Adventure
The Fierce Dragon Protectors
She was a girl who had been born to a small country village to a very extremely reserved family. She had never thought much of her family as they were all very quiet and hardworking. They were reserved, humble and spiritual. They were good people kind with big hearts, the kind of hearts though that people has seen that were good and kind and would take advantage of though.
By Avril Doucette3 years ago in Fiction
Saccades
In spoken Romancy, the word "dragon" in its most literal definitions, means "non-living", or "un-alive". This was a fact that somewhat perplexed Iris, as she didn't recall feeling particularly "un-alive". As far as she was concerned, she was more alive than anyone. Especially, she was more alive than the little mortal things that defined her that way. The peoples of Roma, always so quick and desperate to define. Everything always had to be dangerous, or ancient, or foreign. They loved their definitions, even for the things they didn’t understand. Things like Iris. She was older than them, stranger than them too. A piece of the old world itself. But the peoples of Roma had their ways and Iris had hers. She was not one of them, of course. She was, as they say, a dragon; one of only four. Moreover, she was the oldest dragon, the first one. That made her the oldest thing of all things. However the little mortals chose to define her, that was their business. She knew what she was, and she knew her mission. She was blessed with it, burdened with it, even before her first moment in this world. Those misguided mortal things that so misunderstood her were actually under her sworn protection. Yes, that was her mission. They were her mission. Her blessing and her burden. She was created, just like her sister and two brothers, to cradle and protect mortal life. A weighty design to be sure, but one she was more than capable of fulfilling. She had a purpose. It was something she carried in her bosom with pride, even if the little people on the ground didn’t know it. It was enough for her to know.
By C. Martin Thornton3 years ago in Fiction
A Dragon's Gem
A full moon shone in the sky above, and the woods laid in a peaceful silence. Creatures of the night scurried about, searching for prey or a place to hide. Any noise lasted only a moment, even the large whoosh of wind from above the trees didn’t last long. These large gusts came from the large and leathery wings of a dragon. His body a crimson red, and his scales seemed to shine like rubies when bathed in the moonlight. He flew over the trees towards the towering mountains, a bundle of cloth hanging from his neck.
By Elena Romero3 years ago in Fiction
Golden Emerald
The light from the crescent moon shown down on the lands of the kingdom of Havendale. Far away from the castle a creature drifted through the sky. The rich golden scales of the young dragon Aureum rode the winds of the frigid night air. Aureum was aware of the cold but did not feel it’s cold embrace against his warm body. His nightly hunt had left him satisfied, but still felt the need to fly. The feeling of freedom was overwhelming blissful. Besides, the night was what allowed the dragons freedom. During the day they mainly kept hidden and close to the ground. While the humans slept, the dragons hunted. This is what kept the peace between the humans and dragons. It had been that way for hundreds of years. After what seemed like the never-ending wars between the two different being, it was decided that they live separately, and more importantly in peace. Dragons didn’t see or bother humans, and humans responded in kind.
By Gaven Wood3 years ago in Fiction
Fox Tales
A grown dragon finds a lost — or abandoned — toddler in the forest. The dragon approached quietly, with uncanny stealth and grace considering her massive size. She gently sniffed at the child who lay huddled at the base of a large Sugi (杉) tree with nothing but a fleece blanket to cover him. Lifting her head with a look of curiosity and surprise, she sensed a magical aura about the boy and noticed his blanket bearing the crest of the high Vulpine Court of Celestial Foxes. The boy looked human, probably around two years of age, and unlike the local population of humans in this region who all have ebony black hair, this boy had very light blond hair, nearly white in fact.
By D. E. King3 years ago in Fiction
The Story of Icarus
The vermin had shot him down 20 leagues ago. Luckily, he flew close to a river and fell into it as an escape. They had gotten crafty, scarily good at hunting his kind for being so small and weak. Icarus shifted uncomfortably, the wound trickled blood slowly. How shameful to be lying here when he belonged in the sky. He needed time for his magic to heal him and unfortunately the wooded area seemed the safest place. He huffed and shifted his wings, stopping his movement suddenly at the snap of a twig. A low rumble began deep within his chest as he prepared for whatever may come. He didn't think the humans could follow him so far and so fast being as slow as they were. The rumble abruptly stopped when he beheld a small human, staring at him wide-eyed and bearing its teeth. "Are you proud of yourselves to see me in such a state?" The small human's mouth fell open as it took several hesitant steps towards him. "Back away you filthy mongrel," he growled, laying his head down between his mighty paws. The tiny human did not listen. It instead continued its tottering journey towards him. It smelled like a man, but with that sweet smell of innocence. No ounce of fear. A man child then. Its hair at the top of its head was wild, dirt smudged every space of tanned skin. It wore a filthy, tattered piece of clothing. Lost? Or abandoned? Icarus wondered. Either way he figured, the small thing would not last long in the wilderness. One less dragon hunter then. The toddling thing finally reached him, placing his small hands between his nostrils. He huffed a breath that ruffled the child's hair. One of the most beautiful sounds Icarus had ever heard came out of the child's mouth. A laugh, he realized. He didn't know humans could make such noises. He had only ever heard them scream. Yet, here this small human was making a noise as beautiful as the wind on his face and the sun warming his scales. The child looked at him expectantly. Icarus chuckled at the look, the movement causing the child to fall. The familiar screaming came with tears but the small child looked so pathetic, Icarus felt a twinge of guilt. The child sniffled and said, "Bad Birdy!" He wailed and pointed his finger at the dragon. "I'm sorry little one," he responded, bemused. A mighty dragon being swayed by something as small as his claws. One flick of his claws and the thing would be dead, however it trusted him. Implicitly. "It okay Birdy." The child said, wiping his teary face with a dirty arm. Icarus grimaced at the filth. "I am no bird, Child. I am a mighty dragon!" He huffed again, sending the child into laughter as the air ruffled the child's clothing.
By Madison Raes3 years ago in Fiction
