Jonathan La'Frank Hairston
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I’m a traveling thinker and feeler which heavily influences my writing. I have varied interests and ideals from cooking, music, to philosophy, and advocacy. I thrive on in depth conversations and thinking about the human condition.
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Eclipse War
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. However, these were times of war and alliances needed to be made. What better allies could one have than the mightiest creatures in the world? Caliph stood in awe as he watched what could only be the procession of the highest-ranking dragons in all Grenadia. There were ten in total, but the one that caught his eye was the largest and most majestic leading them. He’d heard the other warriors crowded around the camp’s entrance call her Athina. She was massive. He would never say that where she could hear him, out of fear she’d squash him flat. But he could think of no other words to describe her size. Regardless, she was the most beautiful creature he'd ever seen in his twenty years on this earth. Her scales were a warm golden color and almost heart shaped. Her claws shone like diamonds and were undoubtedly much stronger. She had four horns adorning the top of her head, two short and two long. The way they curved in and upward seemed to form a crown to display her status. Her eyes were the color of sunset, changing as they moved over the crowd below. Her face was stern, confident, but Caliph could sense a hint of kindness in her gaze. One that did not detract from the power she exuded. He would have fallen to his knees the moment she got near had he been a lesser man. Still, he knew he was a mere mortal in her presence. If he was excited simply by hearing that the dragons would be attending the war council, seeing them completely overwhelmed him. Caliph knew this moment would live in his memory for the rest of his life. To have all the free tribes of Grenadia gathered was a momentous task, but for the dragons to agree to attend was a moment unheard of in this age. As he stared at them, Athina in particular, the world sank away. It was as if he were in a trance.
By Jonathan La'Frank Hairston4 years ago in Fiction
Inheritors of the Ancients
Chapter 4 Pursuit It had been several hours since Phenton began following Jauron into the Forest of Reverie. He’d stayed far enough away from him to remain out of sight but close enough to react if any danger presented itself. Not that it was truly necessary. He knew Jauron was a better tracker and was always aware of his presence. Even now, as engulfed as he was in getting to his destination, it was obvious he knew just where Phenton lurked. He simply didn’t care, his attention fixed. Fixed forward. If anything did manage to pull Jauron away from his trance, Phenton was confident that it would get blasted away before he could reach. Seeing him like this, Phenton knew. Nothing could deter him. Jauron was transfixed – moving swiftly through the trees. No stopping, no signs of slowing down. Phenton went back and forth from worry to fascination. Jauron may be in his element but going through the forest at this speed was still impressive. His pace almost too great for Phenton to maintain. Had he not been exceedingly curious to figure out what help Jauron’s focus so intently, he may have suffered from wounded pride. But this only encouraged him to keep moving, keep following. With every passing step, Phenton grew more and more anxious to discover what could be so compelling to Jauron. What could possibly make him so intent on reaching his destination? What could create such an intense reaction in him?
By Jonathan La'Frank Hairston4 years ago in Fiction
Inheritors of the Ancients
Chapter 3 The Reluctant Shadow Phenton McNair was known for his brawn, his massive size, and his power. But he was no dullard, by any means. Training was more than a show of physical strength for him. It’s where he did his best thinking. The focus helped exercise his mind. He wasn’t all mass, he was charismatic and clever. The deadliest combination…both on and off the battlefield. But alas, he had yet to experience battle. Hence his constant training. At present, he trained alone, if you ignored the throng of villagers gathered along the edge of the training yard. Feigning as if he didn’t notice them was part of the ruse. The enjoyment. He had to be tactful. Thankfully, Lady Tamryn insisted on him training alone and did not accompany him today. She could always tell when his mind strayed. And she was keen to take advantage of those openings. She never let the opportunity slide to teach him a lesson. Let him know that he still had room to grow.
By Jonathan La'Frank Hairston4 years ago in Fiction
Inheritors of the Ancients
Chapter 2 Awakening Finally, Jauron snapped back to the present. He’d realized that he’d stopped just at the edge of the clearing. He was standing near a group of bushes that grew starberries. Gilead’s favorite. They were small berries in the vague shape of a star. Their skin was a midnight blue color, speckled in silver. The juice they produced was a bright blue color, sweet to the taste with a slight bitterness. It was very popular in the elven village. Jauron picked a few before sitting down under the trees nearby. He didn’t know why, but the pressing urge that had drawn him from his home in the middle of the night had ceased. He hadn’t stopped to eat or drink once since leaving his room. The call had come swiftly and fiercely, leaving him no time to prepare his usual provisions. He was happy to take advantage of the rest. Though, he was now even more certain that this meant his journey was far from over. So he rested, not knowing how long he’d be able to do so.
By Jonathan La'Frank Hairston4 years ago in Fiction
Inheritors Of The Ancients
Chapter 1 The Call The urge had come to him late in the evening. It started off small, a longing look out of his bedroom window. The moon looked back at him, almost in invitation. Jauron thought to himself how he wouldn’t have been able to resist going into the forest if he had tried. This was not his normal escape into the woods. It was a discovery! Every cell in Jauron’s body screamed – launching each footstep forward. The desire to press onward was so strong, it was almost painful. It would not allow him to stop, even for a moment. He had to keep going. The anticipation was exhilarating, though a bit alarming. Jauron hardly ever got this excited. Normally, he tried to maintain a controlled disposition. It would be inaccurate to say he lacked emotion. It was quite the opposite…Jauron’s emotions could run wild. Hence the need for control. Already he could tell that whatever control he had would be tested to its limit.
By Jonathan La'Frank Hairston4 years ago in Fiction
