Fantasy
Beyond the Mountains
Regoral I thought humans were a myth. In my youth, I had believed the frightening stories my mother told me of murdering men who invaded our land, bringing death and destruction in their wake, but, when I came of age, I quickly gave up believing such stories. Surely, the human race was nothing more than a legend invented by mothers to frighten their young ones into obedience. That was what I thought, until the day I found Torin.
By Rebekah Brannan4 years ago in Fiction
A Dragon’s Heart
She rests her head on my chest, formerly full of flame, now only a faiding light, that is soon to go out. I have lived many centuries, seen kingdoms rise and fall, have fought along mankind in their many wars, have fought against mankind as they tried to tame us dragons. I slept for decades in caves that are full of treasures I have collected over the centuries. Dragons live in solitude and rarely reproduce, and I have never bore offsprings. I turn my long neck and rest my head on her lap. She strokes my nose like she used to and starts humming a lullaby that I have heard her sing a thousand times to her own children. I close my eyes, my heart is full of gratitude for the gift I did not know I was missing and have never asked for. Her voice takes me back to a day nearly twenty years ago, a time span that used to have no meaning for a creature as old as me. Yet..
By Stefanie Zimmermann4 years ago in Fiction
The Light of Shinto
Chandra was so old that she had outlived all of her kind. On any given day you could find her slumbering under the lambkin tree in the center of Little Mandreattica. When a dragon ages, like the humans that dared not roam the forests of Little Mandreattica, one could almost hear the creaking of the joints above the methodical rumble of the snoring beast. With every inhale, the spaces around the joints would open and the returning exhale would send the joints into a rattling drumroll.
By Verna K Gunderson4 years ago in Fiction
Ephemerals
She wasn’t quite sure what this creature was—a giant squirrel? a small bear?—The most recent incursion had shaken her head a bit and it took awhile for the clanking of metal to fully register. For a moment she thought it might be a malformed goat—belled as they often were, tasty musical morsels—but then the sun glinted off the armor and there was no doubt. The royal children of any real age had been spent. They had loosed the last and youngest in a final, last ditch effort to roust her from the mountains.
By Pluto Wolnosci4 years ago in Fiction
We Were Brothers
In the traditional sense, we were not kin. But I was never one for tradition. The World Forest, as we called it, stretched on for as far as any of my kind had ever flown. We found no end to it. Perhaps it enveloped the world. We knew not. Men knew it not either, and if they did, they gave no indication. They did not cherish it like we did. Their wanton cutting of the trees was tragic, yet understandable in a way. Unlike us, they were confined to the dirt and mossy earth and the waters, never being able to climb higher than their ladders would allow. All creatures wish to soar higher. Humans were no exception.
By Derek Hurst4 years ago in Fiction
What roamed the Wildes
They said it was ancient. But only the Hesain of old knew just how far back the forest’s creation dawned. It was the kind of place that, once visited, was never forgotten. To the ancient blooded Hesain, it was sacred. To the humans and elven-blooded people of the realm, it was dreaded. Many a wanderer had been lost over the last decades of recorded history. Most only dared venture into the outskirts where it met with the plains of the Outlier horse clans. Mushrooms and other edibles could be foraged there, where it was safer.
By E.B. Mahoney4 years ago in Fiction
The Dragon of the Grand Wood
She had the universe in her eyes. Her deep purple irises, flecked with blue and gold, were full of the infinite wisdom passed down through the generations before her. How could a creature so ancient and beautiful come in a form so strange?
By Blake Holden4 years ago in Fiction
The Scorched Child
Akaru hungered. He flew in broad lazy circles, corkscrewing across what in this age humans called the Westlands. He felt good, still strong despite his age. As if to remind the world below he pumped two powerful wing beats and turned towards the coast, afternoon sun striking against his deep bronze scales.
By Matthew Bender4 years ago in Fiction
Star Dragons: Kelphus's Chase
Kelphus, a Star Dragon, blazes ahead at full speed, her aquatic-like body moving from wormhole to wormhole, jumping over gates where the tunnels meet. Her head still spinning, and she is stunned by what she has just witnessed. All she can think of is Drideon, so she accelerates, that their search and final hope of returning home will not be in vain. The Star Dragon's fate is dependent on stopping the Crystal War by reclaiming a lost gateway to Mirz Uhndersand, the Star Dragon’s home World.
By Eric Brooks4 years ago in Fiction
