Dragon Queen

By Damien Knight

Ever the sweetest of visions
I lay my head down for the night
Are you there Luna dancing in moonlight?
And in the day, sun bathes your raven hair
The call of the conchshells echo the sea
My dreams refuse to make you reality
Will you dance like a dragon across the sky
Tragic I can’t join you there
When I wake once more alone
I’ll pray lady of shadows my sins atone
For now I dream of her in flight
And with that I say good night

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Shadow Knight

By Damien Knight

The death knight, the warrior, perfect
For dead he serves eternal.
His stance sturdy, erect,
His heart cold as solid stone.
Life cannot touch his soul,
Pain he does not feel.
How I envy his demeanour cold,
With apathy of steel.
His face a mirror to mine,
I wish I were a heartless knight.
To no longer ache inside,
Just stand and face my fight!

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Your Bard, Her King

By Damien Knigbt

Listen to the words of the bard
Hear him speak that you might not sorrow
Only line and verse convince you
But it isn’t me, yesterday, today or tomorrow

This is my lair, my home, my abode
And here I am the dragon king
Would he claim such fancy title
Then why believe when it is I, Koraki who sings

I have intentionally not written verse
As often as I had, lest it confuse you
But this is my cave, mine, I was here first
I should not have to tread soft in my castle

I am but a bard to you, singing song
Aniya she’s out there, my queen my everything
It is for her ultimately I crow verse for
And when I find my soulmate I’ll be her king

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Chapter Ten: A Visitor in the Night Final Draft

 

“The eyes are the quickest to deceive a man.

This is why I am glad to be blind.

There are no deceptions.”

Arajuan to Tarnink

Anika lay in her tent and stared at the ceiling. She was restless and found it difficult to get to sleep. She sat there with thoughts of home and Atron Reu. He always had made her laugh, and she missed him. The boy often got himself into trouble with the other elves. He had a habit of escaping the village, which caused her to drag him back. If he were to do that now, without her, Arajuan might find him. She despised having to deal with Arajuan’s cruel way of taunting her mind.

Anika felt uneasy about Atron, that he was unhappy without her. She hoped she was wrong as she already worried enough. Whatever the child did she wanted him to stay safe. The Aldarian Army hunted half-dragons now even more than dragons were. Thinking of dragons

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Chapter Nine: An Empty World Final Draft

“It was a vast burning field
where no flowers grew
blood covered the embers
where no bodies were strewn

Who could do this to a land
that committed no crime
a place that had peace
In a time before time”
Anika describing
the devastation Arajuan
caused through out
Aldaria

That morning Anika awoke as the sun peeked into her tent. With the darkness gone the sun beamed the brightest she had ever seen. Only a slight trace of sulfur was on the wind much to her relief. She sat up, her stomach had a dull ache, but her legs healed except for scars on the back of them. Her shoulder where Arajuan gripped her had no wound at all. She had fallen asleep in her travel armor, so she did not need to dress. She left her tent, found Tarnink was already up and had prepared a fire.
Tarnink pulled out a pack of food and handed it to her. She tried to eat but her stomach felt numb. The food just sat and rotted. She tossed the food away from her in frustration.
“Arajuan, that vile beast, he is trying to starve me to death,” she exclaimed.
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Chapter Eight: A Question of Character Final Draft

“Hate me.

I love when things are complicated.”

Koraki to Anika

Arajuan did not have the luxury to stop. A tight schedule meant he had to push on. He could still smell her blood on him, feel her heartbeat against him. His own heart pounded against his ribcage. He knew this feeling, a roar in his chest from a time before he was Arajuan. She was the lady of shadows; how could he do this to her?

Arajuan had to shake this off, aloof, wicked, heartless. This is war, the price of war is death. He would laugh but it was not funny. The men followed him, orcs were the core group, from the same tribe Tsuke and Tuk hailed. The others were victims of towns he decimated. He relished in their fear when new towns he conquered saw his necromantic arts. It was a delight when they knew they bound their fate to him.

The war drums played as they marched. Socrates landed on his shoulder. He knew his master better than anyone; they were bonded as brothers. Socrates sensed Arajuan’s troubled heart.

“The girl, was she the wyrmling?” Socrates asked

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Chapter Seven: The Shadow Revealed Final Draft

“How many fear the dark only

to find there is little to fear”

-The Bird-Child Socrates

As the shadowy mist faded away, a foreboding man with charred brittle skin appeared. In the cracks, there glowed what appeared to be red-hot lava. His eyes were embers as he glared at them. Anika regained her bearings, Tarnink behind her, sword drawn. A small troop of twisted men circled them.

Anika found herself faced with this monstrosity. His eyes glowed so hot that his stare burned into her. He was blind, yet Anika felt he could sense her that he was looking at her.

The scar he had on his left eye glowed the brightest red and cut deeper than the other cracks of his flesh. Strapped to his right side he carried a sword, and in his right hand a long spear. His long feathery black hair blended in with the darkness of the forest. He wore a battered

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