Fantasy

Milo
Tumbling, falling, rocks digging. Everything is a blur, I’m falling too fast. Just a mass of green speeding by me on my descent.
By MainelyWriting 4 years ago in Fiction
Ancestry
Ancestry By C. Jyl Parker Roscha the Red folded her wings ever so slightly as she descended toward her mountain lair. Landing on the ledge to the entrance, she ducked below the rocky ceiling and entered the tunnel to check the nest of her three dragon eggs. It had been a century since she attempted a clutch, and for that matter, find a mate. Any day now, she would have three babies. She had mated with an older silver dragon from the Lost Hills, so the young ones would likely be either red, silver or a combination of the two. There was also the ancestry to consider, as her sires were not always red, nor were the ancestors of her mate all silver.
By C Jyl Parker4 years ago in Fiction
The Foundling and His Keeper
It looked rather like a dog. It was about that size, at least, and crawled on four legs. It wore a wrought iron collar, which chafed so that the soft hide below its jaw had all shed and lymph sat slick on the raw flesh. That bothered it little now. Now its fetter was broken, and embers were on the air. It was cold, but the winter chill held small sway. The season was dry and dead leaves sat in tall heaps like the bulbs of an hourglass on the forest floor, growing all the time. The whole thing was poised to go up. Tinder for a thousand-thousand oak trunks swirling into one unending firestorm. It had to get out. Flames were something it had never mastered. It had shunned fire ever since its skin blistered under the hot brand behind the auction block. Fire was something to be feared and certainly was an unwelcome sight even as it crackled from the wagons of the covetous menfolk in disarray behind it. “Away” was the only thought that hung in its mind. Upwind and quickly.
By Andrés4 years ago in Fiction
The Innocent
Chapter One A woman banged on the door of the chamber. She was ignored. She screamed. The guards suddenly realized what was good for them, and for their ears, banged on the door in return, and shouted,
By Hugh Saylor4 years ago in Fiction
The Fires of Hope
Ithgael A stream of light broke through the tree canopy, gently warming Ithgael's snout. He stirred, slowly opening his eyes to take in his surroundings. The air was thick with the smell of humans, a scent he had learned to take seriously. He let out a quick puff of hot air and rose to his feet, muscles tensing with the pain in his right foreleg. He looked down scanning the wound, the burnt scales flaking to reveal soft damaged skin beneath. The kings' mage had delivered an agonizing wound to him yesterday, causing him to turn and flee which allowed the king and his company to make it to the castle walls alive, but not before Ithgael had burned away most of his men at arms. Ithgael looked out towards the sound of humans. The trees were well spaced enough to allow for a clear line of sight for around three hundred paces but he saw no one. He did however hear them, shouting and trudging through the undergrowth. Another vain attempt at sneaking up on me, trying to finish this crusade of theirs once and for all. For a creature so small in stature you would think they would find masking their approach easier, Ithgael thought to himself. He extended his wings and took to the sky, being sure to hug the canopy so as not to give away his position and he headed away from the humans toward his home.
By Joshua Weber4 years ago in Fiction
The Little Treasure
Parallel lines of mountains clambered over the landscape, carving lines through the earth. Settled between them was a forest. Enormous trees, millenia old, stretched longingly to the sky. Fluffy white clouds hung low in the sky, taunting the timber below as they silently drifted. A spring breeze ushered them quickly down the valley, as if eager to prevent jealousy from the forest below. Shadows passed over a field of tall grass and mountain flowers. Far from any settlements, this was the perfect lair for an old, solitary dragon that preferred the company of the forest over anything else. Nestled near the center of the meadow lay that dragon. Laying on his back, legs in the air, long neck curled around a pillar of smooth stone, slept Archimedes.
By Jaryth Hintz4 years ago in Fiction
Rox & Van
“Burblegarburbleglug” was the only sound Roxxas needed to wake him from a sound sleep. That sound meant that all three of his stomachs had officially run empty and it was time for him to wander the woods once again to find something to fill them. Since the ‘Great Fall’ finding food in the Levanar Wood had been a difficult endeavor and Roxxas lamented the task. He knew he had to eat and that finding food to fill the empty void inside of him would probably have been easier had he ventured west to Venera with his kin, but Roxxas felt that one does not simply leave a home of 700 years no matter how desolate it had become. His isolation and lonesomeness proved to him that his was obviously the dissenting opinion. For Roxxas though there was still hope to be found in the Wood and thought to himself daily that one day life would return to Levanar and food would be abundant again, he just had to be patient.
By Rob Deene4 years ago in Fiction
The Protector's Promise
“Riders!” The guard’s harsh shout urged Ragnar to his feet from where he’d been reclining in his tower room, cleaning and oiling his bow. Carefully setting the bow aside to dry, Ragnar snatched up a rag to dry his calloused hands and shouldered through the swinging door, which he’d thankfully left unbolted.
By Gabriella 4 years ago in Fiction
Avni and Ida
For nearly two centuries, the people of Madglen set aside their differences, placed the needs of the whole above all, and, most importantly, secured peace. These years have been a challenging task. War was almost waged due to misunderstandings, land, money, and greed; but the conflict was not settled on the battlefield, but around a table. The city of Bridgemire, known for its ill-temper and conceded mindset leaders, successfully built a community of structure and law; these were genuinely fantastic times in Madglen. That was true until two sought to hold a power that had not been summoned for almost a millennia. Agis Erris, an elf from the city of Ebonwall, and Yagen, a half-demon from Darkguard. They sought The Crown of King Saward the Silencer and his Scepter of Immortality.
By Anthony Diaz4 years ago in Fiction
Gambit of Eldargarrd. Honorable Mention in Mismatch Challenge.
Hypnotic sounds of trilling insects rose and crashed like ocean waves, unseen in the dense fog of Forbudt Mørkskov. Pinpricks of brilliant yellow light flashed. Randomly at first, then slowly synchronized as the Ildflue started their mating ritual. Cracking timber echoed off the valley walls in attempts to betray that which would stalk unwelcome visitors. Oskar Kætter and his boy, Magnus, were those unwelcome visitors.
By H.G. Silvia4 years ago in Fiction
Wutha and Sabar: A tale of man and beast
It was in a town called Gregory; a town once known for its beauty, now brought to ashes and despair. The remains of those who had once lived there now cover a vast amount of land, it was a blood bath, splashes of blood everywhere, bloody fingerprints on the walls of the kingdom, and the land, which was once green, had now turned red. There was fire set in a circular motion to cover the walls of the kingdom and behold a clamorous sound of heavy breathing as though a thousand men chose to breath at the same time, just as that had happened, a monstrous shadow emerged from nowhere, the shadow of the cathedral was swallowed by this monstrous figure, and at that point, it became clear, it was a dragon.
By Gbogboade Aro-adeyemo4 years ago in Fiction
The Sport of Thrones
“Therefore, class, when the dragon steps forward salute your dragon with the words, “ryssas keletes” [in Higher Valyrian: “hello, I need you to halt”].
By Princess Rev. Nnedi Iwuchukwu, M.Msc., LMT, LMI, MMP, Yogi 4 years ago in Fiction