Adventure
Dragon Bonded
A brutal scene with a glimpse of innocence attracts the flying beast from overhead. Blood, limbs, and carnage are everywhere painting the forests red instead of green. Precise vision from the winged creature tracks movement of a small human figure. The youth cries and wails as if in pain but no injury seems apparent. The dragon, beautiful and strong, continues to survey the scene. What happened here? It looks like a battle ground but yet everyone is dead and only a mere child remains. The body count is high and two humans lay at the feet of the small toddler as it continues to scream and cry as if injured. The dragon sits and observes using its cloaking abilities to stay out of sight. Human eyes can not see the trick of light that dragons have used for ions to stay hidden from this world. They do in fact still exist but few are aware. We stay hidden and to the few places on Earth that still remain light in human populations. We rarely trust those human creatures, they have betrayed us too many times and lessened our numbers to mere handfuls spread throughout the world.
By Maria Shaw3 years ago in Fiction
Second Chance
It was a rainy, late October night. The complete dead of night. About 3 am. I was worlds away from home. Not only in imagination, but quite literally, I was no longer living on earth. Or in earth. I am not sure how to think of it other than I am in another dimension. This world is a world of possibilities, with creatures, humans only imagine. It has Dragons and faeries, with warlocks, and witches. Pretty much any creature we have thought of in our imaginations on earth exist here, and then some.
By Jessica Burby3 years ago in Fiction
Shard Bound
The last embers of a lonely fire flickered in the morning breeze. Sol was still low in the sky, just barely peeking above the horizon. Even so the solar sphere illuminated the grasslands. In the morning light the owner of the campfire saw his destination far in the distance; Lucent Caverns. Legends stemming from the local villages told of a dragon and its foul minions who lived deep within the cave structure. There may have been some truth to those rumors, but Orion was headed there for a more urgent affair. Even at this range he felt the malevolence emanating from that direction; the slow pulse of something aberrant seeping its way into the world, and perverting the natural state. It was his duty as Magi to correct this imbalance.
By Vagabond Writes3 years ago in Fiction
Ouroboros. Runner-Up in Christopher Paolini's Fantasy Fiction Challenge.
1. The last thing Leander could have possibly anticipated was the burden of a human — and a human child, no less. When he left the Old Gates in search of the priestess in the valley, he only meant to bring her magic back into the Otherworld, not find a child at his feet. The deities were becoming restless and hungry, and if magic wasn’t readily available the only option would be to harvest souls. For centuries, Leander was successful in maintaining peace at the Old Gates, and he had no interest in a child imprinting on him. Especially during such a turbulent time.
By Kaitlin Oster3 years ago in Fiction
The Sigil of the Dragon. Runner-Up in Christopher Paolini's Fantasy Fiction Challenge.
The mist clung to the ground, set to disappear as soon as the sun warmed the world again. In these early hours, only the slightest stains of pink and blue streaked across the sky, though the legendary canopy of the Hornhook Forest blotted this out. These twisted branches reached for the heavens, longing to get out, but none ever did. Navigating these lands was enough to drive one mad.
By Zack Duncan3 years ago in Fiction
The Tempest and The Void
There weren't always dragons in the Valley, but there have always been spiders in the dark cool places where one would seek out shelter from the heat of afternoons spent on frivolous and anxiety ridden waves of silly behaviors, hunting for sport instead of need, glaring at people with haughty or insolent expressions , and any feelings of dissatisfaction, disapproval , or disappointment, are shrugged off with an "but, Hey, you know, its ME!" expression, that makes people feel humorous for a minute, and then like a fool later for letting that one get past you. Those dark recesses, though, are home to beings that do not tarry with frivolousness, nor silly behaviors.........
By Roy Whipple3 years ago in Fiction
Newborne
You may be surprised to learn, but the race of man is the oldest race, existing far before the Skylands were constructed. History has no complete answer for how the first Men transformed into either the Dragon or the Beast, but whatever action started it shaped the whole of the world forever. Before the schism between the Gods of Man and the Dragons, the two lived together in harmony, joined in their never-ending conflict with the Beastly Horde. Far into the conflict, Dragons, hoping to starve the Beasts of new assimilates, proposed to the Gods of Man an idea to use their natural magic to build them continents in the sky above where the Beasts could fly. The Gods of Man agreed to this and over the ensuing centuries the Skylands were formed. Once the Gods and race of man had settled, they betrayed the Dragons, striking down any who would come near and exiling those who objected. Those shunted from the Skylands hoped they could survive on the surface, but the beasts have much greater senses than humans, and while the few became dragons the many fell to become beasts.
By Travahn Adonis3 years ago in Fiction
The Olympians Breathe Fire. Runner-Up in Christopher Paolini's Fantasy Fiction Challenge.
For eons, dragons ruled over the land from their perches on Mount Olympus. Gifted with a mastery of magic and bodies of insurmountable strength, they coaxed all other life into subservience through the force of awe and threat. From humans, they demanded worship; offerings and sacrifices in exchange for benevolence. Repressed but ever-relentless, humanity grew, building palaces of their own, houses of learning and the arcane. Dragons, although the undisputed masters, were no longer the sole wielders of magic.
By Miguel da Ponte3 years ago in Fiction
