Ramblings

Ember, the young dragon, stood at the edge of the pit, a gaping abyss of serrated rocks and sheer cliffs. It was the arena where dragons of the Inferno Tribe came to exhibit

General Dont'al, commander of the Red Army of Navorana, found himself staring as he caught sight of a young child, no older than ten years of age, staring at him from

The man put down the lamp as a green and orange smoke spiraled up to the ceiling and started filling the small chamber. The space was tight and it smelled of rotten eggs.

Melrika ran towards the screams across the square. She hurried to get there because the voice screaming belonged to her younger sister. Asuqim followed her. - Help! Help! Another one... Another one... Even

My aunt had a farm and that's where my parents sent me when I screwed up big time. Usually it was because I didn't get good grades in school.