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The Forge - 2 - Gawain's GiftThe Forge.
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.
“Wake up, it's time to get your gift and have breakfast...”
Gawain crawled out from the nest of blankets and slowly stood up, looking up at Miss Airea.
Miss Airea smiled down at the little half-Draconic child that now started rubbing his sleepy eyes.
"Good morning Miss Airea. What's going to happen today...?"
"Well it’s time for breakfast
The Forge - Start of a lifeThe 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, the young being hopped off the rails; he stood just below the railing on the bridge.
"I should head back to the orphanage..."
He turned and started heading down the old, cracked, and damaged stone pathway.
Down the path, through the cold of the settling darkness, the Metalsmith was visible. It was an old wood and stone structure with smoggy windows that ha
TGU Chapter 13-2The 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 bang was heard, sending four cracks down the sides of the pod, each follow the weaker metal and causing more fractures in the metal as they went further down the pod.
After that, the pod fell apart, leaving Fortune free-falling without the confines of the pod.
"So much better. Remind me to never get into a Drop-pod again."
"Right. Now, About not fa
TGU Chapter ThirteenThe Ghost Unit
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 spoke through the helmets in-built speakers.
"HURRY UP AND LAUNCH THE DAMNED THING!"
"One moment!" The technician spoke as he entered the Coords himself.
The sound of something being detonated underneath the pod was heard, then pressure started building around and beneath the pod.
"Readying pressure launch..."
Fortune gave a quiet, but audible, growl. H
Little Scales Part V!Little Scales
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 Scales got to his feet, he moved his paws slightly. He didn't like the cold.
"You`ll be safer there, in the deeper Glades."
Scales started taking little, clumsy steps, heading in the direction he thought was the "Deeper Glades".
"Turn around. It's the other direction."
He slowly turned, trying not to slip and fall. Scales
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 PT4 Of ???Little Scales
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 to talk until he ages enough."
"Operia? That's a stupid name...."
"Do you disrespect the very ancient in-front of you? You deserve a punishment, you insolent piece of pale-skinned refuse."
"What are you? A thousand?"
A low growl could be heard coming from Operia, as she stood and raised her front fore-paw. It suddenly became a solid entity as she s
Little Scales Pt3 Of ??Little Scales
Lyle had headed into the woods in search of Traes, unaware of the change he had taken. He found Traes without actually knowing that the crimson-violet Dragon was actually his close friend. Scales was asleep at this moment, and didn't know his old friend was standing a mere foot away.
Scales lay on the dirt and common debris scattered about, unaware of his old human friend reaching towards him.
He woke up as he suddenly felt his sensitive wings get touched by something--or someone--unknown; he shot up and immediately glared upwards at the human.
Scales made no attempt to remember whether he knew this human, or to communicate. Instead, he stepped back, letting shyness go over himself as a way of being cautious.
"Well, you woke up quickly, little lizard... Come on, I'm taking you to my friend Traes!..." Lyle spoke as quickly as he could think, while he attempted to grab Scales.
But Scales, instead, bit him so hard that blood began to drip as Lyle recoile
Little Scale PT2 of ???Little Scales.
Scales stepped forward and willingly took on this change. He felt his memories clear; he felt his pain lift as it was replaced by the sensation of his body changing.
Scales stood, as the spirit-egg Operia watched over his slow change, from his transformation from Human to Dragon Hatchling.
"Little One. You seem at ease, even accepting of your new form even though I am forcing it upon you."
"That's because I've been feeling so much pain as a human... But it`s lifted."
"I see, Little one. So that pain is gone... Your transformation won`t cause you pain, I hope..."
"Even if it does..."
Scales began to feel an itch, something felt like it was crawling up his arms and legs. A Feeling of weakness spread over him, which caused him to fall to his hands and knee's.
"It has begun."
Scales clenched his fists as he noticed his skin turn a pink-like hue and harden into small plates.
"S-Scales.... Actual..." He trie
Attack on Titan x Reader - I'm in the Band (Ch. 1)[Author's Note: This is a college marching band AU. Since Reader-chan is a new freshman, she shall be expected to act shy. Also, Reader-chan shall play the clarinet. Apologies to anyone reading who does not play clarinet, but look on the bright side: You'll be clarinet buddies with Armin and Marco~!]
Chapter One: Introductions
My face flushed involuntarily as I quickly walked toward the many rows of fold-out chairs. I kept my eyes on the floor when my rear hit the chair at the end of the back row, and I tried my best to block out the loud chatter coming from almost every other mouth in the room. I was greatly outnumbered by strangers, what looked to be over a hundred other people seated in the giant rectangular formation of chairs set out at the front of the room.
I allowed my eyes to scan the room and its inhabitants. A man sat patiently at the front facing the crowd of people. I recognized him. He was Erwin Smith, the band director, the man for whom I had auditioned. He was ve
Hetalia X Neko Reader Pt14
Hetalia X Neko Reader
Lesson in Fighting
After breakfast Natalia lead (Name) to a room in the basement. The room is painted a light blue with various weapons, shields and armor around the room. What caught (Name) eye ere four pair of military uniform but before she could go look at them she was dragged across the room. (Name) watches as Natalia pulls out a practice dummy. The dummy looks like a crude rag doll with blond hair and light violet eyes. (Name) stares at it for a minute before she feels something being pressed into her hand. (Name) looks down to see Natalia giving her a small dagger. She takes it and examines it. It is slightly larger than her hand with a polished wood hilt and shiny silver blade.
“I saw many weapons in Japan nut nothing like this, it’s so small”
“It’s a dagger” Natalia says bluntly “I want you to stab the dummy with it”
“But I don’t want to” (Name) says
“This is self-defense, I am trying
Fools Gold (Netherlands x Reader)
(Netherlands x Reader)
Warning. This is not a happy story.
“I want a divorce.” His voice was cool and sharp, calming almost, as if the way those four words rolled off of his tongue without a care in the world, no sense of reluctance in them in the least. The words of anti that were soon to erupt from my own caverns held silent, my lips pushed tightly together in pure disbelief. I knew this was going to happen but…not this soon, not now. The tall man sat up from our love seat, the clink of his boots bruised against the carpeted floors; ignoring my face as if I didn’t exist. I heard the door slam, awaking me from my state of being before running to the door after him, the only thing in his wake was the entryway.
“Tim!” I was given no response aside from a look that I’d grown to
The Bank Job and Night Attack
"There you go miss, you've worked hard all day and so take the rest of the day off." A large man wearing a black ski mask told a young woman along with a bunch of other young women who all wore a blue bank outfit along with dark or nude tights and stockings and some still wore their high heel blue shoes while others lost theirs in a struggle.
They were all lined up behind the cashier counter, brown packing tape was wrapped around their upper bodies and wrists along with their ankles as several strips kept them gagged. They struggled and grunted on the floor as three males and their female boss was in the middle of robbing the bank they were in.
"Mfpmfffmfm!" They all grunted fearfully looking scared as the vice bank manager was just as scared and left unbound as she was pushed towards the vault.
"Open it, we don't want any of your employees getting hurt." The boss said with a smile as the vice manger stuttered out some words.
"I-I-I don't k-know how-"
"Ah ah ah, don't finish that sente
Faith of the Heart-Part 3-Ch 24Faith of the Heart
Part 3: Chapter 24
SHE'S IN LOVE
Written by DisneyFan-01
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The day drifted along quickly and once the next morning came around, Marina and the boys spent the whole day with the daughters of Triton getting to know all of them better. Although Ariel spent most of her times on her own daydream, singing to herself, and swimming in circles like she was dancing, the sisters went on telling the gang all of their interests and hobbies.
As Marina did well in keeping her secret of really being a human with a disguise of a mermaid, the mer-sisters
Pluto X reader (One-shot)
You were walking And you were passing by the Phantomhive mansion when you were suddenly tackled you the ground. "HEY!" You cried as you hit the ground. Then you felt something licking your face. Opening your eyes you saw what looked like a boy licking you, which resulted in you blushing madly. "H-HEY, GET OFF!" You cried. "Why are you licking me?" The 'boy' continued to lick you. "Pluto!" A voice called. "Come here, Pluto!" The voice added. The 'boy' that was licking you got off of you and ran in the direction of the voice. You sat up and saw another boy.
"Sorry about Pluto." The other boy said. "He's really a dog, so he does that." You stared blankly, but then nodded. "My name is Finnian." The boy said. "I'm (Y/N)." You replied. Pluto went back over and tackled you again and resumed licking your face. Finnian sighed. "well, I tried to get him off of you, Miss (Y/N)." He said. You just giggled.
Pluto licked your face a few more times and then nuzzle
Mouse in the House: Chapter 1Corin shook nervously as he scampered through the crack in the wall. Corin was coverd in messy, grey fur. He had a mess of brown hear on his head, and big, golden eyes. A belt with tiny, makeshift tools was wrapped around his waist. He pushed a wheeled, wooden board ahead of himself, upon which sat a little rope. The rope was made from fishing wile, while the wheels were made of beads. Corin was followed by his brother Howey, who ran alongside him. They were followed by a few more of their fellow scavengers.
"Remember the plan." Howey said. "We sneak into the kitchen, grap some food, put it in the tray, and rush out.
"I know, I know." Corin protested, scratching his big fluffy ear. "I heard you the first time."
Corin and his friends were a race known as Neeras. They were part human, and part mouse. But mostly mouse. They lived in a world of giant, talking animals. Neeras, unfortunately, weren't giants; they were about as small as a giant's toe. Sometimes even SMALLER. That meant they h
Kile and Gib Role-Play: Revenge 1
It was a kind of cloudy day around. One in which it almost seems the world was quiet as everyone stays indoors and flips through their television channels to find nothing on to watch. Most all except for one. Kile was currently riding on his bike to his house in the gloomy day. He liked it like this because it was quiet and sometimes he could hear the distant roars and grumbles of thunder in the distance. Plus he never minded getting stuck in the rain because he was part shark. Eventually he headed down a gravel road off of the main road that wasn't far from the main house he stayed in. Once he reached the end, he chained up his bike like he always did in the garage of the two story house he often stayed in.
Kile headed in and took off his ball cap and shoes, then went into his big bedroom on the main floor to lay down. On his way he passed the den and took a small glance under the couch. It was his own force of habit now. He did it mostly out of anticipation that maybe he'd find
Alguna vez has oído esa frase muy popular de “LAS APARIENCIAS ENGAÑAN” ,bueno es verdad, pero también es mentira. Tal vez no te guste como eres y finges ser alguien falso, o tienes un mal día y finges que nada paso para no explicar por qué estas así, o todas esas veces en las que te preguntaron “Estas bien” y tu respondiste “si” cuando tú sabes que no es así. Dime cuantas veces no has ocultado tus lagrimas: en tu cuarto, en el baño o hasta en tus propios ojos… para que nadie se preocupe y piensen que estas perfectamente!!!! QUE ES UNO DE LOS MEJORES DIAS!!!!! Pues es mentira todas son apariencias y tu bien lo sabes, todos alguna vez hemos vivido eso, por razones personales o no. Bueno a mi me pasa eso todos los días, yo no soy real con nadie, ni siquiera conmigo misma, todos los días me veo al espejo y me digo “esta eres tu, todos creen que eres esta,, así que esta tienes q
Ackeroth: Siege of KalenAckeroth
Siege Of Kalen
Before The Siege
The Town Of Kalen, protected by its thick stone walls, is as busy at is would be any other day, the inhabitants doing their daily work as usual.
Some choose to train in the practice grounds, trying to get jobs as town guards.
Alone stand two people in the center of the town, by a large fountain, which is designed to be a place of relaxation in the hectic days of Kalen.
One of the two stands facing the fountain, looking into it`s clear water at his own reflection, sighing at the quite.
He turns to face the other figure, as they touch his hand.
It`s a woman, who is obviously close to the other, with worried look on her face.
"Tyson, don`t go... They don`t need you to fight!" The woman says, concerned, but calm.
"I have to go. If I don't, Kalen will get attacked..." Tyson says, gently grasping the girls hands.
"Okay, Tsuki? Me and the Militia will be fine. Tr
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