Adventure
The Stains of Memory
Prologue The city of Aartan was silent as the full moon crested over the mountains. The tiered sea of moonlit rooftops was webbed by the darkness of the city's winding streets and alleyways, like a sheet of ice beginning to crack under the strain of a man too heavy. It was all quite serene to Henri, who enjoyed his view of the Avaran Capital from his cell in the Flumontre de Aartan.
By E.C. Weinstock3 years ago in Fiction
Not Just Fairy Tales
It’s been centuries since people believed in dragons and “fairy tale” beasts. But long ago, fairy tales weren’t just stories to entertain children, they were warnings. Cautionary tales to keep little ones from straying too far from the safe glow of the hearth and the watchful eyes of their families. Nowadays though, when their children are frightened of tales of witches and monsters their parents soothe them. “Don’t worry, it’s not real,” they say, “it’s just a story, make-believe,” they insist. Forgetting the old warnings and making simple stories of these warnings was the first big mistake modern humans made.
By Renehta Wilcox3 years ago in Fiction
The Dragon-Born and the Witch
It was very early in the morning when a small child, around the age of two, wandered off into the misty forest while their mother was outside tending to her herbs. The sunlight was just starting to peak through the tops of the trees while the ground was still eerily dark. At the edge of the trees fog was still visible as the sun hadn't yet touched it to disperse it in the first light and warmth of day. The mother was humming to herself a merry little tune as she went about her task. Her intuition began to itch that something was amiss and so looking up she noticed the child was nowhere in sight. It was common for her curious little one to wander off- after all, they were starting to take after their witch mother's own curious tendencies and were quite the independent child. However, she was always very strict to tell them that the forest was forbidden and off-limits for there were strange and mystical qualities about the forest, most of which were unknown. There were also rumors of a myriad of creatures living in it, of which many myths and legends arose among those who lived on their island, just off the coast of the mainland.
By Caitlin Porter3 years ago in Fiction
Starlight
The mountain air is cool, and dusk is settling in. The late fall sun has set. The leaves on the ground rustle restlessly as small animals come out for the night, disturbing the dried leaves that still retain some of their red and orange hues. A few leaves still cling determinedly to the trees, but they are in the minority.
By Alana S. Leonard3 years ago in Fiction
Alpha & Omega
Shrill wailing pierced the still night, waking Embyr from a deep sleep. She grumbled as she lumbered to her feet and looked around to find the direction of the cry. Silence met her for a moment before the wailing began again quite a distance behind her toward the ocean. Usually, her exceptional hearing was a blessing, but tonight it felt like a curse. The cry didn’t come from any beast she knew.
By Michael Mayer III3 years ago in Fiction
Sacrifices Made
There are small eyes peering out from the bushes surrounding the clearing, the color not unlike new tree branches or the leaf litter on the ground. Te’sara-zura is quite used to most things being smaller than her. She had grown taller than the oldest tree in her territory long ago and often she was the biggest living thing for miles. But most small things she was used to. Most were covered in soft fur or had hard exoskeletons. Most did not tremble against the cold, frosted ground or watch her for so long un-startled. The little creature had skin like the tree-flesh hidden by rough bark and hair the color of her mountainous cousins’ claws. Despite these colors, that Te’sara-zura thought of as well protected and hard, the little one was so soft.
By Abby Jacobsen3 years ago in Fiction
A Dragon's Promise
Chapter 1: A King's Pitfall The light, though forceful beat against my eyelids to be met with no answer. My heavy skin offered no entrance to the sun's rays persuasive though they were. I patiently rested and dreamed those wakeful dreams one often lulls into before sleep. Humans pay no mind to this state, but for I, a Dragon, it was here where I could truly rest.
By DreamSeeker3 years ago in Fiction
Wicked Delights
It’s strange how some things can seem so beautiful and gentle in one light, and yet so ugly and cruel in another. A forest might seem pleasant and inviting in the daytime with sunlight cascading through the breaches of the canopy to form amber shafts of heaven. Perhaps the trees would shake ever so slightly in the wind, rattling their arbor amusement at Mother Nature’s kind breath. In the night however that same forest might appear unsettling, what with the crescent moon peaking through the branches that now leered over those who would travel their lands in the hours of the unwaking.
By Jacob Sola3 years ago in Fiction
The Broken Compromise
The dragon was awakened from its sleep by a sharp noise. She stretched out her wings wide, accompanied with a yawn. There was that noise again. A cry? No, a shriek of some kind. Laughter floated down the cave as she made her way out of her den. The sun was rising, peaking above the sister mountain that laid to the east. She stepped into the light and a looked over the small clearing. Her eyes spotted the tiny form, and she slowly approached it.
By Hannah Hohnadel3 years ago in Fiction
Satori and the Town of Good Fortune
The black dragon of magnanimity hermetically concealed itself amongst the tall trees. It observed the small boy alone in the middle of the forest and strategically followed the youngster as he continued to walk on the outskirts of the mysterious town called “Great Fortune.”. The Alchemist named Nirva gave these orders. After vigilantly watching, It suddenly flew right beside the boy.
By Anthony Weir 3 years ago in Fiction
