Colt Henderson
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I usually write horror.
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Fayrin's Journey
There weren't always dragons in the valley. But that was a long time ago. That is what Uncle Rous says anyway. The elders have banned him for his blasphemous speech. He once told me that this world is one of many, and we are but one of many living things. I don't know where he gets his musings, but he is either blessed by the God of Light or he is cursed by the God of the Moon. I may never know.
By Colt Henderson4 years ago in Fiction
Dark Magic
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. In fact the last one was destroyed at the end of the Great War, but it seems they are back. Dragons are a lot like golems in the way that they are made, not born. And it takes an enormous amount of dark energy to create one. A dragon is the most powerful weapon a dark mage can possess.
By Colt Henderson4 years ago in Fiction
Zayera's Plight
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. The elders tell stories about how the last dragons were hunted to extinction by the Fire-Walkers before they were even born. Fire-Walkers learned how to control flames and used them to overthrow the Dragon Lords dynasty. The final Lords flew to Mount Vashery, but the Fire-Walkers found them. It is said to have been a fight for the ages. Both sides throwing different colored flames lit up the sky in colors never seen before, or since. When the last Dragon Lord died the Fire-Walkers laid claim to all lands originally owned by the Lords. Everything was fine at first, the elders say, but soon the Fire-Walkers became tyrannical, just like the Dragon Lords. Many people tried to fight back, but the masses were outmatched. Many lives were lost that day. The people still remember that day in a somber celebration known as Angel's Day. Now the people live under the thumb of the Fire-Walkers.
By Colt Henderson4 years ago in Fiction
Dragon Valley
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. I kind of thought they were mythical. At least that is what I was taught. I was also taught four sentences to a paragraph, but it is pretty much the end of the world. I will do my best, small diary I found, but I promise nothing. I think I forgot something. Oh … the date. It is currently February 17th, 2142.
By Colt Henderson4 years ago in Fiction
My Mother
Dear Mom, You are my hero. I know I don't say it, but your strength is awe-inspiring. When I was a child, and dad left, I never saw you flinch. I was young, but I still remember the look of determination on your face as we had that garage sale. It was before we moved in with Mema and Papa. If you cried I never saw it.
By Colt Henderson4 years ago in Families
Mot
The moon was full, and the skies were clear. The sun had set a few hours before and the nocturnal community was out. Perched high on a tree was a white and silver barn owl. He surveyed the valley watching three women approach the tree where he sat. They all wore similar robes of dark colors and carried a huge cast iron cauldron.
By Colt Henderson4 years ago in Fiction
