The night’s sky was a foreboding glow, displaying the remnants of the chaos that proceeded on that very night. The air was calm and still, leaving no trace of the strong, mighty wind that had once seized it. Seeker Gawin and Annabelle emerge from the Great Fall forest, heading in the direction of the marketplace of the Masonburge Village with a bewildered first commander, who was heading back to the castle, passing them with his men riding a few feet behind. The people of the village have gathered in a somber mood, watching the last of the king’s men carry away bodies on one of their horses.
The dragon gave a yelp and darted behind a tree. However, the tree he had selected was smaller than he was, and his body stuck out on either side enough for him to be noticeable from a hundred feet away. "P-Please don't d-do anything to h-hurt me..."
1. Buck - A half St. Bernard and half sheepdog that was kidnapped and sold as a sled dog.
I stared down at the dragon, while Kheiron floated in place his soft fur rippling as he sang mysterious melodies concerning the place and it’s magic and chanted about the kingdoms secrets. His words worked their way into my mind.
Not a moment later, a hideous troll crosses the leaf littered path; it’s as macabre as a ghoul, if not more. It grumbles to itself, and scratches it’s extensive, blotchy stomach. With it comes a hideous stench of methane and decay (only the Gods knew what it had been up to). It suddenly stops at the edge of the path. Every animal holds it’s – perhaps – final breath. The grotesque creature then plunders on; animals begin to sing gleefully again, and the wind whispers vociferously once more.
He took a breath, preparing to speak, just as a faint groan escaped from Norval's lips. His attention swiftly returned to his brother; Ned's Scott's quandary fading from his thoughts.
“Ouch!— you’re a mean one, why do I inspired you so much contempt? Have I disrespect you?” He asked as he kept his cold stare.
“Yeah,” Dallea breathed, relishing in the alien feeling of talking with her mask. She moved her sword, distracted for a moment. Still sprawled on the ground, Loki watched the giant’s hand plummet towards them again. He grabbed Dallea by the strap on her shoulder and forced her to roll with him, out of harm’s way. Loki found his wits and cast a quick spell. Much to the giant’s dismay, the two whom he wanted to crush vanished from sight.
A HUGE deafening roar came from the cave. Smoke followed and the sound of heavy, scaly feet. Thestral screamed, ran and tripped. Everything went dark. He woke to find the Dragon dead, his own sword stuck in its brain.
"I will never get use to the way the dragonkin... do what they do and while I am at it, I will never understand where he goes when he disappears." Drogan said as he pulled his horse around to walk next to the wagon.
Get up!” She pushed her brother ahead of her and steered him away from the creature, which was quickly gaining on them. “Go toward the rocks!”
The intensity of the fireball sizzles the air as it flies straight into Faorit’s chest - causing the Evil Wizard to beam with pride and Caiorii to shriek in horror. However, the Evil Wizard’s face quickly drops as the smoke of the fireball clears.
It looked like the sun had given up on trying to break through the iron curtain of clouds that it decided to lounge behind them. As we nervously walked towards the battle of our lives, the castle silhouetted behind us like someone faintly saying goodbye. The narrow barren streets were scattered with muculent mud and broken decomposed parts of the castle lay beside it reminding us that danger was slowly approaching. The street was a skeleton, stripped of its flesh. All that remains was the broken parts of the concrete structure. Quiet and derelict. The street was a river of the rusted burnt charcoal like concrete parts of the castle. Perhaps years back this street was immersed in pools of yellow light from the assaulted street lamps. Walking past the street lamps made the scent of burnt smoke go inside me like a barren soul. The street lamps were concealing us and we were inferior to the street lamps. The street lamps were covering us with darkness reminding us of the danger ahead of
"Samuel," the dragon spoke in a deep, booming voice, "by touching the arcane tablet, you have summoned me from the realm of spirits. I have awoken in order to grant you three wishes. Only when your wishes have been granted, may I return to my slumber."