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The Mage's Confession
She's gone... There's nothing I can do about it. I can't condemn another person to unlife like I did with Dritz and Pittman. Not for such selfish reasons. But I hardly know what happened. Thes-...These are my confessions, I have to piece this together...
By Shi-Tokey Slim5 years ago in Futurism
Belonging
Music danced on the breeze, carried through the flowers and the trees all throughout the mystical grove at the edge of the forest, lifted by the air and the sound found its way to the ears of a moonlit child. Her closed eyes widened, her amethyst glow, bright under the night moon, reflecting the stars. The petite crimson-haired child let out a bell-like laugh as she followed the sound, wandering further away from her small cottage home. Her ivory gown fluttered in the breeze, the silken ribbons like wings as she made her way across the dark green grass, the full moon completely illuminating her path until she reached the edge of the tree line. The smell of dewdrops and pine, strong. The small girl pushed forward, not daunted by the dark forest ahead, for she was not afraid. The fairy song filling her soul gave her a sort of whimsical courage. Too young to care for the warnings of the fae, she was drawn to their sweet melody.
By Nemelysia5 years ago in Futurism
Blood Memories
There Stands a man Medium in stature though pristine condition all but gentle scars run down his middle aged face,with deep red eyes inlay with life force, he's wearing a satin coat covered in a thick blood.In one hand this man is Holding a Switch scythe that looks like it's seen better days.Though you can't tell of his figure he seems built from stature . A Burgundy gentleman's shirt resides deeper tucked and accustomed with black buttons holding images of the grand orders rankings , all custom fitted to perfection. This man was Ready for battle. As rain bolsters down upon him he walks into a restless night. The comfort of red and green neon lights flickering in his peripheral vision directs him into the local bar scene.
By Dylan Mitchel Kozak5 years ago in Futurism
The Drakons
"Nycto! Where are you hiding?" I call out into the eternal night of the woods. The bushes next to the back door rustle. I run back into the house. He's not allowed to frighten me again. I might end up seriously injuring him this time. Nycto is my mate. Ironic right? Hi, my name's Ivory. Nycto and I live away from cities. In a place where it's eternally night time. It's better for our eyesight. Light can damage our ability to see, period. I'm shaking my head when he comes inside.
By Jade Muccuff5 years ago in Futurism
King Azriel and the Dragon
King Louie invaded the northern kingdom of Nash dwarf without spilling a drop of blood. He began by setting up encampments just outside of town. Then he began taking over resources. First, he took over the iron mines the people could not defend themselves if they could not build weapons. Then he took over the Silver Mines so the people could not afford to hire an army. When he took over the Farms it was the last straw.
By Robert Burroughs5 years ago in Futurism
Orion in the Sky
CHAPTER ONE It's here in the sky that I have always felt free. High above the snow tipped mountains and evergreen treetops. My wings glide against the wind, I’m gracefully falling like a leaf in autumn. I pump them once, twice to gain speed and height before letting the wind take me again. The morning air is crisp, but as I am now, I hardly feel it. The plumage of my tawny feathers does well to brace me from the cold.
By Structured Pandemonium5 years ago in Futurism
Dragontine
Dragons steal princesses. They eat livestock. And they fight knights. Collect gold hoards too. That’s just what they do. That sounds so cliché though. I stretched my wings, feeling each feather flex individually before resting them back against my body. I turned my long head to look out the mouth of my lair. A single human rode his horse back in the direction I knew where the human town was. I was expected to go there in soon time and capture my first princess. As tradition and instinct called. Then as legend would go I would lock her away in my lair and keep her here as knights would challenge me to save her. Or whatever. I turned my head once again, my eyes resting on my own personal hoard. It wasn’t as big as most other dragons but it was impressive none the less. Gems, gold, and diamonds littered the ground in not so neat piles. Tomorrow. Tomorrow I’ll go get a princess. For today I will hunt and fill my belly.
By Noctuv5 years ago in Futurism
Along With The Divine
The last thousand of years together felt like a blur. One of them saving a small portion of humanity while the other damned it. Now and then, she would preform her own special little miracle just for the demoness. Dooming some poor soul to Hell while her frien-the demoness blessed someone. Giving them more luck than they admittedly deserved. They did a lot of things together that either of their sides would not approve of if they had ever knew. Yet, neither the angel or demoness really seemed to care all that much. It wasn’t as if either side had kept their watchful eye on them.
By Raphael Fontenelle5 years ago in Futurism
A Faerie's Love story
A Faerie's Love Story Prologue A very long time ago, in Eyre, a place known for its mystical and magical aspects in ancient lore, Deidre, an Irish faerie, fell in love with handsome Scottish chieftain, Llewellyn MacDougall. Even though it grieved him to admit it, and seeing how desperate his daughter was to be with the chieftain, the Faerie King felt that he had no choice but to let his daughter become mortal so that she could wed MacDougall. Yet, the only why she could continue her mortal existence was if Llewellyn and her could produce a faerie human child within one year. Sadly, no matter how hard they tried, she could not conceive. Thus after their one year of marital bliss, Deidre went before her father to plead with him to let her stay with her beloved husband.
By Julienne Holmes5 years ago in Futurism
The Proposal
The Proposal “It’s been three years,” Kristopher said, gazing into Tyler’s deep brown eyes. “I know. It’s like we only met yesterday. Funny, isn’t it, how time flies?” Tyler said.
By Jax Altieri5 years ago in Futurism
The Firecrest and How He Became King if the Birds
Caractacus Plumefeather, Noble Chieftain of the Little Owls, High Beak, and First Minister of the People of the Feathered Wing, shook up his small, round, brown wings, ruffled up his tan chest feathers, coughed, hiccuped, fell over, got back up again (with an oak leaf curling on his head), and gave three loud clear hoots to call the assembled People of the Feather to order.
By James Alexander Crown5 years ago in Futurism
Natalie
Prologue And so, it Begins The foliage, heavy from a recent rain, droops, leading small leaf pools of gathered moisture ever downward from the canopy to the forest floor. The small rustlings and vocalizations of those who call the forest home mingle with the light dripping sounds of the rainwater, playing a soft musical tribute to the untouched beauty. Storm clouds shift, sunlight filtering down through the covering, steam rising in a soft mist. Everything the light touches has a soft golden glow adding a surrealistic aspect to the tableau.
By Kathryn Lambert5 years ago in Futurism