Adventure
Destiny in Flames
Rain pattered on the roof of Scoven’s old family barn. The soft sound had always soothed him, even during the worst day of his life. Today was a new competitor for that distinction. The only creation in the world that could salvage such a day as this was Mezziana. Her father ran a farm miles away, but they always came to this old, run-down barn on the first day of the twin full moons.
By Michael Mayer III3 years ago in Fiction
The Ha'aalsheer
The night was cool against Sahel’s skin as he knelt there in the trees and watched them. There were four men in armor, attempting as best they could to move silently. They were moving towards the massive cave entrance burrowed out into the side of the forest lined hill. Sahel closed his eyes for a moment as he looked within his chest and felt the small spark that burned continually within him. The young man looked up towards Solardin's sapphire moon and nodded to the celestial body. He inhaled deeply, taking in the ambient magic in the air as could feel the warmth of his chest spread out further to the rest of his body. He didn’t need to stoke the Fire too great just yet, he was unaware what he would need to face these men.
By Savier Silva3 years ago in Fiction
Pacificalia
Bubble City: a term of derision. Hundreds were planned once - great, domed sub-marine enclosures, colonised by a genetically modified population who were to be the salvation of an overextended world. Then, the phaser-field technology that made it possible found a more exciting application. Instead of looking inward, the heaving hoards of Earth took to the stars in their million in phaser-driven bubbles. Abandoned, the Bubble Cities slowly died until only Pacificalia remained,i ts population evolved to life beneath the waves.
By Malcolm Twigg3 years ago in Fiction
Drakath’s Hoard of Lost and Abandoned Children
The cry of a human infant was very distinctive. Soaring high above the forest, Drakath heard it and swiftly banked into a dive, narrowing in on the sound. He ignored the curse and near-yank on his horns from his passenger at the sudden change in motion, landing on the lowest branch capable of holding his weight, craning his neck down as far as he could.
By Natasja Rose3 years ago in Fiction
Ame's Choice
Ame held her father’s hand tightly as she dropped from a large stone, landing with both feet in the mud below. They had come so far, and she didn’t know where they were going or why they had to leave home, but she had no choice but to hold her father’s hand and follow him. It was dark and cold. She wore simple, black clothes made of cotton, with no embroidery or patterns whatsoever. Her father next to her wore the same, with a shawl and a round hat made of straw. They would never have worn these sorts of things before tonight. Before tonight, they would have been riding horses, surrounded by guards and servants, but here they were, trudging through the forest outside the castle, alone.
By Jason Sultana3 years ago in Fiction
Embers of Defiance
Morning broke over the rolling green hills of fair Cyphrol and the warm rays of the rising sun cast long shadows beneath Lyrigor’s massive form. The great red dragon eyed his target; a small out-of-the-way kingdom that lay unprepared for what loomed over its eastern horizon.
By Hank Ryder3 years ago in Fiction
