Adventure

Fool Proof
The vibrant green forest was quiet. Too quiet for an Anoxiver morning when life was supposed to be in renewal, and quieter than it was yesterday. Éimhím trudged onwards, unsettled. His pastel, deep lime green scales with their rich pink undertones, bristled. It shouldn’t have been so quiet, especially not during the yearly two-week eclipse. He had gone years and years seeing it all over the world, and it was never this quiet even in the calmest of places, let alone here, the most dangerous region during the lightlessness.
By Mychaila A. Rose3 years ago in Fiction
The Chronicles of Terramyr
The Black Keep towers into the cerulean sky, casting an oppressive shadow over the surrounding landscape. High above the townsfolk in Castletown village below, surrounded by black pointed spires, obsidian-sculpted archways, and a twisting maze of dark corridors, King Hothgar Tassedothe, followed by a retinue of men, slowly ascends the steps of a narrow walkway upwards toward the dark dome-shaped structure of the Imperial Council chamber.
By Dylan Crice3 years ago in Fiction
City of Embers
1. A Sylvan Encounter It is generally known that dragons are both the oldest and the wisest creatures to inhabit the Universe. Theirs is indeed a distinction that enjoys special pride of place amongst all living things. Not only do they attain fantastic old age, but their kind and gentle nature has made them the guardians and repositories of the world’s knowledge and wisdom. On a cool mid-October morning just as the leaves were beginning to turn and woodland creatures stirred sleepily in their burrows, the dragon Easton settled down on a rocky outcropping near a small fountain to contemplate his own existence. His long snout, now covered in a dusting of white scales, which have been protecting him for the last four hundred and sixteen years lay on the very edge of the rock so that the smell of the water entered his nostrils and filled his senses entirely. He had travelled far to come to the Resting Place and his limbs were tired and weary. He closed his eyes and breathed deeply, drawing in of the world around him and with it, its secrets. He was tired down to his very core. Tired of the universe of men, who were incapable of governing themselves without fight or prejudice. Tired of the years spent trying to teach them of right and wrong, good and bad, of sacrifice and humility. But tired, mostly, of a life spent in studious solitude. Night after lonely night of pouring over books of spells and magic weary with fatigue. He longed - more than anything else - for companionship, for anyone with whom to share his discoveries and experiences. He would be quite content, he decided just then, to fall asleep and never wake up, to drift off with the smell of the best of the world replete in his senses and the sound of the flowing water filling his ears. The idea struck him as singularly unique and he determined to search for the Flower of Sleep that would grant him respite from his lonely existence. So determined, he roused himself from the rock, leaving behind the fast-flowing water and its magical soporific sounds and set about with renewed energy to locate the little flower. He had just turned onto the path that led to the lushest part of the valley, when a faint sound came to him, halting his progress directly. He turned his ear this way and that, testing the air for the ephemeral note that seemed only a second ago so distinct amongst the other sounds of the forest, but heard nothing. He continued on his way and before long it came to him again, soft and sweet and gentle, carried on a leaf-filled breeze that barely stirred the tops of the great trees. Again, he paused and listened. And this time it seemed somewhat closer. He tested the air, this time with his forked tongue and chuckled as he recognised - beyond a shred of doubt - the sounds of a young human child at play. Careful so as not to disturb it, the great dragon crept up to the place where the child was murmuring to itself in a glade of grass, and stood watching it in silence. Seconds passed, then minutes as the great dragon stood there, mesmerised by the musings of a child lost in the trappings of its own imagination. There is nothing more beautiful, he thought, than the happiness of a child spell-bound in a world of its own creation. He might have stayed like that for a long time, were it not that his thoughts turned to the child’s safety and, glancing furtively around, could discern no guardian or parent close at hand. He stepped into the clearing and as he did so, the child turned its saucer-like sapphire eyes up to him.
By George3 years ago in Fiction
Gully
With a tattered towel Belinda dried a terra cotta mug, then lifted herself up onto her tiptoes and reached overhead to hang the mug from a row of hooks above the bar. Directly ahead, through cloudy windows framed in warping wood, she watched the early evening sun high on the horizon. A quick rap of knuckles against the counter came from the end of the bar. Belinda turned her attention towards the sound, and the man motioned her over. In a hoarse voice, he said, “Fill ‘er ep, and gimme a bowl of whatever you got.”
By A. Crossan3 years ago in Fiction
Fallen Sun Rising Moon
Day came early that night, if only for a moment. To most of those awake in the land, it appeared the sun, jealous of the moon’s dominance of the dark and eager to claim it as its own, lunged toward the earth before crashing with the sound of a million stones, shattering the forest and mountains beneath it. When the light faded, those who had been roused could only see the lowly blue iridescence of the stars left in its wake, wondering if it had been a dream or if the sun had truly declared war on the night.
By Ethan J Bearden3 years ago in Fiction
When I was a Dragon
The night was creeping over the pine forest, crawling across the sky and drowning us in darkness. The humans have to light up the night sky, with torches and lamps and big bonfires to scare away the dark. Every human village that I fly over has a dim glow to it. We don't do that, light the night on fire. We embrace the darkness, and the peaceful quiet that it brings. The world gets dark, and we lay down to rest.
By Meaghan Priest3 years ago in Fiction
Sins of the Son
I was the first of the Scions of Fire, the first chimera spliced into a dragon, but I would not be the last. The feeling of metal crushing between my talons had become as routine as breakfast. It was just another way to start the day.
By S Ward3 years ago in Fiction
The Dawn of Calamity
Of the many myths and legends throughout Fal’Ardin. There has only ever been one prophecy. It foretells two children, both lost souls and polar opposites. One is a little girl of pure heart and innocence, who will be raised and nurtured by a Dragon from the heavens. The other is a boy whose heart will be filled with hate and malice, who will be raised by a Dragon from the earth. One child is said to bring about peace, while the other will bring ruin. Said to awaken a Great Wyrm, the father of evil who breeds destruction. The prophecy foretells war, and that these two destined children will face each other.
By Julio Aguilar3 years ago in Fiction
The Last Dragon
"As legend states, a small toddler wandered in the dragon-infested forest. He encountered a silver-scaled female dragon. The toddler just looked concerned but not convinced the dragon was safe. The dragon looked strangely at the small human but still sympathized with the child. For she was a female dragon, and the small voice of a child did not alarm her. She picked the little boy up in her large claws. Her confusion caused her to bring the kid to a crazy old sorcerer living with the dragons. In his altered state, he splashed some magical dust and then demanded to return the child to the human kingdoms. As the child started crying, the mother dragon comforted the boy by licking him. He was confused by that. She quickly flew nearer to the tiny town and let the return unharmed. His family was grateful but wondered how he was not a snack to her. As the child grew, he remembered the silver-scaled dragon, which he named, Mirra. He also developed the sorcerer's abilities and his madness. Slowly he lost his mind to the magic and became a menace to the town. The last sorcerer Thaddeus Graymire was causing many troubles in town. His constant meddling was angering all the locals. The magic had made him mad that the town had finally had enough. So, they captured and threw him in prison, but that did not help. When the death of a child occurred from his mischievousness, he was sentenced to death. In his spite, he took the last pregnant female dragon and hid her from the dragon hunters. She was the dragon, Mirra, that spared his life since he grew to care about the dragons. They searched far and wide to find it but to no avail. Thaddeus was willing to make a deal for his life; he would reveal the location of the last dragon to be killed. This only infuriated the people of the town. They called his spell a bluff and gave him no mercy. Though no one believed him anyway. His mind had been becoming more addled with becoming an awful sorcerer. In his anger, he refused to reveal the location, even to his death by decapitation. His last words were that when all the dragon hunters were dead and the town was at peace, the dragon would reemerge, causing her destruction upon the very town that had brought him to his death. Ever since the town of Derbyshire has been on the lookout for the last dragon. Still, many have stopped believing in the lore's validity. Only if they had not killed the sorcerer, or so they say." stated Alex
By Sarah Danaher3 years ago in Fiction
Oliver The Dragon
Oliver made his way along his morning path of flight. He usually never deviated from his morning rounds of flying around the forest and surrounding vicinities since he had to get back and tend to his breathing fire duties. There were numerous activities that he, being one of the only dragons in the Kingdom, had to do each day to entertain the mortals that had become accustomed to. Oliver always liked his morning flights. He relished in the sights he saw below, over and through treetops he could see the wildlife scurrying to and fro. Throughout the seasons he admired the leaves as they changed colors and swished through the air as he flapped his dragon wings up and down to make his way. Oliver had lived his whole life in the Cheshire Kingdom, and grew up as a baby dragon under his Uncle’s tutelage of being a future Dragon safe keeper for the Kingdom.
By Adrienne Elizabeth3 years ago in Fiction
Tales of the Dream
This tale was written by Silos Dimmas, the great chronicler, based on recollections of Balgur and Laylardeen after the Last Battle.
By Pedro Velmovitsky3 years ago in Fiction
Worst of the Worse
It was so blue… She didn’t know a way to say it other than that. The big endless scary emptiness above her was blue- a nice, bright blue- filled with puffy white things- that looked way higher up than she could ever reach. It spread brightness over the rocks- and rubble around her- and turned every grey into blue -and every plant to blue,- and every shadow to blue. It was kinda hard to see.
By Jori T. Sheppard3 years ago in Fiction