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There are all kinds of people in the world, People to be loved, and people to be hated. Some people cause fear and distrust among others around them. Some people make people flock around them like sheep, leading them. People can even get close to you, and develop bonds. Sometimes these bonds can grow, and flourish, leading to great friendships. These powerful, sometimes everlasting bonds, these friends, can be the hardest thing to shake, and even harder to cease. On the rare occasions these bonds, these binding chains, are shaken, even shattered, It can scar a person. A scarring that will leave them weak, sad and afraid. Afraid to bre

The Forge. Gawain’s Gift. Gawain slept silently, nestled in amongst the nest of blankets inside his crib. The early morning rays of the sun had started to make their way into the buildings of the hidden away town, waking the residents of every home slowly. The market square was already busy with early-risers and people manning stalls to sell their wares and services to others; a few main shops were also open earlier than usual. It seemed to be a good day for business in the town today. Miss Airea awoke, then moved towards the crib immediately. “Gawain? Gawain, Wake up.” Gawain stretched out slowly, yawning silently. &

The Forge. The Start of a Life. A bridge, the starting point of our story, was bathed in the fading rays of sunset, whilst the sky was a deep crimson in the fading hours of the day. A lone soul was sitting on the rails of the bridge, staring out into the coming darkness of night. A sound alerted him, so he spun around on the rails. But nothing was there on either side of the bridge. As he did another spin to watch the remaining sunset, the scales on his arm shimmered slightly in the remaining light. "Another silent night..." His voice echoed slightly, only small and feeble. Once the sun had completed its transition from day to night, t

The Ghost Unit. Chapter Thirteen Two. Fortune was falling through the atmosphere, in a slowly breaking drop-pod. Something sent it off course, and Fortune was considering his limited options. "Opea... I want you to break open the drop-pod, like you would when it`s embedded in the ground." "Burst open? That isn't safe at this height, Fortune. The Debris could land on someone below." "Who would be below us? We're literally over the middle of nowhere." Fortune hastily, and bluntly, snapped. ".... Right, then. Bursting pod." It took a few moments before three pops could be heard. They were detonation pins. A few moments later, and a loud

The Ghost Unit Chapter Thirteen Wrong Landing. Fortune had entered a special pod made for launching "Drop Pods" in-atmosphere, and he was awaiting the launch. The sound of machinery beneath the Drop Pod whirred to life, an incredible ring of light before he could feel heat through the thermal walls in the pod. "Jeez, It's getting hot in here!" Fortune growled through the radio. "Well, Sorry. It`s not being launched from Atmosphere, so it doesn't have the Vacuum that cools it instantly!" "I`m not complaining, just saying!" The whirl of a turbine in the Drop Pod signalled it`s coming to life. "Entering Coordinates for drop." Opea spok

Little Scales Part V The Moonlit Glade. Scales was still unconscious, as the night settled over the glade. Operia had faded, but as she did, a small "band" of crystal had formed around the ankle of Scales' right fore-paw. The Glade was bathed in a subtle moonlight, the sounds of the late-night forest filled the air, whilst Scales lay curled up in the dirt. "Wake up little one..." A silent whimper left Scales as he slowly rose, a chill was in the air, a light fog limited Scales currently short vision. "Good boy, Scales. Now go deeper into the forest. You'll be much, much safer there..." The forest floor was cold and damp, and as Scale

OverFlow By Ace... Emotions are like an unending current which we all struggle against. But sometimes, we dam them up, and hide them behind a fake smile. A small defence, that never seems to fail. But, On occasion. Everything floods through, the rising torrent bashing against our control. We lose to this, for it is inevitable. No matter how long it may take. Even if we throw up walls, and steel ourselves. We all succumb to the OverFlow.

Little Scales Part Four. Scales had passed out, whilst in the presence of Lyle, his old, forgotten, human friend. Lyle panicked, and tried to awake the unconscious hatchling. "Little Dragon! Wake up! Wake up!! What happened?! It wasn't me, was it?!" A small glow appeared around Scales, in the shape of another dragon's paws. Operia was showing herself; as a full adult in form. "Scales... It's okay. This human won`t harm you..." "What the...?! Who are you.... WHAT are you?! I can..." "I am Operia. A dragon's spirit. And the one who turned this little one into a Hatchling with no recollection of his past, as did I take away his ability t