"The DEVIL is real"
Dragonlords of Karaton 9The snow was dancing in a light wind when they filed out of the snow structure. Jiron left a note for her companions with Olly’s help as she couldn’t write in northern languages. Once the group was together outside, they wrapped their coats tightly around them and followed Mal and Jiron toward the High Pass. Olly came last. He had been deep in thought ever since he returned from “keeping watch” and wouldn’t even give his normally extra-long explanations to Mal when he asked. This, to the surprise of the siblings, seemed to trouble the mercenary, although he hid it rather well.Dragonlords of Karaton 9 by DoorTraveler
The snow stopped about an hour before they reached the High Pass, but the damage had been done. What was normally a fifteen foot ledge had been crowded down to five feet at its widest point, and that was if the snow wasn’t concealing the narrower edges. “This is a bad idea,” Serokin whispered as she watched her brother pick up a long stick to test the snow in front
Dragonlords of Karaton 8“Come,” Jiron invited, turning from them and nearly vanishing from sight as they lost track of dark tanned skin. “This way. I have sheltered not far from here these last nights.”Dragonlords of Karaton 8 by DoorTraveler
Alimus looked at the others, shrugged, and followed her voice. Serokin whispered into his ear, “Now who’s too trusting?” He glared at her but said nothing, and Mal kept close to them, keeping his sword and his eye on their new acquaintance, not wanting to lose her shape in the snow fall again. Olly came last, showing only an indifferent expression.
Jiron’s shelter was a tight cluster of trees with interlacing branches covered in snow, making a fort beneath them as the snow piled up and over the branches. She waved them through a tunnel of packed ice and they found that beneath the branches no snow had fallen, or had been cleared away. Once they were all inside, all eyes were on her, and her uniform which was now a curious shade of silver. Olly nodded to himself,
Dragonlords of Karaton 7Kona was heavy on Alimus’s mind after their immediate danger had passed. Serokin caught him looking eastward to the Caravan road as they walked, and although she could understand the distraction, her thoughts were still with Thom and what had happened back at the farm. They walked well into the night, making it halfway up the mountain before stopping under an over pass which local hunters used as a blind. After Alimus explained the hunters were no friends of the army, Malcor and Follin decided it was safe enough to chance.Dragonlords of Karaton 7 by DoorTraveler
“Is there any way over this mountain besides the road?” Malcor asked, lighting a fire behind a short wall of stone that would hide the flames from the entrance. It was snowing again, so he hoped their pursuers wouldn’t spot the light on the walls.
“Not in the winter,” Alimus replied. “That’s why the caravan uses it. Usually they take the High Pass, on the other side of this mountain to the west. Mom said before t
Dragonlords of Karaton 6Mal hushed the others and put his ear to the door. The soldiers were inside, but it didn’t smell like they had set fire to anything yet. Probably something to do with the Warding he had found. They couldn’t go out that way without a fight, and he wasn’t keen on finding one—especially now that Olly said he had another way to get to the trees. The mercenary shut the door and looked around the room. “We’ll have to go through the window.”Dragonlords of Karaton 6 by DoorTraveler
Alimus immediately looked down at the dog. “Temur can’t go that way.”
“And a mutt as loud as yours might draw attention anyway.”
“He’s not a mutt!”
“Definitely not,” Olly agreed, much to Mal’s frustration. “However, Mal is right in the respect Temur cannot come with us. We travel with magic—a magician, a dragonlord, spinwheel metal, and talismans. A Kainyn will only intensify that magic, making us easier to spot.”
One ChanceElliot is four. He watches his grandfather breathe out cigarette smoke in his creaking armchair. The living room is small enough to be heated by the portable radiator near his grandfather's slippers. When the old man realises his grandson waits for him, he begins.One Chance by Rieal-Dragonsbane
"This is a ruined world, son. Diseased with hatred and war before you were born." He takes a drag on his cigarette and Elliot breathes in the coming smoke. "This world is dead, but I know there's another. We could go to it if we only knew the way." Elliot's grandfather smiles at his thoughts. "There's another place put aside for us. I'll find the door one day."
The radiator splutters to its death and the old man curses his misfortune.
Elliot is ten. His hair is in a ponytail because that's how his brother wears it and his big brother's the best. Nick Ward and his friends from the year above don't think so.
They grab Elliot as soon as he leaves the cubicle in the little boy's room and pushes him face first into a wall, holding
What is Love?What is love?What is Love? by ashleii
What is beauty?
Both are in the eye of the beholder
Love could be...
The butterflies in your stomach,
When you're with that special someone
The loyalty an animal shows,
To an inconsistent owner
The attempts at helping,
From a parent who isn't the best
Or even just looking in a mirror,
Saying to yourself,
"I'm perfect, just the way I am."
I can finally say.)