Fantasy
Aiza
Dusk darkened the canopy of the forest, giving the branches an appearance of hands reaching towards Aiza. Twigs snapped beneath her little feet as she crept through the shrubs toward a towering, grassy hill in the distance. Hope filled her chest. Perhaps there would be a cave, or at the very least, she would be able to see far enough to regain her path.
By Kate Speedy 4 years ago in Fiction
A Promise Kept
The foothills rang with the anguished cries of the fallen. The empire of men had been driven out of the draconic mountains. His duties to his kind fulfilled, Dapple was free to return home. The emerald dragon looked over the devastation they had wrought once more before taking flight. As he flew, relief washed over the lonesome dragon. No more would he endure the name his kind forced upon him, Sinnom; no more would he need to play nice to avoid being slaughtered like the humans. Dapple could fly back to his corner of the forest and live another few centuries in peace before the inevitable rise of man required him to join and fight with his kind once again.
By Jonathan Howe4 years ago in Fiction
The Eldar Flame. Runner-Up in Christopher Paolini's Fantasy Fiction Challenge.
She ran. With all her might, with all her will, she ran. Her legs burned, her lungs ached in agony—breath white in the chilled winter air. She pulled her skirt high about her waist, never mind her shame; propriety would not save her now. Aaron roared behind her. They'd caught him. His voice turned shrill as they did what they did. She'd been witness to their slaughter in the streets, pulling babe and child apart with their talons and teeth. She suffered the terror of her love dying the same. Snot and tears ran from her face into the hair of the child she clutched.
By R. B. Booth4 years ago in Fiction
Dragon’s Child
With my jaws parted in pleasure, I scented using my dark divaricated tongue to taste the wind. I banked towards the ocean, gliding across the bamboo forest and towards the scent of seabirds. Increasing my speed, I used my eyes, instead of simply scenting to enjoy the caress of wind. Concentrating, I felt the familiar sensation of my eyes adjusting, a light tingle, a slight pressure- from the effort of seeing the heat signatures of the world around me. The black night erupted into deep blues and luminous purples, with faint orange pinpricks for stars. As soon as I looked up in the direction of seabird, I saw bright orange forms heading slowly towards the coast. My tongue licked eagerly at the air. Just a little closer I waited until the glow of bright orange was just above me. Then I arched upwards, rending the air with membranous wings, curving my serpentine body and snatching three seabirds in one motion, quenching a small portion of my thirst. I took my time returning inland from out over the ocean. Angling into a smooth descent, I began to glide above the bamboo and tropical trees once more. It was bad form to fly openly on a night so well lit by moonlight, and I was relieved to be back above the labyrinth of mountains that was my home.
By Sethryn Caege4 years ago in Fiction
Life from Ashes
The screams of man and beast alike could be heard for miles from the battle at Foln’s Hill. Where the region previously held a quaint town surrounded by a luscious forest filled with creatures of all kinds, a fire now blazed that threatened all life found therein.
By Danny Phillips4 years ago in Fiction
Faylanduil The Great
Faylanduil the Great looked down amidst the pitched night, his sight undiminished, as he beheld the small human child. Katydids and crickets cut through the humid darkness, a blanket of noise that enveloped the two beings that stared at one another, both unsure of what to make of the other.
By Curtis Sharp4 years ago in Fiction
Derrith
I had been watching them for a while now, those travelers, aimless and weary, weak and a danger to their own selves. I watched them from a distance mostly, but sometimes I crept close to test the limits of their awareness. So far, I sensed they were very densely packed, energetically speaking, and hardly capable of being conscious of much at all.
By Schinter Scauleywag (A.K.A. T.J. Belevede)4 years ago in Fiction
Nogard The Dragon
The rush of wind swept the cold air through the tree tops as Nogard eased his wings and settled into his forest. It was early, the sun just beginning to peek above the distant hillsides that edged the wonderful and ancient woodlands that the great dragon called home. Nogard, who knew most trees in this forest by name, moved his moss-colored body with exact precision. Each step was delicately placed with forethought and each talon sunk into the dirt knowing which roots lay beneath the old forest and how to avoid harming them.
By Nathaniel-Writes4 years ago in Fiction
Last Resort
The purple dragon’s stomach was bellowing in pain; it hadn’t eaten in two weeks. All the dragons in the brood had been hunting nonstop for years now. The humans had gotten too good at hunting and were stealing all the big game, leaving the dragons with nothing to eat but small hares. The humans even outnumbered the dragons ten to one, making an attack on the humans suicidal.
By Nicholas Clough4 years ago in Fiction
