Fantasy
A Dragon Dilemma
Light fell in slanted pools around the base of the ancient oak tree. Its gnarled roots spread across the mossy clearing, and all the young saplings kept a respectful distance, bowing their heads as a slight breeze rippled through them. The oak had been there long before the forest that surrounded it. Sigils were carved deep in its bark, their meanings long since lost to time.
By Angel Whelan4 years ago in Fiction
Uzekamanzi
Uzekamanzi: Luck Loves Lions Lions was definitely on his own now. He had been diverted from his first task which was to stay with the group. He had been hot and wanted to swim so he jumped into the river. The others were afraid to swim in moving water. It is true that he was pulled through some rapids by the pounding on-rush. Then he was swept back up, grateful for air, down around the other side. It is true that he had been shot downstream so quickly that he had felt disoriented. So maybe it wasn't safe enough for the other children but Lions was a strong swimmer. He had fallen into the ocean from a sailboat at three years old and his mother had made him practice swimming every day after that. He knew he wasn't supposed to swim alone but there had been others there when he had jumped in. He was too far away to see them and they definitely could not help him now, even if they had been brave enough to try.
By Catherine Elliott4 years ago in Fiction
A Silver Lining
An arm held up to shield his face from the wind, Havel strained to look at the dragon. The light shone directly into his face. If winds could bite, this wind was gnawing. He could hear his heartbeat in his ears, almost drowning out the noise of the world around. What sounded like windchimes made of chainmail laid a static backdrop to the louder clanking sounds caused by the beast before him. Everyone in the village was used to the sound of faint tapping and clicking, but this white noise had once enveloped and maddened some of the First. Melrue herself had apparently been among them. She was no stranger to Havel – her sheer stature and force of nature had paired itself with wit and kinship. This had allowed her to become one of the most contributory members of the village. The very place where he had woken up that morning had been almost entirely constructed from the materials she alone had salvaged and brought back from the Montux.
By Kristina Krejzova4 years ago in Fiction
Serpent's Calling
Serpent heard the sound before its source came into sight. It was a noise unlike anything she had ever heard before, a high pitched screeching and wailing that made her stomach churn. Fear took a hold of her, quickening her heartbeat and freezing her muscles. But soon the initial shock turned into another powerful emotion: curiosity.
By Thomas Perkins4 years ago in Fiction
Our Chosen
1. Forsaken Elder Dolkir-Korak watched the creature, so small it was almost inconceivable even for him to think of what she might be capable of someday. Dolkir had seen many ages come and go, many creatures rise and fall, and for the dragon kin, the time had come that would see the tide turn for his kind, either to conquer the skies once more, or fade completely into myth. The Aketi, or humans, as they called themselves, had kept to the tradition for what must seem untold ages to their kind. Dolkir knew it was no longer out of trust, but fear and superstition, that they carried on presenting - or more closely - discarding one of their own helpless infants to the Nir’kri Forest every fifth year. He doubted they even remembered why it must be so, for it was their way these past cycles, to abandon the ones who were born no love. Those who were more burden than blessing, forsaken to ease their own toil and appease the law that had long since turned from prophecy to fable in their ears. There had been many before who had shown more promise than this wan creature he now beheld, but it was not for he to decide the fates or times. It was simply what was and what would be, so this one would become Seri’var – Our Chosen, in the Aketi tongue, though perhaps they did not recall the word’s meaning.
By Edward Tome4 years ago in Fiction
Doom, Boom, and the Baby
"It's alive." "It's awake." "It blinked." "I saw." Doom and Boom stared at the tiny bundle of cloth, trying to decide what course of action to take. As always, they were of two minds on the matter. This wouldn't be such a problem, except that their two minds shared one body. To take any action, they would need to agree. However, until a consensus could be reached, both would be stuck doing nothing but looking, listening, and—of course—talking.
By Maia Gadwall the metAlchemist4 years ago in Fiction
