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The Sgàil Riders
He pulled his scarf tighter around his nose and mouth as the cold pierced his face and lungs. How he had managed to get lost was beyond him. He should have taken the advice of his buddy and not gone alone. But alas here he was, standing alone in the middle of the vast forest of the Appalachians. If he was right then he was about halfway up Mount Mitchell in North Carolina. The mountain itself was huge and stood as the highest point in the Appalachians, at 6,684 feet. A cold hard place to be in during the dead of winter. Knowing this knowledge and actually standing there where very much not the same and in fact helped very little in the grand scheme of things.
By Susan Scott4 years ago in Fiction
Ice Island
His trained ears could hear the silent steps of his ancronn-cat through the dark forest. The furry beast from the northern Forest of Ancronn was the fastest mount in Khezarï. It surpassed the Midgardian horses in both strength and stamina. It was more loyal and ate less than the reptilian ṣ̄asnies, the most common rides in Khezarï. Elric Galkael liked to believe his ancronn-cat to be the fastest in all Godheim, but he would never be sure.
By Liam K. Nowell4 years ago in Fiction
Chapter 8 - Abelard
Abelard awoke in his room in the Halfling village of Hopswych's Humble House Inn nearly smothered in pillows and blankets. After days, weeks?, of sleeping on the hard floors of Twinkleblink's Tower of Terror, the young Half Elf was not going to pretend that it felt weird. Blissfully, wonderfully, weird.
By Canyon Cappola (TheNomad)4 years ago in Fiction
The Blood Alchemist; Chapter 6
I watch as my mother walks away, the guards following her closely. I'm not sure why I feel so confused. I think back on her words. Take care of your new friend, but don't forget to also make sure you come back. What an odd thing to say. I mean, I do have a tendency to get into trouble, but this shouldn't be that much trouble. Unless Olivia's mother was completely wrong about the Blood Alchemist.
By Katarzyna Crevan4 years ago in Fiction
Tale 8: Encounter Two
Encounter Two They were somewhere near the tavern, which Žarko first headed for, when they heard the mob. Senka realized that something was happening from the sound of rough shouts and the unusual uproar, and immediately felt uneasy, while Žarko stood calmly in the middle of the street. He was interestedly following the goings on, just as his young companion once upon a time would raise a glance at any bird singing in the forest. While they stood so in the open, Senka began to grow more fearful as she began to pick apart some of the shouted words rising above the clamor.
By Nikola Stefan4 years ago in Fiction
Where did the Dragons go?
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. Not since The Great Dragon Hunt. The stories about dragons and the power they held was enough for a massive effort by all the Nations of the world to band together and seek their destruction. After studying some ancient ruins I have found evidence to suggest that during the Great Dragon Migration may have stopped in this valley. We will begin our search of the valley in the morning.
By Brycen Shumway4 years ago in Fiction
The Heir of the Varcolac
The beer is too watered down, but Maica suspects that if she drinks enough she’ll manage a few hours of sleep. Hadryan’s voice dances in her head telling her to run, to leave the woods. Her mouth was dry, and held the taste of dirt which was permanent when living in the wild. Bending down next to Tyson’s sleeping roll Maica slowly empties his bottle of beer into her mug.
By Clayton Cook4 years ago in Fiction
To Claim One's Part of the Future
Casted said, “The Elves don’t produce mithril as a product. They use what they produce just to make items. Then those items are auctioned. They have no formal sales structure. Nothing is incorporated. We can make Mithril as a product, apply for a patent, and have exclusive rights for seven years.”
By Mark Stigers 4 years ago in Fiction
