Fantasy
Mirri, Child of The Sun
She knew she was unusual from the day she hatched, her green iridescence unlike her crystal blue littermates, but she didn’t think that meant the winds would blow her towards a situation quite like this one. Before her sat, perhaps, the filthiest and most miserable creature she had the misfortune of ever encountering. A human child. How did a spawn of those group thriving vermin get so deep into the Lost Wood?
By Janya Janeev4 years ago in Fiction
The Great Green Dragon and the Pearl
The Great Green Dragon. That is what they used to call me when man looked to the skies with wonder rather than anger. Long before my joints grew rusty and my scales grew moss. The Great Green Dragon. My once lustrous visage has grown dull with the years spent amongst the deer and bears in this ancient forest. I can recall the day I retreated here, however the years have grown so plenty, I could not possibly tell you how long ago it was. I have lost track of the winters, grown weary of the summers. My body aches, I am weary. Perhaps the time of dragons has passed. The Great Green Dragon. The time of man’s wonder faded to war. War against themselves. War against us. Against the races. Where once we all lived in harmony and harvest, the earth is scarred black from war. At least it was, last I checked. The forest is quiet. Always quiet. The food is bountiful this deep in. No man would ever wander here. I no longer soar above the tops of this haven, my wings stiff and back hardened from years of unuse.
By Ether Noble4 years ago in Fiction
Golden Emerald
The light from the crescent moon shown down on the lands of the kingdom of Havendale. Far away from the castle a creature drifted through the sky. The rich golden scales of the young dragon Aureum rode the winds of the frigid night air. Aureum was aware of the cold but did not feel it’s cold embrace against his warm body. His nightly hunt had left him satisfied, but still felt the need to fly. The feeling of freedom was overwhelming blissful. Besides, the night was what allowed the dragons freedom. During the day they mainly kept hidden and close to the ground. While the humans slept, the dragons hunted. This is what kept the peace between the humans and dragons. It had been that way for hundreds of years. After what seemed like the never-ending wars between the two different being, it was decided that they live separately, and more importantly in peace. Dragons didn’t see or bother humans, and humans responded in kind.
By Gaven Wood4 years ago in Fiction
Tymryg
Tymryg wasn’t your typical dragon. As the days tumbled on through her six hundred some odd years of life, she lay quietly in her cave high atop the mountain watching the stars at night, sleeping through the day. At times she would carefully roam the night forest on foot so as not to draw the attention of the villagers. She saw what happened to Maelogg. What they did to him, the day he ate two humans and burned the village to cinders.
By Sioux Robbins4 years ago in Fiction
The Great Green Dragon and the Pearl
The Great Green Dragon. That is what they used to call me when man looked to the skies with wonder rather than anger. Long before my joints grew rusty and my scales grew moss. The Great Green Dragon. My once lustrous visage has grown dull with the years spent amongst the deer and bears in this ancient forest. I can recall the day I retreated here, however the years have grown so plenty, I could not possibly tell you how long ago it was. I have lost track of the winters, grown weary of the summers. My body aches, I am weary. Perhaps the time of dragons has passed. The Great Green Dragon. The time of man’s wonder faded to war. War against themselves. War against us. Against the races. Where once we all lived in harmony and harvest, the earth is scarred black from war. At least it was, last I checked. The forest is quiet. Always quiet. The food is bountiful this deep in. No man would ever wander here. I no longer soar above the tops of this haven, my wings stiff and back hardened from years of unuse.
By Ether Noble4 years ago in Fiction
Mama
The stars shine brightest on moonless nights. With no other light to distract from their magnificence, they twinkled and danced across the River Seldaryn. Nykaenyth lowered one of her long pearlescent Talons into the water as she flew, enchanted by the way the lights shimmered. She knew she should not be here. The Seldaryn divided Fendry and the Empire, both of which would send armies and machines of war after her; nevertheless, the words of mortal kings meant little to dragons. Nykaenyth knew that the High King of the dragons, Tennō Lendys, would condemn her midnight flight. She only chuckled to herself, a rough rasping sound like leather on leather.
By Chase Howard4 years ago in Fiction
Witches by Nightfall
It was not a surprise when she came knocking at my door. The rain was coming down in torrents, and her umbrella did nothing to stop the relentless water from soaking her fine clothes. In my hand I held my favorite tarot deck, and in my heart, I could feel her sadness. “Moonchild, I require your immediate services.” Though we were acquainted, her tone remained steady and none the less chilly, as if she were talking to one of her handmaidens. I nodded and stepped aside, allowing her to walk into my warmly lit home.
By Serena Norris4 years ago in Fiction
