Fantasy
Curiosity's Gift
Elm trees are best for shade, and spruce trees for hiding, but yew trees are best for climbing. The old yew’s rough bark felt good under our claws. Our eyes were not as clear as they once were, but the sharp winds of spring brought the smell of prey from further out along the branch.
By Bryan Brady4 years ago in Fiction
Arabelle
Arabelle pulled up sharply over the churning sea, the crests of the waves just licking the underside of her wings. She had dived too low and now she beat her wings furiously to regain altitude. Arabelle did not know these winds at the edge of the world. Here on the last stretch of sea before the Maelstrom, the winds crashed into each other in a panic. Normally unruly winds would not have fazed her. Each wind had a certain cadence, a secret heartsong to call and respond to, and Arabelle relished their unspoken challenge to be mastered. But tonight she did not have time to sing to the wind. Tonight she had a mission small in form but great in import.
By Benjamin Lopez Barba4 years ago in Fiction
The Dragon and Her Orc
Geldwen, an amethyst scaled dragon, snaked her body through the clouds, her wings tired from fighting the wind all afternoon. The morning was to her liking, as the air was still and felt no resistance, the sun glistened against her scales, making them shine like gems. That is, until the sun reached its peak. A hollowing tempest came from the east, followed by flashing light and rolling thunder. It slammed against her wings, straining her flapping ability, and drove her towards the approaching forest. She scanned the ground below, not sure if there was a safe place to land, or one big enough to fit her full adult-sized body without disturbing the condensed trees. Her violet eyes shifted above and saw dark clouds rolling her way like ocean waves. Their size was massive, like looking upon mountains from the valley floor. Her cave was close, but with that storm approaching, her confident dwindled. She wouldn’t arrive before the storm’s full-strength gusts forced her landing.
By L. J. Chandler4 years ago in Fiction
What Legend and Myth Forgot
I The Smile watched from behind the Veil. The girl couldn’t be more than 5 years old. Her thick, black hair was held back from her face in two short braids. She wore a white collared shirt under a navy blue sweater, the sleeves pushed up revealing dark, skinny arms. She was digging in a play pit, her jeans gritty with sand and she was humming.
By Loryne Andawey4 years ago in Fiction
Guardian
“Dragonfire is deadly because you can’t put it out.” The voice carried on the verdant air swirling around her as she stalked her way through the forest, the dense foliage camouflaging movements betrayed only by the gentle gleam of her scales as stray sunbeams filtered through the canopy. She’d been attracted by the sickly sour scent of fear, something she always associated with prey, before she’d heard the sounds of their voices.
By Aisling Door4 years ago in Fiction
The Last Dragon
"As legend states, a small toddler wandered in the dragon-infested forest. He encountered a silver-scaled female dragon. The toddler just looked concerned but not convinced the dragon was safe. The dragon looked strangely at the small human but still sympathized with the child. For she was a female dragon, and the small voice of a child did not alarm her. She picked the little boy up in her large claws. Her confusion caused her to bring the kid to a crazy old sorcerer living with the dragons. In his altered state, he splashed some magical dust and then demanded to return the child to the human kingdoms. As the child started crying, the mother dragon comforted the boy by licking him. He was confused by that. She quickly flew nearer to the tiny town and let the return unharmed. His family was grateful but wondered how he was not a snack to her. As the child grew, he remembered the silver-scaled dragon, which he named, Mirra. He also developed the sorcerer's abilities and his madness. Slowly he lost his mind to the magic and became a menace to the town. The last sorcerer Thaddeus Graymire was causing many troubles in town. His constant meddling was angering all the locals. The magic had made him mad that the town had finally had enough. So, they captured and threw him in prison, but that did not help. When the death of a child occurred from his mischievousness, he was sentenced to death. In his spite, he took the last pregnant female dragon and hid her from the dragon hunters. She was the dragon, Mirra, that spared his life since he grew to care about the dragons. They searched far and wide to find it but to no avail. Thaddeus was willing to make a deal for his life; he would reveal the location of the last dragon to be killed. This only infuriated the people of the town. They called his spell a bluff and gave him no mercy. Though no one believed him anyway. His mind had been becoming more addled with becoming an awful sorcerer. In his anger, he refused to reveal the location, even to his death by decapitation. His last words were that when all the dragon hunters were dead and the town was at peace, the dragon would reemerge, causing her destruction upon the very town that had brought him to his death. Ever since the town of Derbyshire has been on the lookout for the last dragon. Still, many have stopped believing in the lore's validity. Only if they had not killed the sorcerer, or so they say." stated Alex
By Sarah Danaher4 years ago in Fiction
Oliver The Dragon
Oliver made his way along his morning path of flight. He usually never deviated from his morning rounds of flying around the forest and surrounding vicinities since he had to get back and tend to his breathing fire duties. There were numerous activities that he, being one of the only dragons in the Kingdom, had to do each day to entertain the mortals that had become accustomed to. Oliver always liked his morning flights. He relished in the sights he saw below, over and through treetops he could see the wildlife scurrying to and fro. Throughout the seasons he admired the leaves as they changed colors and swished through the air as he flapped his dragon wings up and down to make his way. Oliver had lived his whole life in the Cheshire Kingdom, and grew up as a baby dragon under his Uncle’s tutelage of being a future Dragon safe keeper for the Kingdom.
By Adrienne Elizabeth4 years ago in Fiction
Dragonborne
The fires burned through the bushes and the bales. Set ablaze were the hay that formed the rooves encircling the thick trucks of the trees. The eerie glow of bright orange over scarlet glistened in her velvet eyes whose pupils were three stars layered on one another. The hypnotic spectacle of the Heu-mauns running in fear as their small huts burned excited Vai as she hopped from one tree branch to another.
By John Faria4 years ago in Fiction
