Julia Elizabeth
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The Rogue Dragon
The Night of the Amber Moon is less of a holiday and more of an eerie event though the Spellbinders would like us to think differently. The collection takes place at midnight when the golden moon is high in the ink black sky and the darkness has snuffed out all the light of the sun and stars. The only light that is visible is the burning torches along the village shops leading to a roaring bonfire in the center of the town square where the payments will be collected. Thousands of villagers stand in a long line to pay what’s due and for those who don’t make an appearance, the guard goes from door to door to ensure no one is missing.
By Julia Elizabeth 3 years ago in Fiction
The Rogue Dragon
Though the villagers felt the immense shake of the crash they disregarded it instantly only grateful that the dragon hadn’t crashed in their village. The dragon had most likely landed in the Forest of Shadows outside the village to rest. It was uninhabited so there would be no concern that any lives would be lost as long as they didn’t do or say anything to encourage an attack.
By Julia Elizabeth 3 years ago in Fiction
The Rogue Dragon
Stealing food from Cole’s kitchen will be simple. After all, I’ve been doing it ever since I learned how to steal. With Cole’s permission of course. When we were smaller, after a day of playing in the Forest of Shadows I would sneak into the kitchen while the cook was occupied and take tea cakes, scones, apples, sandwiches and bottles of milk. We would have a fine picnic in the woods by our Crystal pond and swim in the cold water to fight the summer heat.
By Julia Elizabeth 3 years ago in Fiction
The Rogue Dragon
I weave in and out of the crowd, shoving, dodging, nudging, all the while filling my pockets with an assortment of treasures. So far I’ve been able to “acquire” a small pouch of coppers, a carved oak owl for luck, an amethyst bracelet, a gold band, a wood pipe, some string, a rather interesting sea green rock, and a couple plums. Not a bad haul and it's barely time for dinner. I have always loved the energy and excitement of the market and it's not because it's a great place to pick pockets. There is always something exotic and rare on display from people who have come from far away countries and villages to sell their bizarre items and talents. Today the market is filled with a multitude of people all bustling to sell their newly harvested watermelons, tomatoes, varieties of squashes, sweet potatoes and baskets of large strawberries. Breeders sell their goats, pigs, and chickens of all different shades and sizes. Fabric Weavers exhibit their fine silks and patterned fabrics for customers to admire their flawless shimmer and intricate needlework. Mysterious Soothsayers shout the importance of charms, amulets and nick knacks to gain favor with the Magicae. Food vendors prepare raw cuts of meat and fish covered in a blend of spices on their griddles, the juices dripping onto the hot coals causing a delicious sizzling noise, encouraging my mouth to water. Bakers cut and package bread woven and shaped into ornate patterns.
By Julia Elizabeth 3 years ago in Fiction
The Rogue Dragon
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. Which is a very lovely thought and most likely a great story to tell but this is not the time to live in daydreams. I live in the here and now, the harsh reality of constantly chasing my next meal. And dwelling on fantasies of a world where ferocious fire-breathing overgrown lizards don't exist does not help me put food on the table.
By Julia Elizabeth 4 years ago in Fiction
Day 1
8/17/21 By Julia Baker It was Day 1 of Daniel's first mission. The United Republic needed him to report at the train station, 7am sharp. Which meant that Daniel should have gotten a good sleep to be refreshed and awake for his mission. As usual, that meant his night was actually spent tossing and turning in his bed, wondering what would happen the next day. Daniel rolled over to look at his alarm clock. He felt for the snooze button and gently pushed it for the numbers to glow. The green light temporarily blinded his eyes after staring blankly into the dark for so long. Quickly, his blue eyes adjusted to the bright green numbers. Two o’clock in the morning. Daniel groaned, rolled back over and pulled the sheets up to his chin. He had already set out his assigned clothing on his office desk, which consisted of a plain white T-shirt, a blue army jacket which was secretly bulletproof and a pair of light washed jeans. He had everything ready to go, down to the white socks in his grey running shoes. His satchel was also packed with a smartphone, wallet full of cash, some basic toiletries, an extra change of clothes, dehydrated food, a water bottle and a 2” knife. Daniel was reluctant to take the knife, thinking it might give himself away as a potential threat to the Insurgents but the United Republic insisted on having it to protect himself. Not that he couldn't protect himself without it.
By Julia Elizabeth 4 years ago in Fiction
