Yet the warrior just stood there, sword at the ready, silently defiant. For a while dragon and warrior stared each other down,
The fiction story is basically a imagination of a human growth with dragon and the survival skills that lead to human evolution.
It was night. A dull sound echoed in the atmosphere as a shadowy figure climbed the stairs of a large compound up to a pair of large, ornately carved, double doors. They opened as the figure approached,
When they reached back to the king,He said ‘Whatever Susan wants I shall bring.’‘But what is it that you wish my dear?’,Susan tensed ‘The hand of your son I fear.’
For now, I had to survive. I silently moved through the shadows, silver tipped arrows and bodies falling from the sky. I crawled like a spider,
Suddenly The Dragons foot came slamming down. She jumped into the air pulling her sword out slashing the dragon’s eye. But this didn’t stop the dragon
Another blue hedgehog watching through a sniper scope , this one having two silver Aztec-style wings with blood red markings and red skull-shaped pupils, whispers into a communicator,
Ironger was taking rest in his favorite chamber of the castle, that orcs and goblins built for him on the land that one could consider a wide border zone
The dragon was flying over a village. He was doing this every day. For villagers he was a god. They worshipped him, but also had a fear that he could attack them.