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Fate Of ElementsIt was a quiet night. Freezium and Freezah, a couple of ice dragons, were in their nest warming a cold blue egg. The wiser dragons told the couple that maybe their son wouldn't be born, since it was strange a dragoness was pregnant.
— It is impossible for an egg to be born right now— Seigast said, closing his eyes in sadness
— But...!— Freezah tried to talk, but the painful thought of her egg being dead didn't let her
— Honey, is okay, we can...
— No! — the dragoness complained— I won't leave my son!
Freezah ran away with tears in her eyes. Frozium, her mate, tried to stop the dragoness but she was now far away. The sages just walked away, leaving the ice dragon alone. When he came back to his nest, he found his wife curling around the egg. Frozium couldn't hold the tears back, dropping some of them on the cold floor.
— Freezah...? Are you awake?— he asked, walking slowly towards his dragoness
Freezah opened her eyes slowly
Fate Of Elements- Chapter 1Sunlight disturbed Jayce's dream, forcing him to wake up with a big yawn. A cold wind entered from the window and filled the dragon's nest with a nice sensation. The young Jayce got up and walked out of his room to meet his parents, who were talking in the living room. Jayce sat in front of them while he let out another yawn.
"Seems like someone is sleepy" Freezium giggled
"Yeah well... I went to sleep late" the young dragon blushed softly
"Oh my son... you have to go to sleep earlier!" Freezah set some fishes close to the young dragon "Anyways here is the breakfast. Now eat and go with your friends. Vexis and Yukiert were here. They are waiting you on Frozchain"
The ice dragon ate the fish as fast as he could when he heard about his friends waiting him. After that, he ran without saying anything and flew over the city. Northern Wing was the first city to be built in the Frozen Lands. It had the Union symbol, representing the coexistence of all creatures, regardless of their element or
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She would rear up in defiance against any manner of beast that flew, burrowed, or stalked these lands, and would fight with such malice and savagery that the forest itself seemed to quiver within her presence. For a full fortnight, Jura had expelled her rage upon the monsters of the Alder. Even now her scales, once a magnificent shade of ivory, was grimy and mat
The CullingThe free city of Embercrest, situated on the banks of the large Gulf of Koresh, west of the Choral Sea, was a true contemporary wonder among the free city-states dotting the Gulf's shoreline. Its natural harbor acted as a gateway to the Ivrohanian Empire, just across the Choral Sea. Ivrohanian merchants would come and go as quickly as the changing of the seasons, bringing boundless spices, quilts, and commerce to Embercrest. Many different cultures have left their mark not just on the city's people, but also upon the city's identity. What historically was a city of no variation, Embercrest has grown into a multicultural hub and it's this that unites the fifty thousand people living within its walls. But such a utopia was not without its fare share of drawbacks.
The city-states of Koresh were in a state of civil unrest. After years of fighting endless hordes of magical abominations that were conjured by rogue mages, the people of Koresh had grown frightful and hateful of
The day was peaceful, the breeze felt wonderful upon Loss's skin and the berries were sweet to her tongue. The young girl felt a rare sense of blissful contentedness among the berry-bushes. She let the feeling take over her senses, and attempted to push back her memories from half-an-hour before. After all, why let the unpleasant memories of sharp pain and bruising skin ruin the moment? The girl shook her head to throw the memory out and continued feeling her way down rows of blue-berry bushes.
As she walked she considered the horrible stories her aunt and cousins were always telling her about the forest. She snickered at the thought of a monster in the forest, after all how could something dreadful live in a place that smelled so sweet, had the wonderful chorus of birds chirping, contained the taste of berries, and gave her the soft touch of speckled sunlight through such soft leaves? The stories they had told her must have been simply to keep her awake at night and to make her fear t
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