Adventure
A Child's Savior
The night's gush was violent and merciless, greater than it tends to be. A clear night sky with a moon so bright it almost felt like the sun never sat. The mountains roared from the barrage of winds slamming unto them, the pines creaking, almost begging for mercy. Though some might consider twice before embarking quest upon this land, there are great magical creatures that could go toe to toe with the sun and moon. As if it appeared from thin air a silhouette of a winged creature flew across the moon in the sky. Flying through the harsh breeze with ease, it became clearer, adorning a robust body trickled with the marks of age. Nevertheless, it meant nothing to it, its wings as wide as the mountain ranges it flew over, talons sharper than the obsidian these lands birthed, and a breath of blaze that no heat on earth could match. It began descending unto the highest of peaks, careful to position itself as it came to a stall before gripping unto the clearing, snow quaked off the peak dropping unto its back, a white blanket of snow covering its pitch-black scales. Then there the dragon just stared into the night, pondering, and admiring. Elsewhere not so far off, others embarked on a journey, a journey that'll end before it even began.
By Andres Marin3 years ago in Fiction
A Child's Savior
The night's gush was violent and merciless, greater than it tends to be. A clear night sky with a moon so bright it almost felt like the sun never sat. The mountains roared from the barrage of winds slamming unto them, the pines creaking, almost begging for mercy. Though some might consider twice before embarking quest upon this land, there are great magical creatures that could go toe to toe with the sun and moon. As if it appeared from thin air a silhouette of a winged creature flew across the moon in the sky. Flying through the harsh breeze with ease, it became clearer, adorning a robust body trickled with the marks of age. Nevertheless, it meant nothing to it, its wings as wide as the mountain ranges it flew over, talons sharper than the obsidian these lands birthed, and a breath of blaze that no heat on earth could match. It began descending unto the highest of peaks, careful to position itself as it came to a stall before gripping unto the clearing, snow quaked off the peak dropping unto its back, a white blanket of snow covering its pitch-black scales. Then there the dragon just stared into the night, pondering, and admiring. Elsewhere not so far off, others embarked on a journey, a journey that'll end before it even began.
By Andres Marin3 years ago in Fiction
The First Dragon Rider
They were coming for him. They could feel it in his aching bones. They were close, gathering pace. The sound of branches cracking underneath heavy footfalls. The neighing of horses being spurred on in urgency. Faster, he had to ride faster. There was no telling He had managed to cross the border into Kalecura, escaping Venador, but the Imperial troops were keeping pace. Aldor had carried him and the child for a full day's ride and while his trusty companion would never complain, Dorian knew the beast was beginning to tire.
By Eli Mottram3 years ago in Fiction
Megin's Redemption
The soft hiss of tree branches being forced to rub against one another preceded the rarest sight on the continent, one that surely could only be a myth. A full-grown dragon crept past a rocky precipice on the mountain side, causing the under canopy of the forest to part around the bulk of his lean, scarred body as he slunk through the ancient trees. He moved stealthily yet with purpose, as though drawn directly to a rocky outcropping by some unseen force. There, near the edge of the cliff was a sleeping toddler.
By Kristine Nissel3 years ago in Fiction
The Boy and The Dragon
Deep deep in the forest below, lies a great beast that rules over all. This king if you may, is nothing but a humble Dragon just trying to find his way. The other beasts made me their king out of fear. This is something I never wanted but fate can be a tricky thing. So I’ve made the best of things and this predicament that I am in. I knew I had to be responsible so I came up with a scenario where I could be left alone for six out of the seven days of the week and my Lieutenants would have to report to me only once a week about the matters going on down below. I kept myself in a cave at the highest peak in the land. I was able to have a peaceful life and enjoy myself. It's been 547 years since I became the king and a lot has changed. We went from Wild beast fighting in the jungle to a society of magic Beast living in the forest.
By Anthony Cirillo3 years ago in Fiction
Dragon Touched
This isn’t at all what the Creators envisioned Ardaynium to be. Built and nurtured lifetimes ago, Ardaynium was supposed to be a place of wonder and magic. The Creators, beings ancient and powerful, put all they were into its erection. They gave beautiful sunrises, night skies full of stars and brilliant colors, waters so blue, and soil perfect for farming. They gave their souls to feed magic into the world, so that all of the people that came after them would have a world full of excitement.
By Tiffany Fairfield3 years ago in Fiction
Hissandra, Queen of Fire
In the dark forest-country of Tinsley, there was none fiercer nor more feared than Hissandra, Queen of Fire. Her scales shone like the sun as she soared through the skies. All who saw her were at once seized with dread, knowing that one wrong move could offend the fearsome Dragon sending her into a violent flight upon them. Villages had fallen to her smoldering breath for no more than a festival guitar played too loudly as she slept nearby.
By Julie Hill3 years ago in Fiction
Aiza
Dusk darkened the canopy of the forest, giving the branches an appearance of hands reaching towards Aiza. Twigs snapped beneath her little feet as she crept through the shrubs toward a towering, grassy hill in the distance. Hope filled her chest. Perhaps there would be a cave, or at the very least, she would be able to see far enough to regain her path.
By Kate Speedy 3 years ago in Fiction
Malenda
And there he was - a bare beast with taloned, varmint hands clawing at this young girl. Why, she was only 3 years of age. Her folds of fat, waiting to become longer limbs. Her teeth longing for a home in the crevices of that child's mouth, impatiently hoping to some day learn the word: Help.
By Sophie Wakefield 3 years ago in Fiction
Dragon’s Child
With my jaws parted in pleasure, I scented using my dark divaricated tongue to taste the wind. I banked towards the ocean, gliding across the bamboo forest and towards the scent of seabirds. Increasing my speed, I used my eyes, instead of simply scenting to enjoy the caress of wind. Concentrating, I felt the familiar sensation of my eyes adjusting, a light tingle, a slight pressure- from the effort of seeing the heat signatures of the world around me. The black night erupted into deep blues and luminous purples, with faint orange pinpricks for stars. As soon as I looked up in the direction of seabird, I saw bright orange forms heading slowly towards the coast. My tongue licked eagerly at the air. Just a little closer I waited until the glow of bright orange was just above me. Then I arched upwards, rending the air with membranous wings, curving my serpentine body and snatching three seabirds in one motion, quenching a small portion of my thirst. I took my time returning inland from out over the ocean. Angling into a smooth descent, I began to glide above the bamboo and tropical trees once more. It was bad form to fly openly on a night so well lit by moonlight, and I was relieved to be back above the labyrinth of mountains that was my home.
By Sethryn Caege3 years ago in Fiction
