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Posted December 28, 2012
For whatever reason, this novella seemed rushed and too short. It didn't seem to have enough meat to it. Jonathon Moeller can and will do better in the future.
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Posted February 22, 2013
A harsh, icy wind whipped over the mountain peak, scraping the boulders and rocks as it flew past. The sky was gray, covered by clouds, and the sun seemed dark and distant.
Alone on the stony peak was the large opening of a large cave. Standing outside of the cave was a young Dragon, who stood staring up at the cloudy sky.
He was young, not yet a year old, and rather small for his age. His scales were colored the jet black of the darkest night, and shimmered in the pale sunlight. His large wings were foled over his back, but looked as though they had been torn by the talons of another Dragon, though thry really hadn't. His long tail was curled around his front legs, the long spikes shining a bright silver. His eyes were a bright, emerald green, which was unusual for his species.
"Night?" a voice from behind him spoke, and the jet black dragon turned around in suprise. From the cave had emerged a dark purple tigress, her jet black stripes shimmering in contrast to her dark pelt.
"Oh, it's only you, Indigo Moon," Night said quickly, turning around to continue his staring at the cloudy sky.
Indigo Moon padded over and sat quietly beside the young Dragon. Her green gaze was concerned, and Night knew she was worried for him—even though they were not of the same species. Dragon and Tiger had stood apart for many centuries, but now seperate species were coming together. Indigo Moon wasn't the only outsider in the Dragon Clan—her sister Radiant Sun was here also, as well as a cheetah named Running Moon, a wolf named Skylan, several other dogs, a few other big cats, and a falcon named King. Though they were all seperate species, the leader of the Dragon Clan, Grapple, had permitted them to stay.
"Outsiders are welcome here, as long as they bring no evil with them," the wise Dragon had said once, and Night had never doubted his words.
"What's wrong?" Indigo asked quietly.
Night shrugged in a carefree manner, not meeting her eye. "Nothing's wrong. Why would you think that?" he countered slowly, knowing the tigress would see through his lie.
"You seem sad. Has somebody or something been bothering you?" Indigo Moon asked again.
"No. It's just a dream I had last night," the black Dragon said after a while.
"Tell me about it," the purple tigress pressed.
"There was blood..." Night whispered, shuddering in rememberance. Darkness and fire danced before his eyes, and he blinked rapidly to cast the images away. "And shadow... death was all around me, tearing at my heart and at the hearts of everyone else. The air was laced with screeches of pain, and sorrow."
Night paused again, not speaking for a while, as Indigo waited patiently. "But the air was also split by another sound—the sound of cold laughter," the black dragon murmured, the echo of his dream crying out again. "There were Dragons... standing before a bloodred sun, laughing because we were all dying and our loved ones were dying..."
He trailed off, not wanting to go on. Thankfully, Indigo Moon said quietly, "I won't ask you to continue."
Night nodded as the purple tigress looked away, and kept to worst part of the dream to himself.
The part that had hurt him the most.
His talons had been stained with fresh blood.
((Try to guess who Night is... ;) Please tell me if you like it... sorry again that it's kind of short... Thanks for reading!!))
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Posted March 8, 2013
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