DTT:Origins 3: Darkness and Light of the Flames...* * *
A little after, and there was a calm in the household; Schakri had left for a few weeks to head to Warfang to drink and gamble and waste our money. It was a happy occasion for both him and us indeed. And even though my mother and I knew it wouldn't last, we hoped to enjoy it...
So, being a nature dragon, my mother decided to take me out for a little walk in the nearby forest.
Oh. It was such a nice place to be. The birds chirped merrily in the trees, which blanketed the woods in a cool shade. The grass beneath out feet was soft and a lush green; everything seemed to bloom into a new life as Mum touched it, even so much as a smile poured more colour into Nature...
...Schakri had no respect for Nature. No respect for Life. He would never allow this kind of thing when he was around, a calm walk like this was a rare event.
Now, I'm a fire dragon. I always have been. I'd have loved to have been a nature dragoness, like my mother. But as it w
TLoS LiM 15: Building Bridges* * *
It had been a while since Cynder had met Malefor. Now, the nobles had left for their county mannor in which they rules over their land for the Queen and King, all except Malefor, who was determined to speak with Cynder; who, believe it or not, he did actually care about...
"Cynder, please." He spoke as she walked down one of the castle's corridors, giving him the cold shoulder. "I can only guess what Malefor in the mirror universe did, but you need to learn that I'm a different dragon to him. I just want to talk to you."
She paused, and glared at him. "What is there to talk about?" She snapped. "I was only just getting my head around this, and then you show up and make things even more complicated!"
He sighed. "How am I making things complicated Cynder?" He asked. "I'm the opposite of the Malefor you know. So I have no desire to mistreat you, and yet you still distrust me. Can we please just try to be social to one another?"
She sighed, he
Spyro: 28WLC 2: New Queen, new Virus. Part 1.* * *
28 weeks after the 'Original Outbreak' devastated Avalar and the United Kingdom; it was reported that the infected were now, thankfully, dead. So, an agreement was drawn up: The American humans would reclaim the UK, while Avalar would be handed down to the surviving heirs. Which was Eve.
...With Eve on the throne (the youngest queen Avalar has ever had at 14 Dragonyears old) she was tasked with repopulating Avalar, and living up to her father's shamefully shortened reign...
Dragons were immigrating from everywhere to settle in Avalar under 'Project Sweetwater' Even as the thousands of people settled in the homes of Warfang City, the streets were scarily quiet.
Ghostly. That was how Eve described it. Millions of people, dead, and their ghosts wandered the streets alone. It was no longer a city, but a graveyard.
And she never left her palace anymore, the gates locked shut, windows fitted with steel bars for security, and a guard tower placed
AR 1: Cystal's New Son* * *
It was at that point, Alastair make a growly-squeak, and retreated into his shell...
Ddraig looked confused to Trathalis. "Was it something I said?" He asked.
Then, sharp claws exploded out of the shell in the sides, sending shell scattering the bed; followed by a tail, which clubbed its owner free of the egg. Before the attack had begun, it was over, and Alastair stood in the rubble, feeling proud for breaking free of the egg by himself.
"Hey, I think Cystal's sleeping in my bedroom right now." Ddraig spoke to Trathalis, trying to remain calm despite his excitement. "Could you go and wake her?"
Trathalis nodded. "Back in a sec." And he was off.
"Cystal!" He nudged her with his paw. "Cystal, come on! You need to get up."
"But mamma..." She whispered in her sleep. "I don't wanna get up, I'm having such a wonderful dream..."
"Cystal!" He gave her one final shove, which thrust her into conciousness.
"Who?! What the?!" She then saw Trathalis.
Alastair Rebirth REAL Prolouge: An Unexpected Gift* * *
So, we being our tale on the 19th of September; a single day before the dragon egg was supposed to hatch... Ddraig, Eve, Spyro, Cynder and Trathalis, a close friend of Ddraig's and a highly important dragon in the life of the young egg...
Trathalis had actually came a few days earlier, on Ddraig's birthday; although Trathalis had brought the dragon king a beautifully crafted swaord and shield for him for his birthday (which Ddraig greatly apprieciated), both parties knew there was something more important on the agenda, and it sat in an egg, in a recently converted bedroom...
The two dragons sat until late at night, waiting, they were unsure if he'd hatch at exaclty midnight, and hence tomorrow, or something tomorrow morning. But if he was going to hatch at midnight, neither Ddraig nor Trathalis wanted to miss it.
"You nevrous?" Ddraig asked to the black-scaled dragon.
He nodded. "But this is good, right? I mean..."
"...The evil will have
Alastair Rebirth: Prolouge. - Non-Cannon Story -
Ddraig sighed. "It's a long story." he told the young white dragon next to him. "It's about a dragon, and a monster, tied together, from a land known as Revena..."
After months of madness, Ddraigtanto Ixeniejir was entrusted with a very special package: a dragon egg of an equilibrium dragon, who's soul had been torn in two, and while one half has disappeared, the other remained in the dragon, as he was returned to the age of a baby in his egg. The name of this dragon? Alastair...
Soon, Ddraig will have to face the difficulties of balancing three children and his work, as well as helping the equilibrium dragon to learn just what he is...
Based on a long-running RP. This story is a FanFanfiction based on the OCs and story of ~ACTheRockDevil.
Spyro: 28 Weeks later Cross. Part 1.Cynder thought she was going to be dead meat, or worse, but no. Something strange, and miraculous happened just as the infected-Spyro clocked her...
There was a noise, like wind being stirred, and the sound barrier broken. Then, a flash of light exploded into the temple; Cynder's mind was lost, she thought she could see heaven, but she could still feel her own pulse beating through her, rapidly, but still beating; her mind wasn't lost to uncontrolable rage either.
She slowly opened her eyes to see two dragons unlike any she'd seen before. Both looked like they were from the future. One was blue, the other red; but the blue one didn't have normal wings. Instead, a set of mechanical metal ones were in the place of normal wings. Both dragons were wearing gas masks, and Spyro lay unconcious and heavily bound by electronic bindings.
The blue dragon then turned to see the dazed Cynder.
"Hey! This one isn't infected!" He shouted to the other, walking over to her, he spoke. "Did the
E'sS FaF 17: Cold Comfort Cyril. part 1.* * *
Olivia was still a little shaken up the next day, when she went to school... This was very much seen in her training, which is normally a task she preforms happily, and with determination...
Sure, the blue dragoness could spray cold blasts, and freeze dummies over; but when it came to higher skilled ice, she was falling foul.
"No no NO!" Cyril barked. "You're breathing the sheet ice all wrong!" He walked over to her, and stepped into the ice, watching the wafer thin ice cracked ad broke away under him, revealing little more than a puddle. "Watch me." He instructed. The task was to freeze a tub of water into a solid cube, it was something he knew Olivia could do, because she had done it when she was so much younger. He sucked up a large glob of siliva in his mouth, before spitting into the tub, the spit flew quickly into the tub, freezing as it went into a ball, which shattered in the bottom of the water tub; and where the broken shards of