Fantasy
Sign Here, Please
“A simple signature, and the world is yours.” The contract slid across the fine oak desk. Two long fingers held the corner, careful not to smudge the writing, which glimmered red on the parchment. Nikola stared. His hand throbbed, even after wrapping the cut in his moth eaten robe. A wave of nausea came over him, a side effect of the ritual. It had worked. Nine years Nikola had studied at the Ethereal Academy, and he had never earned a braid. Rumours followed him from failed class to failed class. They said he had no aptitude for magic, that his connection to the Stream was a lie. Faked his way in, they said, with trickery, bribes and seduction. The seduction rumour in particular aggravated Nikola. He could barely seduce his own hand. Still he had decided to show them. A ritual worthy of four braids! Nikola was ecstatic, bursting with pride and giddy with glee.
By James Archbold4 years ago in Fiction
Moon Hyde
There weren’t always dragons in the valley. Analysts have devoted the entirety of their lives to research the origins of the dragon and haven’t found a trace of their existence beyond a century ago. Admittedly, a century is still a significantly long time. Especially when faced with famine, plagues, and war- the typical life expectancy for humans doesn’t push much past fifty.
By Kaylee Wall4 years ago in Fiction
Isabella's Dream
There weren't always dragons in the valley. In fact, when I was a child, it was a dramatically different scene than the one before you now. The magical creatures of the valley were all but gone and the rainbow canvas we view today had then turned to dreary shades of gray. Our beloved mystical trees were barren, silent and lifeless while our crystal waters had become murky, stagnant and dangerously infested with parasitic, bottom dwellers. The people were plagued with viruses and diseases, many dying well before their time. Even the air was different back then; always damp, heavy and cold under a gloomy, sunless sky. You see, the light had left the land taking with it all of our magical color and mystical beauty. Our world was on the edge of disaster and in grave danger of falling into complete darkness. Thinking back now, I still get chills remembering the pervasive fear that permeated our days. I am Isabella. My story will be shared for generations to come, but I did not know it back then.
By Tricia Crowley4 years ago in Fiction
Burning Dragons
There weren’t always dragons in the valley. But when they finally came we registered a new kind of terror, and it was paralyzing. We only left our handmade homes at night, and only when our resources were almost gone. We hardly spoke to each other, and if we did it was in a tense whisper. We glanced around feverishly while out of our homes, as if there had never been a time when we walked the earth freely. We were so scared that we were barely living. Our hope was fading, and madness was setting in slowly for some.
By Marlowe Faust 4 years ago in Fiction
