain fell from an ominous sky. It tempered the fires below, relegating them to dozens of small blazes instead of a sea of flame that would have engulfed the countryside. Ash, soot, and smoke climbed up in the sky, mingling with the already darkened sky with a blackish-gray plume. Men and animal screamed as their flesh bubbled and cooked from the curtain of heat that stalked across the landscape.
Eltanin in Weligian
The town was hungry. Famine had reached its shores, and its people were in desperate need of nourishment. The moon shone down upon the muddy streets, casting shadows on the ground from the few dried crops that remained. The corn was the last to survive, leaving only landscapes of parched stalks in its wake. Weligian was desperate for relief.
E.K. DanielsPublished about a year ago in FictionFire and the Flood
A STORM BREWS An ominous thunderhead was looming on the horizon, promising to bring with it a harrowing storm. The hour was late and the susurrus winds brought with them vows of vengeance. Persiphonex knew what they said, for he was a thore—and the message tore him asunder.
The Beautiful Bird
The Beautiful Bird By Lyndsay Ryor Smykvyllycrys was hungry. Famished, honestly. Starving, really. The sheep that was yesterday’s breakfast had been naught but skin and bones and floof and hoof.
Lyndsay RyorPublished about a year ago in FictionIn The Everwood
Many winters past, on Samhain no less, a golden dragon trodded in an enchanted forest, known as The Everwood. It was a dark and foggy night, illuminated only by the moon. She plodded along carefully, as these woods were said to be filled with all manner of preternatural creatures. And on Samhain, when the veil is thinned into a liminal gap, even more so.
Rachel RashPublished about a year ago in FictionLost Ones
This world carries as many answers as there are questions. My curiosity has gotten me Lost. -Ike
To Wish for a Blanket
He held his water skins under the falls and stared into the pool. "Leave. Her. Behind." She crossed her brown arms tight across their child. The gold bracelets framed her bony wrists and called to attention the breadth of their loss. But despite her frail appearance her voice was strong: "I will not, Lat. I cannot."
Sam Desir-SpinelliPublished about a year ago in FictionLost and Found
A chilling, sorrowful roar pierced the night sky, the lonesome sound of one’s heart shattering forever into a thousand tiny splinters, torn and ravaged with anguish and despair. Brydrënal roared until he felt his voice melt away into nothing as he desperately reached out for the splintery remains of the eggshell with large, trembling claws.
Mila LauriePublished about a year ago in FictionHarmony Once More
Prologue Long ago, in an ancient land called Tallen, there was the nicest dragon to ever live. His name was, King Tambo. King Tambo married Myia who became queen. The people of Tallen all loved King Tambo, and the King did a wonderful job leading his people. Humans and dragons lived in harmony. Together, they would fight the monsters that invaded the villages and protect each other. This all lasted until the King and Queen had a son called Urthal. He was a terrible dragon and yelled at everyone. He didn’t care what anyone thought. He was terrible to his parents, to the maids, and the guards. He would often steal things from grocers and the markets. It was his favorite thing to do. He practiced magic and worked on getting stronger. When he was finally strong enough, Urhtal killed his father but left his mother unharmed. He became king and welcomed monsters of all kinds into his kingdom. Urthal let them kill everyone. The became known as the Nightlings, and became his army. Some were pig zombies that walked like a human would. Large horns protruded from the sides of their heads. They were the masters of the swords and bow, and, with their Gowrows helping them, were even more powerful. The Trolls helped some, but only when needed. The Goat People, however, fled with the fairies and other creatures. The dragons, who had once lived in harmony with the humans, were now given one choice: serve Urhtal or die. Each month Urthal would send dragons to the villages in the middle of the night to take a child back to Urthal or eat them. The friendship and union that had once existed between the humans and dragons was no more. Some dragons were lucky and fled to hide before the king caught them. They were the only dragons that still tried to help the humans, but mostly met their demise after betraying Urhtal. A fortunate few made a quiet life for themselves, alone, hidden away deep in the forests…..
Raquel YarbroughPublished about a year ago in FictionDragons
What the people of the Valley didn't know the day the dragons' shadows first fell across the land was what had led them here in the first place. Their motivation was not nearly as sinister or targeted as the townsfolk had feared. And had they known the reasons, they may have even sympathized with the dragons.
Hailey Marchand-NazzaroPublished about a year ago in Fiction