Sc00ter Empire
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Aspiring fiction author. I like to tell stories of all sorts.
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Tales of Zemmera:
There weren’t always dragons in the valley. There was once a time where my floating island in the sky was home to only one dragon. I used my power to lift the island away from the mainlands. The Island is massive with its own mountain and beautiful waterfalls that lead into its many woodlands. All its beauty aside, its most important purpose was to serve as a getaway for myself and a few other races to avoid the ongoing conflict below. The dragons beneath me all either wished to rule the world, or protect all the beauties which the world had to offer. Finding no peaceful solution, they caused chaos across the land destroying so many different races entirely, and bringing the dragon population itself down to a mere handful. I did not watch the horror with my eyes, but I could feel it both in vibrations caused from battle, and a certain sixth sense of pain caused by the mass loss of life. Time went by and some of the few races I had saved from the chaos had built themselves structures to live in, farms and pastures to feed themselves, and a temple where they would go to worship me as their savior. As the only one who could fly above the island I could see that I truly had saved them. Sometimes I would visit their temple and tell them stories of power even higher than my own. Whenever they would bring offerings to me, I would return the offerings back to the people in secret. One day while I was in the temple bringing knowledge to the people, I heard the subtle vibrations of a dragon beating its wings in the skies above my island. I went outside the temple telling everyone from the town to stay inside. I looked into the sky and saw a shadow flying through the clouds. Our eyes locked against each other as I walked into the forest and away from the temple. The trees cut away our gaze, but I could still hear the dragon circling above me. It wasn't long before I reached a clearing in the trees where our eyes locked again and the shadow descended from the sky. It hit the ground hard pushing leaves into the air and leaving a small crater in the ground for each of its four legs. He used his long neck as a guide as he approached me slowly until we were face to face with each other.
By Sc00ter Empire4 years ago in Fiction
Lodge Trip
A simple minded man that goes by the nickname The Farmer is driving his truck up to a small lodge in the mountainous woodlands. Tagging along with him is his daughter Abigail who is quite excited to be spending one on one time with her old man. Neither of the two had ever camped in these grounds and were ready for anything. They pulled into the lodge sometime in the afternoon, while the sun was still high enough in the sky that the lodge stuck out of the darkness of the trees easily. The Farmer parked his truck, grabbed his bags with one hand, and held his daughter's hand as they approached the front steps of the lodge.
By Sc00ter Empire4 years ago in Fiction
