Beautiful MistakeHe called it a beautiful mistake, forcing that first transformation that caused my world to explode in agony and flames. I called it a failure, and a blessed one at that, for I had thought that it meant that I was free from his wordless, nameless tyranny for at least a little longer.
I was mistaken to allow myself even that small of a hope in his relentless need to make me like him, for whatever reason that was.
I was later told that he called it so for in the midst of ravaging my mind in search for the dragon form that he had begun to create within my soul, he had discovered the true form that I would someday take. They said that it was his impatience that had burned so brightly before I passed out, a glow that even the guards could see from our motionless forms, momentarily paralyzed in the main chambers of his cliff-based fortress. It was his impatience at creating something that even he had not been able to attain through direct lineage to the greatest and most renowned
Regarding Impossible Decisions"You will make your choice or I shall order the death of all of them, regardless of the consequences," he said, his tone clearly stating that his temper shortened and patience was growing thinner by the second. "Will you chose the lives of the guard ensemble, or the lives of the village children?"
"I cannot make that choice!" Yothgard cried aloud in anguish as his heart tore asunder. "You cannot ask this of me!"
"Think of the happy laughter that you will never hear again. Think of the soldiers who trained long and hard, yet will fall with honor behind their names. The choice is yours."
"You ask me to murder faithful men and my own son." Yothgard whispered, a solitary trace of murderous rage flashing through his eyes. "You ask me to do these things in the name of the greater good, and expect me to give you an answer? What kind of monster are you?"
"One who holds the truth," he said coldly, spinning his dagger between his fingers before sending it flying through the air.
A child sh
Dragon Wars- CaptivityI rescued the dragons from the evil king.
They did not thank me.
They want me dead.
I have been on the run for three weeks.
It is not easy to sleep when there are dragons on your trail.
I plead for mercy.
No one answers.
They want my blood.
I do not wish to become their mindless slave.
I was on the run for three week, five days and fourteen hours.
My body failed me.
I slept for twelve hours before they found my hiding place among the rocks and forcibly dug me out.
The cell is ten feet by five feet, and contains no window or loose brick.
I tested every single one.
Three days have passed, and still I have had no news, no word, and only a crust of stale bread akin to a stone of the same size.
What does the king want of me?
I did not rescue the dragons from the evil king.
They did not need rescuing.
It was too late for them
Is it too late for me?
He dreamed of a woman crying out for help, and the overwhelming crackle of flames and smell of smoke.
#66 Haunting MelodyThe song strayed through his memories, in both waking and sleeping and nothing he tried would erase it's presence from his mind. The song, he suspected, would end if he could only reach the blue stone from the other side of the room, and envelop it with his sword-hardened hands as he found himself longing to, now that it had been removed from the chain around his neck where he had kept it secret for so many long months. It was a simple solution, but at the same time, an impossible one at that.
The knife wounds that threatened his thighs and calves had not healed in two weeks. It was not that he expected a miracle recovery, but even the town doctor had displayed his confusion at why there had not been even a sign of healing from any of the deep lacerations. Though he could not -would not even dream of- telling the simple farmer-turned-physician why, Morrian knew, and the knowledge only darkened his thoughts. The wounds were poisoned, not by a poison coating the blade,
Cozy Winter NightsThe floor-length drapes were pulled back just enough to reveal the faint glimmer of the distant starlight. Inside, the happy glitter of glass charms bouncing off of wine glasses met with the warm laughter that emanated from the handful of people comfortably sprawled throughout the room, creating a sense of camaraderie like no other. The heady scent of the spiced cider in my own glass pulled my focus back to the current conversation, just in time to realize that I had completely lost track of the topic at hand.
"How about you, Meadow? Need a refill on your cider? There's plenty more simmering on the stove."
I grinned back at the Captain who lay on her back, head propped up just enough to see the television, "I feel like I ought to be the one offering refills as I can actually move in a corset, and you're flat on the floor over there."
"Seeing as you're can't though," Ranelwen said from where she sat curled up in the armchair, her multiple layers of skirts and silk scarves ac
Free Plushie Patterns Online
Here's a collection of links to sites outside of DeviantArt where you can find free plushie patterns. There are well over two hundred choices, so you're sure to find something you like.
Remember, if you can't find exactly what you're looking for, try adapting one of the patterns. For example, a tiger can easily be turned into a lion, an elephant into a wooly mammoth, an elf into a goblin, or combine the upper half of a mermaid with the lower half of a pony to get a centaur.
Night Garden Studios Jointed and Rag Bears
Baby Bows Bear
Hug Me (EMS Bear