Adventure
“Pirates, Plunder, and a Plethora of Problems”
The four adventurers soon found themselves in an elegant drawing room overflowing with tall bookshelves, large map tables, and rows of map stands that held dozens of tubes for rolled maps. Various brass navigation instruments, mostly sextants and telescopes, lay scattered about the room, as if their owner still cared too much for them to put them into storage, yet knew they were of little use in the modern day of astral navigation.
By David White3 years ago in Fiction
The Boon
With a satisfied munch, a shimmering green dragon feasted on a pile of freshly roasted goats he had plucked from the hillside. Goats were tough creatures to wrangle, and the dragon — named Basil — was always particularly pleased when he was able to capture a few as a well-earned snack.
By Allison Keene3 years ago in Fiction
Ammit
"What has become of Amun's fruitful land?" A soul-weary Ammit thought as she breached the top of the cliff and swooped down into the blood-stained valley. Ammit's heart wept at the horror before her. A once beautifully carpeted glen full of swaying blue-green grass, bright red poppies, and a cacophony of wildflowers. Was now riddled with mangled, disfigured bodies as far as the eye could see. Swallowing the lump of grief that arose at the view, Ammit scanned the scene for any signs of life.
By Maize Scott3 years ago in Fiction
The True Guardians
Prologue The world I once knew has burned to nothing but ash before my eyes. The smoke was thick and black on the once flourishing island of magic where I stood a moment before, as it became a mere distant memory. A cruel reminder of what the world was before him. My breaths were shallow as harsh rain poured above, my horse darting through the new world of battle. The horse could only run for so long before stopping on the ledge of a cliff. The end was near. He was near. The island trembled in fear below my feet, knocking me and my other mages to our knees. We were helpless. Through the fog, two glowing eyes emerged. The monster who had started this battle wasn't going down without a fight. I can’t breathe, I can’t speak. The eyes were filled with nothing but wrath and pain, emerging only now that they have been buried for over three millennia. It was taking what was theirs all those years ago. The day the creator had been shattered into fragments and thrown deep under the surface, never to be seen, until now. They stand above me, like a titan.
By Aspen Mays3 years ago in Fiction
An Act of Mercy
The ogre was running away from him, tossing away his broken club as he darted through the thick forest. The dragon merely looked at the ogre’s bloody back in amusement before taking a step forward. He had the thought that since his prey was not fighting back anymore, perhaps he should let him go. But the dragon quickly dismissed it as he crouched down.
By Rebecca Patton3 years ago in Fiction
Start of a Curse
Life was not the same since Ailill and Maeve announced to the town that they were expecting their first child. They had always been considered outcasts because of their longstanding custom of using less traditional magic. But now, they seem to be considered cursed.
By Andrew T. Osso3 years ago in Fiction
The One Who Could Be King
Dorudar flew low above the treetops. He was attempting to sniff out his next meal. There had been plenty of wildlife in this new land so far to feed on and he had no need yet to venture to the distant farms for livestock and make the humans aware of his presence. He wanted the humans to remain unaware of himself for as long as possible, so Dorudar lived in one the caves, and only the creatures of the mountains and woodlands knew of him, for now.
By Tegan Hill3 years ago in Fiction
The Changeling Below the Bluffs
“The babes need to be left in the woods,” Elder Gòrdan said as Moire stared at the crumbs in his scraggly beard. “We don’t know if the faeries will even show. We need to wait on the healers from Tuathmuir,” Elder Ùna shouted with red cheeks.
By Rebekah Shupe3 years ago in Fiction
Aeclatia . Runner-Up in Christopher Paolini's Fantasy Fiction Challenge.
The bright days of Aeclatia had faded from memory. The time of the unified cities was past, and the era of the Dragon King had ended. The years that had followed were dark, with each city existing in solitude and fear, ruled by the same lords who orchestrated the killing of the Dragon King Dammond and his family. The dragons had scattered, fearful for their lives as the cities continued to hunt them even after the King had fallen.
By David Spivak3 years ago in Fiction
