Fantasy
Sacrifice
The boy had stopped crying. After two hours of struggle and misery, even the trees seemed relieved at the silence, but Aleck could not shake the heavy sense of foreboding as they traveled deeper into the slowly darkening forest. He shifted nervously in the saddle, his eyes ever watchful. He knew the stories of this place.
By Cayla Stone4 years ago in Fiction
Flame Touched
The dragon watched as a little girl emerged from the bushes. It had been many centuries since he’d been welcome in a settlement, but he'd spent enough time around humans, to guess her age was around two or three. He wondered where her parents might be, to let a child so young wander off on her own. At two years of age, a dragon was already hunting for its own meals. But human children were different; slower, and weaker and lacking the cunning that made their elders so formidable.
By Flora Nickels4 years ago in Fiction
Bill the Drake
This is the tale of Bill the Drake. Of course, his name isn’t actually Bill, it was Bildor-Nuwel, and in case you care he was a Fae Dragon, the most magically powerful of the Lesser Dragons, but all of the Lesser Dragons can be at least semi-accurately referred to as Drakes. He was known to help people who were lost in the woods on the mountain, and those people took to calling him as Bill the Drake, because part of his name was Bill, and he was a Drake.
By FFR Stories4 years ago in Fiction
The Basics of Diplomacy
As Tardwel-Ambuk awoke from a three week slumber, he stretched leisurely and let out a snort of smoke. As he stretched he took a slow look around the interior of the hollow hill that he called home. It was a single room, almost three hundred feet tall, with a roughly eight hundred foot radius that was tall enough for him to stand in, which wasn’t nearly as much as it sounds like for a creature that measures nearly two hundred feet in length from nose to tail. The walls were covered in artwork, tapestries, and bookshelves. Someone who knew these woods well might think that this hill came from out of nowhere, which is not an inaccurate assessment of events, as Tardwel-Ambuk had personally used magic to form it, and as he had grown, had used magic to reform it and make it larger.
By FFR Stories4 years ago in Fiction
Guinevere's Dragon
"Guinevere..." The name comes as an otherworldly whisper to the child, floating about in her mind like the puffy white seeds of her favorite wishing dandelions. It is her name she hears, but who could it be? Mommy and Daddy are right there beside her, taking turns holding her hand as she walks between them on their weekly family hike. It is her name she hears, but it was not either of them who spoke it.
By Amanda McCarthy 4 years ago in Fiction
Daedeth
Life started… Screams and fires faded behind; Thaena ran through the twilighted forest. A heavy roar and scattering of leaves; she ran like her mother bade. Lights bouncing off the surrounding trees grew brighter; she ran faster than she ever had. Risking a glance back, the monster’s silhouette was close; she ran as hard as her little legs could carry her.
By Jason Allen4 years ago in Fiction
