Fantasy
Yalena's Heir
The shrill cry of a small human child echoed through the branches again. Her scent whispered through the leaves in the wind. Yalena glanced down as she flew above it all. Smells were fleeting for dragons in flight. Considering her wingspan, 70 feet (large for an adult female), she covered areas quickly. But it was that cry the pricked her ears. Something about that slip of a scent made Yalena’s fire restrict, meaning it built in her chest, like a bomb waiting and pulsing. Dragons gathered their fire in this way when fearful or angry. For Yalena, she felt a mixture of both.
By Molly E. Hamilton4 years ago in Fiction
Hugrakkur and Styrkur
The snow drifts from the night sky softly landing among the trees. The snowflakes tickle my eyelids causing my eyes to click open and shut repeatedly. There is a cacophony of muffled sounds from the thump of my paw steps and the streaming of water from melted snow. The trees tower hundreds of feet up, sometimes dropping clumps of snow larger than I am onto the forest floor. It is a peaceful place, calming my instincts. If not for the cold, I could find myself spending the rest of my 500 years here in solitude, but alas I am not built for this frozen environment. I press on, barely passing between trees, often walking an extra mile to make it around tight spaces. The trees are thick from centuries of cultivation by Skogurdreki, the forest dreki. Many of the trees blend in with each other at the base creating walls throughout the forest. Even as a forty-foot drek I am dwarfed by skogur trees. If I were like other dreki I would fly over the forest but we of the Logadreki tribe lose our wings at a young age while swimming in the lava fields of our home.
By Mason Walters4 years ago in Fiction
What was Once Lost
I had spent many years away from any human villages. Their emotions were always so overwhelming, I could never really tell where my emotions started and theirs ended. I wasn't going to get anywhere close to the village the last time I had, I earned a new scar. It was the silence that made me circle back and land in the forest. There had been no emotions coming from the village when I had flown over head. Few creatures moved between the roots, and bushes. There was something heavy hanging among the branches. It felt familiar to me but it had been such a long time. I made my way a few steps at a time toward the edge of the woods. I paused for a moment, salt hung in the air and I could hear soft sniffling. What I felt hit me hard enough for me to take a step back. Waves of pain, anger, and confusion rolled over me. I couldn't breath it felt as if someone had wound barbed wire around my lungs. I tried taking a few more steps, the feelings kept coming. I'm not sure what I was expecting to find but I certainley was not expecting to find a toddler standing between the trees. Her dress was dirty and her hair fell in ringlets and tangles. She couldnt have been more than a couple years old, what was she doing out here all by herself?
By Allison Cain4 years ago in Fiction
Satori and the Town of Good Fortune
The black dragon of magnanimity hermetically concealed itself amongst the tall trees. It observed the small boy alone in the middle of the forest and strategically followed the youngster as he continued to walk on the outskirts of the mysterious town called “Great Fortune.”. The Alchemist named Nirva gave these orders. After vigilantly watching, It suddenly flew right beside the boy.
By Anthony Weir 4 years ago in Fiction
Seafarers vs Dragons 2
My tower towered over most of the kingdom. The people would have to be accepted into the palace first. Then they could take the many steps the circled around the tower. Once at the top you entered into a beautiful balcony with two ornate columns holding up an intricately decorated roof. The roof then attaches to a room with big wide wooden doors that were almost always open. You would enter to seem me laying on my hoard of treasures. Catered too by all manner of servants. And when the offering window closed and I was left with only my attendants I would step out onto the balcony and measure my wingspan with the columns and stare out onto the kingdom, and listen to the never-ending sound of the human society growing. There is now only silence.
By Moonlit Writes4 years ago in Fiction
For Once a Dragon Loved a Prince
The forest was vibrant with color. It would be cold soon, and the golden haze would be replaced by frost and starlight but for now, as she ambled through the trees in search of food, it was like walking through a roaring hearth. Her young hatchling waited patiently in her nest for dinner; her mate was far off to the South convening with the dragons of the southern seas and the western plains and all was right. Settled. A deep contentment hummed beneath her scales like a song.
By Nickie Pavey4 years ago in Fiction
A Dragon and His Girl
Melnjor opened his maw and roared his challenge to the tiny-metal-human standing before him. With one snap of his powerful jaws, the man became Melnjor’s, his armor-clad body landing heavy in Melnjor’s belly. Melnjor licked his chops in satisfaction before continuing onward into the smoke shrouded battle field. He eagerly anticipated the lengthy slumber that would follow such a grand feast. Man was not his favorite meat, but they were plentiful and moved in large groups that could satisfy the wants of even a dragon of Melnjor’s girth. Melnjor took another step forward and set his eyes on his next target…
By Amanda Chapin4 years ago in Fiction
