Fable
Mother
MOTHER I heard the mewling of a human brat long before I saw him. I stay away from those creatures as much as I can. None of them have the strength or skill to climb up to our caverns on the mountain tops where we spend the winters. When I descend to the forest to forage I keep well away from them. Some dragons take delight in burning crops or terrorizing the villagers, fouling their wells and carrying off livestock. We never eat human flesh, of course as they are filthy creatures. Some of them are valiant enough and rarely, manage to kill one of our kind.
By Isobel Cunningham3 years ago in Fiction
The Dawn of Calamity
Of the many myths and legends throughout Fal’Ardin. There has only ever been one prophecy. It foretells two children, both lost souls and polar opposites. One is a little girl of pure heart and innocence, who will be raised and nurtured by a Dragon from the heavens. The other is a boy whose heart will be filled with hate and malice, who will be raised by a Dragon from the earth. One child is said to bring about peace, while the other will bring ruin. Said to awaken a Great Wyrm, the father of evil who breeds destruction. The prophecy foretells war, and that these two destined children will face each other.
By Julio Aguilar3 years ago in Fiction
The Dragon Lost to the World
Ashes rained down from the red soaked sky. The Alpha star setting in the North while the Minor star rose in the South, both barely visible through the hazy pollution of Kronsphere. Trees still smoldering, crackle with new life, remnants of the fourth Great Burn.
By K.H.A. Wassing3 years ago in Fiction
A Serpent in the Garden
Amelie tastes blood. Far away from battle, an expecting mother wages war in her bed. East of the river bend, a path walks through the trees, down a hill to a window. Through the glass, three heads look down as she delivers her consequence to the world, scorned by the sword of an unknown wielder. Amelie’s mother, sister, and midwife are grabbing her, ogling her, spreading her legs, and wiping the sweat from her brow.
By Kylie Ruffino3 years ago in Fiction
I Am The Feathered Serpent. Top Story - December 2022.
Ô Quetzalcoatl, Precious Serpent, Wisest of Men and Second Sun, please heal my daughter, though she has been cursed. Tlamacazqui says the White Teotls have hexed her with disease brought with the morning from across the vast ocean, and only you can save her, he says. Ô Quetzalcoatl, Precious Serpent, Creator of Worlds, God of the Winds and Mover of Cycles, please accept this offering and in return, heal my daughter as I send her to you.
By Claire Guérin3 years ago in Fiction









