Fantasy
Bound by Fire
Smoke billowed from the small village like a dying breath. Imre circled above, his heart straining at the wreckage. The Ignis people were no more. Their alliance had been forgotten for decades, the land at peace, but when he’d received their plea for help he’d come as swift as the winds could take him. It would seem he was too late.
By Marilyn Ketterer4 years ago in Fiction
The Destroyer's Child
It was a cry that opened the violet eye of Klavos. The Dragon awakening to his own surprise. He exhaled through his nostrils, blowing off the cacophony of leaves that settled on him in that time. He blinked his eyes, the white scales brushing aside the red leaves that had fallen on him.
By Luke A Williams4 years ago in Fiction
Line of Ends
It isn't a tale so hard to tell, and yet, it is a tale so unbearably rough to listen to. It starts akin to a tragedy, finding oneself burdened but somehow... you don't feel what that burden should be. Because even a burden can be joyful! In a time when most would think something like this couldn't happen, it still does. Abandonment. An infant alone in the streets, wailing for the care that should be provided, and yet no one comes. No one wants the poor little baby, because no one desires to take on that burden, despite that their lives could change forever, for good or for ill. Perhaps even both? That is, of course, until the old one came.
By Kristen L Patton-Schulle4 years ago in Fiction
Ani's Pedigree
A crack shattered the stormy night air as another tree ripped from the dirt. The lightning in the sky was only part of the cacophony echoing through the forest. Two dragons, one Red and the other White, were locked in battle, using whatever they could scavenge to give them an advantage. The tree flung from the Red’s mouth and slammed into the white’s side. Purple and yellow swelled from the impact. The White screamed into the night air, flecks of snow drifting from her mouth. A light blue glow radiated from her chest and crept up her throat.
By Christopher Luchies4 years ago in Fiction
The Greatest Day of My Life
It was the most peculiar thing. I rose from my slumber and walked to the opening of my cave - as I once had every morning. But when I gazed out at the Mystic Wood that had always been my home, the world seemed remarkably brighter, the colours more vivid, the sounds more melodious.
By Beverley Ridley4 years ago in Fiction
The Trap
The dragon swooped over the young girl lying prone in the clearing. It craved the magic radiating from her cloaked body like a shivering man needs the heat from a fireplace, but it still refused to come too close in its approach, timing its dive to sweep well above the treetops. This was the fourth time it had repeated the same pattern and it began yet again. It drove its elephantine body upwards using gossamer wings that should have been unable to achieve such a feat, before twisting into a spiral, winding upwards. At its zenith it looked like a wren on a balustrade to the warriors crouching under cover in the thick, damp undergrowth of the forest, yet they knew that it would perceive any movement even from that great height.
By Edward Palmer4 years ago in Fiction
Empty Nests
The worth of a dragon. Many find it in their scales. To come close to a dragon with ill intent and leaving alive is rare indeed. To make it out alive with any manner of scale in hand is nearly an impossibility for most, though not all. But even among dragon scales, there are those of greater value and significance. Malleability, toughness, taste; things that can matter to the right buyer. A gold dragon scale can send someone from the depths of miry poverty into the heights of lavish prosperity.
By Justin Luke Roa4 years ago in Fiction
