Thursday, April 23, 2020

218 - The Poetry of Heathrax Dragonfriend

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Many seeds are planted in my garden
Flowers, fruits, and herbs all grow, tangled
They’ve gathered from many lands.
Some have drifted to me with the winds.
They are all now my friends

    - Heathrax Dragonfriend


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Monday, April 20, 2020

217 - “Rise Again” - Tonklyn - A Tale of Heroes

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For two full days, snow had fallen on the mountain, and the canyon winds had funneled the blizzard over the shrine. The terraces, the bridge, the scattered rubble, and the twisted dragon’s body were all covered over in almost two feet of new snow. The bony skeleton of the bridge’s structure underneath held it steady, but the damage from the fight was still evident. The stone debris lay in scattered shambles across the walkway, and the snow, gray in the dim, blended into the charred black stones where the dragon had spit its last flames.

Several of the layered pools along the wall of the canyon had been emptied when the force of the dragon’s body clambering over them crushed the ledges holding the water in place. Without the hot water filling them, the shells were now buried in snow. Jagged stones from the damage stuck up like knives through the snow. The hot springs still flowed, cutting down the side of the mountain in steaming streams, keeping the snow at bay until they faded into the mists in the valley below. Ice flows on either side of the streams dripped in the gray light like blood from daggers. The rising heat of the waters underneath had not yet had time to melt the snow on the bridge, but icicles from that afternoon were starting to dangle from its precipices.

The night weighed heavy on the canyon and the thick darkness of shadow descended. The only sounds were the wooing winds and the haunting mumbled conversations of the springs and falls.

On the bridge near the shrine, a bit of the snow shifted. It crunched a little in the quiet, bumping up a few inches.

Then another piece near it moved, as if a small animal were burrowing under its surface. Then, for a moment, there was an uncertain still again.

Quickly, the snow shook and rustled from side to side with a fiercer motion. A clump of snow rose up, like something was trying to break out from under it into the dark air.

A dark hand burst out. It swung from side to side, sweeping the snow away. It’s motions were jerks and strokes, like its arm below were still frozen and lifeless.

Soon, a second hand emerged and shoved more of the snow aside.

A dark head and torso sat up, and turned over, straining to stand. His face was dark and scaly, and his hair matted and tangled. When he stood, he shook as if his limbs were uncertain of how to be steady. He tossed his cloak to cast off the snow, then bent and reached back into the snow to pull out his spear.

He meticulously began walking across the bridge, stumbling through the snow toward the path down the mountain.


“It will take him a long time to get back here.” Tonklyn said, as he and Kirraxal watched the drama unfold on their shadow stage in the throne room. That’s why Kirraxal wasn’t angry after the battle. It doesn’t matter as much if he’s not so good at fighting. He’ll just wake back up. I wonder how many unlives he has. One more? Two? Maybe he’s undying. 

“True.” Kirraxal agreed. “Maybe I should send him to Emberfire City to wait for you there.”

Maybe. This is an interesting twist that I’ll need to plan for.

“As you command, Your Majesty. As you command.”



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Thursday, April 16, 2020

216 - “Top of the World” - Thissraelle - A Tale of Heroes

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Thissraelle and Eddiwarth stood on the crest of the mountain, in the same spot where they had been with Korr earlier. Hours before? Days before? She couldn’t tell. There seemed to be deeper, fresher snow than there had been then.

The winds blew their cloaks around them, and her hair flew around her hooded face. The sun was sinking low in the western horizon and the sky behind them was turning a dark blue. The mountain below them was covered in a thick blanket of snow dappled in an orange glow; the deep slope behind them was already dark.

She leaned back on him, her head against his shoulder, and his arm wrapped around her waist, across her cloak. Life had been a storm of changes in the immediate past. Her father turned out to be not so much of a villain, after all. Dragons had almost killed her, and then the object of her quest turned out to be a dragon. Then, that dragon had agreed to take her on as a student. Her friends, well, they were always there, but now she appreciated them so much more. And Eddiwarth was now her... My what? My friend? My love? There should be a word in between those two. She drew in cold air.

“It’s hard to breathe up here,” she said.

“I always feel that way around you.”

“Really?” She rolled her eyes. “That’s the best you’ve got?”

“Probably, I’m sad to say.”

She laughed and pressed herself close against him again. “You need to read more poems.”

She let the winds blow around her and watched the sun dip a few degrees lower. She marveled at the beauty of the view stretched out before them. “So, are those the Graemal mountains?” She squinted and pointed slightly to the right of the darkening sun. There was a low line of jagged blue and white bumps on the distant horizon.

“I don’t know. I think that’s another branch of the Emberfire ranges.” He also squinted and shielded his eyes with his hand, then pointed. “Way off over there, more south. Those tiny points might be.”

She looked, too, but the sun was halfway hidden, and the darkness was descending. The few high and wispy clouds were lit with a vivid orange and gray.

“Now that’s breathtaking.” Thissraelle said.

She turned to face Eddiwarth and put her arms around his neck. “Thanks for showing me the beautiful view.” He started to say something, but she hurried to kiss him first.

Then they just embraced tightly and felt each other’s warmth in the darkening cold.


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