Fable
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
Dragon Borne
When the last great worm happened across a ragged, tearful toddler just within the shadowed fringes of the deep, dark wood, it most naturally ate the wee thing on the spot. "Snapped her up like a grape," said the villagers, though not a one had seen it happen. The child's parents were notorious for reveling at the village pub until all hours and then sleeping late the following day. The child had grown accustomed in her few years to wandering farther and farther afield in search of berries for foraging and by the time her parents stirred that morning, the enormous shadow of the worm that fell over the girl had already come and long since gone.
By Amy Deringer Robinson3 years ago in Fiction
Son of a Dragon
My mother once told me that humans are greedy, violent, ungrateful creatures who never think. Never think about what they’re doing or what will happen after. The bedtime stories she told me were terrifying: a young human boy was gifted magic beans for his sick ox. Instead of sharing the beans and feeding his starving mother, he climbed the beanstalk, stole from the sky giants, and even killed one of them. A pair of children were abandoned by their selfish parents in the woods. They get taken in by a kind old woman living alone in the forest. She feeds them her best saved treats and in return, they kill her to have all the rest of the food to themselves.
By Taylor Malais3 years ago in Fiction
The Dragons' Daughter
He had come to the forest to visit the Shrine; he hadn't imagined he'd be clearing its rubble. He paused at the edge of the grove and surveyed the damage. Bits of charred wood slumped over the stone foundation, and a lump near the back showed where an altar had been. Most of the surrounding trees were unharmed, though soot hung to the leaves like black veils of mourning.
By Judah LoVato3 years ago in Fiction
the monkey's wedding
In a gust of wild wind, the gecko on my hand had transformed into my Sweetie, with her grey scales morphing into that teal tail, indigo coat and violet eyes, she shifted into her dragon's suit before me and swept us away in a static spark, disguised as a fly to the average human eye.
By Mingling with the Moon 3 years ago in Fiction
The Scaleless
Is that the glow of another village burning? The end of so many lives, for what? Greed? Religion? Or the most atrocious, because of the tones of their skin. I will never understand these horrible beasts. The scaleless. What cruel god made them? What cruel god could have left them to their own devices? They deserve to be abandoned, maybe that is what their god did. Who would blame them? I sure wouldn't.
By David Brandy3 years ago in Fiction
Xylon
The rays of the morning sun streamed through the canopy of the Telora forest, bathing the forest floor in dappled beams of light. Through the speckled patches of light, a lone toddler made his way through the underbrush, babbling happily and oblivious to any impending danger. His laughter reverberated throughout the forest causing several animals to retreat into the comfort and safety of their dens. One creature, however, stirred from his morning respite; a trace of curiosity flickering within him.
By Amanda Ciufecu3 years ago in Fiction
Wings
It was early morning, with the sun still below the Orasobian horizon. Aldes was waking up, his eyelids slowly beginning to unlatch, his wings extending out to the leaves around him, and his tail extending to the tree trunk far behind him. The black and gray dragon took a long, deep breath and then slowly exhaled. He watched in satisfaction as a mild plume of smoke escaped his mouth and nostrils. “Finally,” he thought, as the sun’s rays began to pierce the thick leaves of the Asip trees. As the light began to assist in bringing Aldes’s awakening process to a finish, his stomach began to rumble very loudly, so he started to walk through the forest with the hopes of finding something tasty to eat.
By A. Alexis Kreiser3 years ago in Fiction
The Mother
The mother dragged her weary tail through the forest floor, her golden scales tinkled over the dry autumn leaves and scraped the sides of the pine trees. The scent of the cindering dwellings and charred bodies of their kind billowed in the smoky air. Brittle bones dried from dragon’s fire cracked and splintered under her talons. Her wolf-like head hung low as her black winged arms followed the footstep of grief and delirious exhaustion. Her sides heaved as she panted while the thought of her nest pulled her home. The familiarity to return still lingered in her spine as reality cruelly reminded her of the unbelievable truth.
By Rebekah M Montiel 3 years ago in Fiction
