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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
The Princess Saves HerselfCisna Duchy, a princess of great royal status was quickly approaching her 21st birthday and upon be coming of age her father the King would step down and hand the crown and throne over to her as years of tradition dictated.
However, if Cisna was unable to make it to the coronation, her cousin Isara would then be made queen instead. Everyone thought the two cousins loved and got along with each other but deep down Isara badly wanted to become the next queen
On the eve of her coronation some bandits broke into the castle on the orders of Isara to kidnap Cisna.
Cisna who had dark long hair had just finished her bath and was settling down to go to sleep in her bed clad in her long dark pink dress robe with white thick socks and just as she was closing her eyes she heard a soft struggle outside her doors. As she got up the door to her bedroom opened and the bandits came rushing in with her maid bound and thickly gagged and held between one of their arms.
"No! Let her go!" Cisna cried
Blood, Sweat and Tears Ch 05
Blood Sweat and Tears Ch 05
Bertrand spent last night at Nadia’s place doing tons of activities with Nadia. Most of the time they spent watch TV together and play board games. It was a fun experience. It made him forget everything that happened before. The day ended with him training with Nadia.
Bertrand twisted and turned in his sleep, feeling uncomfortable. He’s sleeping on Nadia’s father’s bed. It could fit one person and that should give him enough space since he’s small, unless somebody was sleeping next to him. Besides that, he felt someone’s hands resting on top of his chest.
“Mm…,” He slowly opened his eyes and looked down through his groggy eyes. Yup, it’s a hand. It took him a few seconds to realize Nadia was beside him, sleeping. He didn’t recall her sleeping with him. “Oh….,”
“Hrmm….,” Nadia wrapped her arms around his body and pulled him towards her. Ber
Summer of Games #1WARNING:This series has weight gain and slob progression if you are not into this then don't read it
It was Tuesday and I got off the bus for the last time as a sophomore my summer has started and it'll be the best ever because my parents are traveling the world and I get the house all to myself. Plus they gave me a credit card that I can use for necessities only. I walk in the house enjoying the peace and quiet and I head over to the living room where my Xbox One, PS4, Alienware laptop, and yes even a Wii U sit. I plop down on my beanbag, put on my headphones, and turn on my Xbox and say to myself "Who's the cute gamer girl who's gonna dominate the virtual world? This girl Mercedes Vale." The first game of the summer is going to be none other than Destiny. I had spent who knows how many hours gaming when my stomach started to growl. So I finally took a break and ordered an extra large double cheese pizza thinking that it'll last me the week. While I was waiting my body fe
Deadpool vs. RED Team Prelude
Ray: Mercenaries, you pay them enough money or offer them a reward they can’t refuse and they will do everything in their power to put their brains on the floor.
Steel: And this is a first timer in two different ways. First off is that a veteran from last season is returning…
Ray: Deadpool, the Merc with a Mouth…
Steel: And the second first-time for us is that this is the first time a team fights a solo individual. That team is none other than the Teufort Mercs of “Team Fortress 2”.
Ray: Because each of the TF2 mercs brings a crapton of customizable weapons and gear, we will be using some standard gear and weapons/gadgets that are unique only to them.
Steel: He’s Ray and I’m Steel…
Ray: And it’s our job to analyze the weapons, armor, and skills of these combatants to find out who would win a DEATH BATTLE…
Kile and Gib Role-Play: Revenge 3
Kile felt like his life line just snapped and he swallowed at his tightening throat. "..... You... don't hate me too much... right?" he asked quietly, bringing his knees to his chest as he wobbled in the air.
Gib stood up from the floor and then flopped back onto the couch. "I don't hate you, but that doesn't mean I don't want some fun in having a little bit of payback. But..." Gib rubbed at his face. "...I can't think of a way of tormenting you that I'd enjoy. I mean, I don't want to taste or eat you. That's just going to make me sick."
Kile sighed relief that Gib wasn't thinking on tasting him, that was one of the worst things he hated about being small. But when it did happen, most of the time nobody tasted him for long because they said he tasted too salty or he tasted like cabbage. He never mentioned that though of course. "Then what? Whatever it is just get it over with so I can change out of my clothes. I don't like being in soggy clothing." he g
PromiseThe blue haired Hinako stood alone waiting for news of either her loves return or of his death. A storm raged at the old Uchiha Compound as she waited. She knew full well what was happening, no matter how hard she tried she could not convince Itachi to change his path.
"Itachi don't go, what will this solve?" The blue hair girl asked the onyx haired man next to him.
"I have to go, I am the one to set him on this path. I need him to see the truth." Itachi said his hand on her shoulder.
"But what about you? Your almost blind, you can't fight him." Hinako argued.
Itachi just smiled softly and embraced her, "I'm sorry, either you will see me again...or little Sasuke will have surpassed me. We all have a destiny."
"And mine is to be with you." Hinako stated refusing to let him go.
Itachi felt terrible about this but he had started this all of those years ago when he prevented the uprising of his clan. "Hinako....I'm sorry, but I have to do this." he calmly said brus
Born This Way Ch. 3 Pt. 2Two hours had gone by since Dean had left, but Sam wasn’t worried. Not yet anyway. He convinced himself that it took a while to scout out the entire town’s sewage pipes. But when four hours passed and no Dean, Sam started to worry. It was dark now, the sun having set about an hour ago. Sam sighed, he wished he could go out and look for him. But knew that wasn’t an option.
He walked over to the phone perched up on the pillow and scrolled through the contacts, stopping when Dean’s name appeared. He was about to press the call button when he heard the door unlock and creak open. Sam turned around and seeing that it was Dean, relaxed and turned the phone off.
“Hey, you were gone awhile. Did you find anything?” Sam asked, trying to play off his earlier worry. Dean smiled.
“Yeah, sorry about that. The thing found me and knocked me a new one. Long story short though, I took care of it. Put a silver bullet through that sucker and took off,” Sam f
A Strange Beauty: Chapter 2
Alex dug her nails into her scalp, she could not believe this. Why did nothing ever go right for her? First it was bullying, then it was the death of her parents, then masculosis, and now she becomes a girl!? This was too much to handle, Alex just sat on the hospital room floor rocking back and forth in a complete mental breakdown. Maria laid a hand on Alex's shoulder, "Alex..." "You should leave," Alex snapped, still shocked at the femininity of her new voice. Maria jerked her hand back, her eyes welling up with tears.
"How could you say that, Alex? What has Maria ever done to betray you?" Lucas looked at Alex with an offended glare.
"I'm not a guy anymore, why should Maria stick by my side?" Alex nearly choked on her words, she averted her gaze from everyone. "I'm sorry Maria, but I think our relationship is-" Before Alex could finish her sentence Maria grabbed Alex by the collar of her hospital gown (I looked it up) and before Alex knew what was going on her lips were locked with Ma
Crashing Waves, Clashing TidesCrowe
The journey home had been just as long, if slightly less arduous… the mental state of her friend, her teacher and her companion had been the most troubling part of the trip. Somehow they had made it back to the safety of the surface tunnels, and from there the journey had maintained a relatively smooth pace. Her newfound powers probably attributed heavily to that. Crowe found herself uttering a sigh of relief upon exiting the narrow passageway into her old cavern- the place she had stashed her beloved mentor for safekeeping. Oakfern was still a dangerous place for herself and for Berach, but she had every intention to remedy that now…
The King of Oakfern had been busy in their absence, from the whispers she happened to catch here and there. It seemed the whole of their Kingdom was in an uproar… she reserved judgement. In the past it had been no secret that she was not fond of Nazam, but he had threatened her only
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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