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Fools and Sages
There weren’t always dragons in the valley. They arrived before I was born about three decades prior to my birth. Galya Farja was a peaceful place before that, or so I’ve heard. They say the dragons came because the people were too sinful, too self-indulgent, too savage. The Metanoia people were the ones who lived here before but now they are called Drearians by the Benin people. The Benins showed up a little before the dragons. The Benins blame the sinful savageness of the Drearians for the dragons’ arrival. This is what we are all taught in school from the first day to the last. I was raised by my father, the head of agriculture of the valley. My mother was a Drearian, and she was killed in an accident right after I was born, so they say. My father and her never married, he married his own kind and had my half-sister, Tamar. I’m a half-breed and there is only so much my father’s power can get me. I work at the pub in town. Alcohol is forbidden and I don’t mind that, we serve cider mostly and other drinks. It’s mostly just a place for all the Benin men to come after work to avoid their boring lives at home. The Benin women do not come to the pub. Drearian women do though, along with the Drearian men.
By Raine Fielder4 years ago in Fiction
Hellheart
The midnight sky was an orchestra from Hell. Lightning whipped across the sky with the fury of snapped violin strings as the bellowing whale song of thunder shook the ground below. Icy rain fell into the sea which surged against the cliffs to the beat of an idiot metronome. Upon a spire of rock that jutted from the churning waters there stood a lone watchtower. It was the last remnant of a long-forgotten city, its pock-marked stones, the scars that held the tales of countless years facing the harshness of the sea. Against the brunt of the storm, upon the seaward balcony, Maia stood staring into the sky. Despite the violence of the storm Maia remained unphased and although her long hair writhed in the wind the rain did not touch her; instead fizzing into steam against an invisible sphere of magic that surrounded her.
By Chris White4 years ago in Fiction
The Hunted
There weren’t always dragons in the valley. Dragons had been extinct for years, and although there used to be dragons roaming the land, the land had been void of them for so long. There weren't always dragons in the valley, until one cold winters day started to change the world as we know it.
By Emilie Turner4 years ago in Fiction
The Warning and the Decay
ABOUT THE NOVEL THE LAST HUMAN IN THE MILKY WAY In 2021 I wrote the first 30+ chapters of my novel The Last Human in the Milky Way. Then I took a break for a few months from writing the novel. Now I have started to resume writing the story of The Last Human in the Milky Way, and am both excited and happy to be writing again.
By Øivind H. Solheim4 years ago in Fiction
Sanctum Awakening
Fluoress A crack in her wall. Strange...it hadn’t been like this a minute ago. Wait, was it? She had only been awake for a few minutes, so there wasn’t much time to examine any walls. However, she was quite positive that the crack was not there a few minutes ago. Her eyes, veiled by petal-like hair, focused on the crack, wondering about it as she sat in silent thought. A single ray of sunlight hit the grey toned skirt that made up her visible body, leading her to realize just how late in the day it was. Well, time to get up.
By Samantha Rhyalynn Hendrix4 years ago in Fiction
Entangled lives
“Howard! Have you seen my necklace?” A delicate voice rang out from the last door on the right. The silver bell of a voice was paired with a silver bell of a woman. The voice was accompanied by the sounds of brushing her long silky pale hair that shined like the full moon glowing at the highest point in the summer night skies. A soft diaphanous dressed woman sat at her vanity looking over herself for the hundredth time this evening. She was dressed in pale blues and greys that melted into one another when she moved. Her skin looked like porcelain without a bump, crease, or wrinkle out of place. Her face was long and slender but not without its beauty. Her hair was a pale yellow that glowed in the light. Part of it fell down her shoulder blade, like silk on her satin skin. The other part was held up being prepared for the late evening routine.
By Rambler's Society4 years ago in Fiction
