Tiana Hall
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The search for Bayla
Bayla There weren’t always dragons in the valley; the world used to be safe too. Now? Now the world is a wild place, trolls terrorizing villages. Forest creatures attack the merchants as they travel. I breathed in a calming breath banishing the dark thoughts. The flowers are in full bloom, the wonderful scents swept over me washing away the winter sorrows. I smiled with relief. Why couldn’t I do this every day? Surely there are healing powers in the wind, sky, and plants. The world is just so perfect and so peaceful. I danced through the meadow. Laughing to myself. Running my hands over the flower petals and their leaves. My hair pulling at my head trailing behind. The world is so magical. My foot touched something different.I looked down at my yellow shoes. I was standing on a flat stone. It didn’t feel right to me. The stone looked normal enough. I started searching, I don’t know what for but I could feel that there was something hiding here. There were more rocks smoothed out like stepping stones. I stood in the center looking down at them. It was a pattern where the stones are laid out in a specific way. I stood at the center lines of stone lead away stretching out in every direction. The wind dropped suddenly and the meadow was dead calm. I realized I was standing at the heart of the meadow. I was sure it was the exact center. How strange, I’ve been coming to this meadow for years and I never found this before. I reached down, touching the center stone. It was smooth but I pulled my hand away wincing. A drop of blood fell from my finger tip. dripping onto the smooth stone. I pulled out the offending thorn that had stuck me. I glanced at the rose bush nearby. Not a single flower was on it. I sighed, I'm making mountains out of shadows.
By Tiana Hall4 years ago in Fiction
The Dawn of Magic
There weren’t always dragons in the valley, until they began coming from the deserts in the north. They came in massive numbers, it’s unclear if they were invading or fleeing. They corrupted the hearts of men as they flooded over the land. Taking as they pleased bewitching the people to fight their battles. The dragons were at war with themselves. Some fought to gain an advantage over others for territory. Others for the pleasure of fighting and being In control. My father was one of these bewitched fighters. He rose from his bed one night and walked away wearing only his pants and carrying a kitchen knife. Father Trenton came and told us the news
By Tiana Hall4 years ago in Fiction
