1: The beginings

She found herself sitting on an opened book, surrounded by many other large and worn books. Panic struck her. Where am I? What is this place? This image was very different from what she had last seen. She’d been at the dragon’s castle perched on the back of a gargoyle. Looking out at the glistening lake and its reflection of the stars. She had been with another creature. Her mind was foggy, the memory just out of reach. Think, think, she told herself. Wings, black scales, a dragon!  That’s right. And he’d given her a pearly white fang, offering protection. It’d had been etched with dark swirls and crescents. Wonder what those meant?

She gazed downward, her eyes catching sight of the book she was sitting on. She jumped up to get a better view. It was a picture of a girl. A faerie girl, dangling a pearly fang from a silver chain. The dragon was gone and smog filled the air around her. She took a closer look, studying the faerie girl. She was pale skinned with ribbons of indigos and violet throughout her skin. Her hair was pale as well. Not blonde but not white. A silver with smoky grays streaked through it. Her eyes were a dark shade of violet. They danced in fascination with her new found prize. The girl smarted ancient jade tattoos all over her arms, legs, and wings. Her wings were a dark gray, nearly black, with purple riddled throughout. The tattoos were made up of tribal, swirls, and thorns. A deep purple crescent was at the nape of her neck and the girl was wearing a silver hemmed dress. Shredded at the edges and a corset like vest strapped around her middle. She was graceful, long and elegant. With tilted eyes, and a small nose. A long dagger hung from a slim belt, and a fang dangled from her long pointed ear. The girl looked intense but something told her that the girl was not as fragile as she seemed.

Fragile. She never thought of herself that way. Now the question arose. How could she Aubrianna Smoke, a member of the northern night tribe be found in a book? Books were rare as is, in her world. Now she was in a room filled top to bottom with them. This was crazy. Stranger than her dreams. She flipped a page with long quick fingers. This page had an elf and the winged-dragon bent in silent conversation. The elf had raven colored hair, intelligent green eyes and a gold leaf, showing the support of the unities.

He was most certainly her stubborn friend Lif. What was he doing communicating with that black thing? She stood up and looked around slowly. A window was toward the north end of the room. The world outside was filled with wingless faeries. A dirt path led between this place and one directly across from it. The people looked dusty and worn.

She closed the book to read its title. “The Realms of Myth.” What a strange title. It suggest that the creatures in this book were either long gone, or never were. It made no sense. Especially when she saw these creatures everyday of her life. She twirled around and the room began to glow, and shrink. Things got smaller, as she grew larger. She judged the people out side and adjusted her size to fit.

She glanced around once more and caught movement out of the corner of her eye. Something quite large and black. She leaped quick, light as a feather, and snatched up its tail.

“Hmmmm, what have I caught winged one? I believe you owe me and explanation.” Black eyes flashed. The lead to nothingness, a deep, black, vast, nothingness.

“It is not wise to so lightly snatch up a dragon’s tail,” replied the haughty being. He was large, and his voice was deep. It made one think of vast caverns beneath the earth and sea. She was not to be intimidated by this thing. His scales ranged from the darkest black to the most ashened grays to a pearly white. His teeth and claws were as black as his eyes.

“A dragon are you? When did such a creature begin to grace my lands?”

“This is no longer your homelands. Step outside, take a look. Where are your elves and dwarves? Your winged horses and dreadful wyverns?”

She looked straight into those fathomless eyes and demanded the truth. Her fingers began to twitch.

“I am a dragon, young pixie. You are in no position to vex me.”

“Surely you do no know me,” she snapped, “for I am no pixie.

“I have not forgotten your kind. Sworn to help us when the gods fled, but you vanished too.” She turned her head, her nails lengthened and dug into the dragons hide.

“You will not get away from me. Now tell me where you have sent me and why.”

 

Reviews

[Xfaerie corpseX]

woooow lol i love it!! you really truely are a talented fiction writer!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i agree with my pa [way oath] that you are talented and this is truely amazing!

[WayOath]

Wow, I'm suprised no one has reviewed this yet. I love fantasy but never read anything that holds my attention....and you did it so...well. Truly, you know how to write this stuff and you greatly inspire me. But me writing this way would be like pulling it all out of my a*s. Ha ha. But anyway, i have fantasy type works but dood...this is amazing. Truly awesome.