Chapter Five: The Lady Ayana

“There are none fairer than the

Gaian Elves of Lenagard”

Tarnink, ambassador of Lenagard

A young woman with elven beauty walked along a narrow forest path. Her black and red streaked hair swept past her high cheekbones with a small wind. She froze at the sound of a snapped twig and sniffed the air. She caught the distinct scent of rohit-elafi along with the familiar trace of sulfur. The woman grabbed her bow as she peered out through her emerald eyes, the slit pupils narrowed when she spotted her prey. Her arched eyebrows curved in concentration. It was an older rohit-elafi and was not likely to survive the coming winter; she shot and hit her mark.

The woman approached the small red deer like creature and lifted it over her slender shoulders with great ease. The weight shifted on her shoulders. She moved a strand of her wavy hair away from her eyes as she slid down the path. The narrow path grew wider and large trees dotted it, spaced out in an interesting pattern. The air smelled of oak and the comforting scent of sulfur left the winds. This was the elven village of Mila and the homes were in those trees. She moved with stealth through the village.

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Chapter Three: Hope for a Race Rough Draft

Chapter Three: Hope for a Race Rough Draft

“O to see a dragon birth. To travel to one’s dark lair Deep within the earth Pray the Dragon spares thee” Quoted by Arajuan to his men warning them the danger of hunting dragons. Deep in a massive shadowy cave, the smoky black egg was preparing to hatch. The father, Rork crouched down blowing flames on it to hasten its incubation. His vast scorched wings tucked behind him, his neck stretched…

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Chapter Three: Hope for a Race Rough Draft

Chapter Three: Hope for a Race Rough Draft

“O to see a dragon birth. To travel to one’s dark lair Deep within the earth Pray the Dragon spares thee” Quoted by Arajuan to his men warning them the danger of hunting dragons. Deep in a massive shadowy cave, the smoky black egg was preparing to hatch. The father, Rork crouched down blowing flames on it to hasten its incubation. His vast scorched wings tucked behind him, his neck stretched…

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Chapter Three: Hope for a Race Rough Draft

“O to see a dragon birth.
To travel to one’s dark lair
Deep within the earth
Pray the Dragon spares thee”
Quoted by Arajuan to his men
warning them the danger
of hunting dragons.

Deep in a massive shadowy cave, the smoky black egg was preparing to hatch. The father, Rork crouched down blowing flames on it to hasten its incubation. His vast scorched wings tucked behind him, his neck stretched forward toward it. He focused his entire energy on hatching the egg.

To the left side of Rork sat a smaller female curled up in her nest of straw and rocks. The mother, she was a misty-black dragon. Her wings were thin delicate membranes she kept folded Continue reading