fantasy

A New Spirit

************************* The beginning of a new day, the red fiery sun gave light to a jungle village. Its warrior-like inhabitants have already started milling about going about their daily business. The huts are built within the ancient trees of the jungle where bridges connect most of the village. Vines are sometimes used to get from one section to another quickly. Pulley systems are scattered throughout the village to get good up to the trees. The people only fight when it has to come to such measures but they avoid it if necessary. They have protected and guarded their jungle home for centuries now. Everyone is trained in the art of the sword though mostly men are the common warriors. Most women will take up a bow and stay in the safety of the trees then a blade. But there is a woman who is as head-strong; even more so than the men and prefer the blade to a bow.

Welcome to Obonia

Thunder rolled in the distance. A cool wind brushed through his hair. The smell of salt water filled his nostrils. A sharp pain ripped through his head. He squeezed his eyes shut for a moment to ride the pain.

A Magical Adventure

Enchantment

It was unusually cold for the season, it seemed that the leaves had changed from green to orange overnight and we went from cicadas in the trees to wind howling outside of my windows in just a few weeks. The steam from my tea was dancing in the sunlight with both of my hands wrapped around my oversized mug to hopefully help take the chill out of my bones a little quicker. I looked to Emery stretched out on the back of my sofa his paws seemingly reaching for something I could not see. Emery is an orange tabby I had found digging through my trash a few years ago, long gone are his days of scrounging for food as he must be one of the fattest cats I know. His eyes opened as I went to scratch his belly his head perking up.

The Mage's Confession

She's gone... There's nothing I can do about it. I can't condemn another person to unlife like I did with Dritz and Pittman. Not for such selfish reasons. But I hardly know what happened. Thes-...These are my confessions, I have to piece this together...

Belonging

Music danced on the breeze, carried through the flowers and the trees all throughout the mystical grove at the edge of the forest, lifted by the air and the sound found its way to the ears of a moonlit child. Her closed eyes widened, her amethyst glow, bright under the night moon, reflecting the stars. The petite crimson-haired child let out a bell-like laugh as she followed the sound, wandering further away from her small cottage home. Her ivory gown fluttered in the breeze, the silken ribbons like wings as she made her way across the dark green grass, the full moon completely illuminating her path until she reached the edge of the tree line. The smell of dewdrops and pine, strong. The small girl pushed forward, not daunted by the dark forest ahead, for she was not afraid. The fairy song filling her soul gave her a sort of whimsical courage. Too young to care for the warnings of the fae, she was drawn to their sweet melody.

Blood Memories

There Stands a man Medium in stature though pristine condition all but gentle scars run down his middle aged face,with deep red eyes inlay with life force, he's wearing a satin coat covered in a thick blood.In one hand this man is Holding a Switch scythe that looks like it's seen better days.Though you can't tell of his figure he seems built from stature . A Burgundy gentleman's shirt resides deeper tucked and accustomed with black buttons holding images of the grand orders rankings , all custom fitted to perfection. This man was Ready for battle. As rain bolsters down upon him he walks into a restless night. The comfort of red and green neon lights flickering in his peripheral vision directs him into the local bar scene.

The Drakons

"Nycto! Where are you hiding?" I call out into the eternal night of the woods. The bushes next to the back door rustle. I run back into the house. He's not allowed to frighten me again. I might end up seriously injuring him this time. Nycto is my mate. Ironic right? Hi, my name's Ivory. Nycto and I live away from cities. In a place where it's eternally night time. It's better for our eyesight. Light can damage our ability to see, period. I'm shaking my head when he comes inside.

King Azriel and the Dragon

King Louie invaded the northern kingdom of Nash dwarf without spilling a drop of blood. He began by setting up encampments just outside of town. Then he began taking over resources. First, he took over the iron mines the people could not defend themselves if they could not build weapons. Then he took over the Silver Mines so the people could not afford to hire an army. When he took over the Farms it was the last straw.

Orion in the Sky

CHAPTER ONE It's here in the sky that I have always felt free. High above the snow tipped mountains and evergreen treetops. My wings glide against the wind, I’m gracefully falling like a leaf in autumn. I pump them once, twice to gain speed and height before letting the wind take me again. The morning air is crisp, but as I am now, I hardly feel it. The plumage of my tawny feathers does well to brace me from the cold.

Dragontine

Dragons steal princesses. They eat livestock. And they fight knights. Collect gold hoards too. That’s just what they do. That sounds so cliché though. I stretched my wings, feeling each feather flex individually before resting them back against my body. I turned my long head to look out the mouth of my lair. A single human rode his horse back in the direction I knew where the human town was. I was expected to go there in soon time and capture my first princess. As tradition and instinct called. Then as legend would go I would lock her away in my lair and keep her here as knights would challenge me to save her. Or whatever. I turned my head once again, my eyes resting on my own personal hoard. It wasn’t as big as most other dragons but it was impressive none the less. Gems, gold, and diamonds littered the ground in not so neat piles. Tomorrow. Tomorrow I’ll go get a princess. For today I will hunt and fill my belly.

Along With The Divine

The last thousand of years together felt like a blur. One of them saving a small portion of humanity while the other damned it. Now and then, she would preform her own special little miracle just for the demoness. Dooming some poor soul to Hell while her frien-the demoness blessed someone. Giving them more luck than they admittedly deserved. They did a lot of things together that either of their sides would not approve of if they had ever knew. Yet, neither the angel or demoness really seemed to care all that much. It wasn’t as if either side had kept their watchful eye on them.