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Dragon's Blood
Author's Note: Hello! Thank you so much for stopping by and checking out this story. I would like to make a quick note that the first few chapters were written when I was young and this story is currently under revisions. I might miss a few areas where revision work is critical, and for that, I want to pre-emptively apologize. I don't want to just drop this story, though... So I'm posting what I have here while I see if I think it's worth all the much needed revision work. So far, I only have 3 chapters... But depending on how you all respond to them, I'll either continue the revision work or re-write it entirely. Thank you again for stopping by, and I hope you enjoy my little tale of 5 Dragons trying to save their world! Or rather, the start of it...!
By Cat Richey5 years ago in Futurism
Falling Sons
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By L. M. Williams5 years ago in Futurism
The Apprentice
The window curtains fluttered in the cold night's breeze, the candle flames flickering as the breeze moved through the shabby old house. The cold gripped the two people inside with harsh fingers, sinking through their skin, muscles, and tendons. The cold made a home in their coursing blood, wrapping around their bones like a blanket.
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A large man of around a single score of years travelled the perilous mountain ridge carrying a sturdy wooden staff and a bag filled with necessities for travel. He was strong and quick, having trained in the martial arts for most of his life. The hour was growing late and the sun had set when he came across a sign on the narrow ridge:
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By Sara Aulds5 years ago in Futurism
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The Paladin
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By Heatray Firered5 years ago in Futurism





