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The light near the hearth pulsed faintly, shadows crawling up the wall like slow-moving vines. She remembered a story told to her as a child—an old nursemaid’s tale, whispered when the moon was high and the fire low. Of dragons who snatched wicked girls from their beds and carried them off to be devoured in caves carved from the bones of mountains. Of how no one ever heard the screams. At the time, she’d laughed. Called it silly. Now she wondered if it had been a warning. The brand on her chest pulsed again, but slower this time. Not urgent—calming. Like a hand at her back.

With a swift motion, I clenched a fistful of their armor and catapulted both soldiers into the onlooking crowd. A growl escaped me and I lunged at the commander, teeth bared and claws elongated. Claws? When did I get claws? The thud of a blunt weapon impacting my skull brought me crashing to the ground face first. A pair of muddy boots filled my blurring vision. The murmur of voices could be heard addressing the crowd.

Drogo was charged on, she released her fire burning down our enemies. As Prince of the Dragon clan, I had fulfilled my duty, protecting not only our kingdom but also the hopes and dreams of those who called it home. But my journey was far from over, in a decade. My world would be shaken, many Dragons would give their lives for their riders. The world was vast, and there were countless battles to be fought. This was just the beginning of what was to come, history would repeat itself and the pain would become unbearable. What are Dragon riders without their dragons?

Everyone immediately began to praise Erebus as the little prince of chaos within the castle… Chaos didn't know what to think about this, but as he thought deeper, he really began to consider that this dungeon might be like his son. He also decided to compact his miasma so he wouldn't accidentally "give birth" to more children… one was enough for now. And even then, now that Erebus dungeon was there, it was absorbing most of the miasma, so the possibility of a new dungeon emerging was rare. Dungeons wouldn't naturally emerge next to one another, they would usually be kilometers apart from one another. The food of today, as Chaos had eaten most of what was hunted yesterday, was endemic monster

A knock on the door made me move the quilt lower to ask who it was. "High Lord Tymon has asked that I bear food and fruits to you, my Lady." A tiny voice came from the other side of the door. A brownie, perhaps. I turned my back to the door. "I'm not hungry. Later." I said. I vaguely registered a sigh and shuffling of feet as the brownie left. "What the history will not tell you is that Dragons were not created by Luna. We existed. Even before Luna." I blinked at that, but said nothing, lest I interrupt her. "Before Luna, the mother, there were other gods that ruled the world. There were beings that walked the earth that were feared. Some still do. Like

Now the long years of loneliness begin again. And I will survive because dragons live forever. Tahr's story next... END OF PART THREE

Dropping the shield they stand to face each other. "What now?" "I don't know." After assessing if everyone was fine they decided the sooner they free the women the sooner they could leave this dreadful place. "Here. I found a journal." They opened the book but all they seem to have found was a prayer and a dragon medalian. All eyes fell on Brandon as he caressed his family's artfect. "It's not a prayer. They used the gullstale. A long time ago when dragons were exiled they were also stripped from their beast. On a human this would do nothing, since there is nothing special but on a supernatural..."

Everyone was talking about a prophecy and he knew nothing about it. Rosalie heard the book thumping against the wall and woke up panicked. She panicked more when Asrar wasn’t beside her. She threw off the sheets and raced out to the shared living space. She knew Ryan and Avalon where in a room beside them. Exiting the room she didn’t see Asrar anywhere which worried her. She did however see the book on the floor. Quietly walking over she lifted it and frowned. This book belonged to her grandmother. She remembered her reading it to her. ‘Dragons Gem.’ Was the ancient text on the cover. It was an old leather cased book that had gotten soft over the years. Her Grandma had made a special cover t

In fact, majority of the people had chosen to forget that there was a thirteenth noble house ruled by the Whitby's. All they knew about him was that he had become a religious fanatic who ran a gathering of people who believed in Dragons and the Vita Navitas. "Silver Falcon!" Rhaegal, the head of the bandits called out to him after watching him approach his tent for a while and he turned slowly. The Head of the bandits, Rhaeghal, shifted uncomfortably in his seat. he had heard about the Silver Falcon, but never met the man in person. All the business they did together was always conducted by a middleman of the sorts. He had believed it was so because Silver Falcon was probably too old to stan

I opened my eyes. “Did you see it?” Clairmont glanced at me as I glanced him back. “Yo,” I tilted my head and gave him a strange look. “How can a dragon that big live in this world?” “What are you talking about?” Why am I hearing that a lot these days? “Obviously because this world is bigger than them. It’s the golden balance, I tell you.” He’s starting to sound more like a game character. Then again, if the novel did become a game, what genre would it be?