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The War of Aeternum Nivis
Thundering roars and cries of bloodshed echoed against the snow-covered mountains of Aeternum Nivis. For years, the frost dragons of Nix Alis and the humans of Nix Venae feuded through snow and storm. The Nix Alis were returning from their latest retaliation to a Nix Venae raid of the Northern mountainside. Their azure scales with streams of silver sparkled brightly as they flew under the moon’s glow. Their massive, opal wings ached, and their throats were scratchy. It would take some time for their frost breath to recover before the next ambush.
By Victoria Turnbull3 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
Of Blood
The child offered for sacrifice had arrived promptly in the forest clearing and faced the dragon who had come to retrieve him with glazed eyes that betrayed no emotion. The dragon itself looked at the child, who could have been no more than 7 years old, and smiled warmly. He bowed his head, eyes closed and spoke in a voice that shook the ground between the two.
By Lawrence Gibbs3 years ago in Fiction
The Olive Branch
Chapter One **Reader’s POV** Laughter coming from outside as Fern enters her home with two pails of water. She puts the pails in the kitchen and sits on one of the stools. She brushes her wavy brunette hair out of her sunburnt face and wipes the sweat off of her brow. She watches her young teenager daughter, Olive, play outside and shakes her head.
By Ambyr Bean3 years ago in Fiction
Of Smoke and Flame
The winds blew through the branches of the trees in the Blackwood Forest, their song soft and lilting. Drying leaves crunched beneath her feet as she slowly walked, keeping a watchful eye on her surroundings. The Blackwood Forest was unsafe for humans, and though she carried the blood of dragons in her veins, these woods were dangerous for her as well. The soft glow of dawn peaked through the trees, illuminating her path to the Grove of the Keepers. In recent events, more souls came to pass than was expected, and as queen, it was her duty to understand the issues at hand. “Majesty, I trust your stroll was pleasant?” Rygar, an aging reed of a man who stood against the tall pine marking the entrance to the grove, bowed in greeting. “The birdsong will be here soon, Rygar. And with it, another parting of souls. Tell me, has there been much need for aid?” Pushing himself off the tree, the Keeper moved to walk beside her. “The numbers grow steadily, and it is quite clear that something is happening. But the cause is what I am not so sure of. There may be some discord in the south, as many of the souls that come to pass are either human or Fey.” She nodded.
By Serena Norris3 years ago in Fiction
The Man in the Black Coat
It was getting late on Sunday, and Jacob Waknosky had been working since eight. His boss had called him in on his day off because another employee was sick. It was against the law for Jacob to say no to his boss because enough pro-capitalist extremists had gotten elected to office to make what they called 'pro business' laws. This made it very difficult to be an employee, but businesses were thriving. The government made it illegal not to have a job, so everybody worked, even those with severe disability’s. Have you ever seen somebody with no arms try to mine for coal with a pickaxe in his mouth? Jacob had, and it sickened him. To make matters worse, they had converted everything to solar a decade prior, making coal obsolete.
By Alex H Mittelman 3 years ago in Fiction
A millennia and one
It was several millennia back when the world opened their eyes to the possibilities beyond reasoning. They saw colors never before seen, they heard sounds that have never been heard before, and even felt new emotions that were thought to never be possible. With the previous shroud of ignorance removed from our eyes, a new looming bleak existence creeped over our heads.
By Rambler's Society3 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
So Close, And Witch Way To Go?
He stood behind the tree, glancing, waiting. Do they smell me? See me? He listened. The sound they made was odd, but somewhat familiar. It had been so long since his own whelps were this young. He peaked again from behind the tree and there they were, playing with some leaves, cooing. He looked a little more, a little less careful and he knew they spotted him, but they smiled, and not in a menacing way. He knew that they couldn't hurt him. He didn't want to hurt them. He was curious. How did this little human whelp end up all alone with no one around in the forest with them?
By Tinka Boudit She/Her3 years ago in Fiction
