Fable

The Sigil of the Dragon. Runner-Up in Christopher Paolini's Fantasy Fiction Challenge.
The mist clung to the ground, set to disappear as soon as the sun warmed the world again. In these early hours, only the slightest stains of pink and blue streaked across the sky, though the legendary canopy of the Hornhook Forest blotted this out. These twisted branches reached for the heavens, longing to get out, but none ever did. Navigating these lands was enough to drive one mad.
By Zack Duncan3 years ago in Fiction
Planet Tetro ~ Page 62
I was sitting in my small lab in my home . I was in the middle of inspecting my drill and cleaning it when I heard knocking at the door . I went to the door and saw a short German Shepard guard holding 3 letters . When he saw me he nodded at me and handed the notes . I nodded back and he took off . When letters from royalty or government are being sent to us civilians , the gaurds are ordered not to speak . That way the message isn’t effected in anyway .
By Terrence3 years ago in Fiction
Planet Tetro ~ Page 61
We stopped at the cafe to grab our breakfast . We both ordered eggs and toast . She wanted coffee though , I decided to get some juice for myself . After I finished paying for the food we took off to the river . We found a great spot to lay a picnic at . The grass was low and there were even a few decent sized boulders around to place things on . We placed the blankets on the grass first , and then the food as we sat down and got comfortable .
By Terrence3 years ago in Fiction
Planet Tetro ~ Page 60
I was still deep in thought when I felt Goldy stirring up besides me . She brought my mind back to the current state of events . I decided to act like I was still sleeping and kept holding her . Just a few more hours I thought to myself . Laying with Goldy is the only reason I ever like to stay in the bed . Even though we were on the roof . She seemed to be on the same page and quickly went back to sleep . I decided to get a little more rest myself and dozed off again .
By Terrence3 years ago in Fiction
The heart of a dragon
Author name : Arisa Diane Oliver The heart of a dragon
By Arisa Diane Oliver 3 years ago in Fiction
Planet Tetro ~ Page 59
We both stared into the sky looking at the stars without talking for awhile . Kissing and cuddling under the half moonshine . I told her to look north . Our brightest and most popular star Fosavian was dominating the sky at this time . With the other stars looking like decorations in comparison . I started to talk to her . “ Legend has it that if you follow that star while on the sea . It will lead you to amazing treasure . The legend also goes that if you follow the star in space , that you’ll receive powers of unimaginable proportions .”
By Terrence3 years ago in Fiction
The Marvelous Rendell and Bob
Rendell was an enormous maroon colored talking dragon with blue, red and yellow spotted eyes and enormous jagged green and red colored scales. Rendell lived deep within a cave with many tunnels and a small stream running down the center of its largest stony path. This not only gave the cave its wonderful petrichor smell, but the water pooled up at the end of the corridor making a convenient bath. The pooled water was usually warm from natural steam vents beneath, but sometimes rose to boiling temperatures. The steam caused water to bead up and eventually grow stalactites and stalagmites. The cave’s complicated burrows were an unsolvable maze to humans, keeping Rendell safe. Rendell had been living there long enough to know where every passageway led.
By Alex H Mittelman 3 years ago in Fiction
Of Dragoons and Noordith
The first memory of every Dragoon is how they die. It has been the curse of the Dragoon clan since the fall hundreds of years ago, and the meaning of such incantation lost to time. When Derolth received his ominous foresight, and his wings were clipped as is tradition, the final fire of the clan was lit.
By D.D. Schneider3 years ago in Fiction
Banoom
Banoom dragged her tail through the fallen leaves on the malt path, the autumn foliage now past peak color, her breath visible in the air above her snout. Cambria woods – especially the malt path – was her favorite place on Yirrth, a retreat from awkward interactions with family ‘friends,’ volunteers, or the Charitable Order of Gnomes. A place to avoid whomever she was appointed to stay with that week.
By D.P. Martin3 years ago in Fiction
The King is Dead
His light body is being carried through the Duat, paddled by Thoth only because Anubis was on vacation from his duties as the god of the dead. And yet, the Kings gaze of life still hung here in the aether. He watched as we grieved in disbelief.
By Susan Downs3 years ago in Fiction
Mydus and the lost child
Little bits of gold coin, antique clutter and more odds and ends littered the forest floor at the entrance of a deep and dark cavern. The only light seen was the streams of translucent gold pushing past the canopy to gently bounce off of the mess scattered about. The natural hum of the forest was quickly interrupted but the jingle of the coins. Quiet at first, then a few loud thumps of fallen antique debris as something made it’s way past the mess.
By Nyx3 years ago in Fiction
When dragons cry
"Are you crying dragon father, there are droplets falling from your eyes. Can dragons cry, I never thought so". The young man was casually leaning against the great body of his parent. He touched the liquid that was trickling from the great brute's eyes, rubbing it between his fingers in wonder.
By Novel Allen3 years ago in Fiction