Magic Makes The World Go Round

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Drawn my wonderful sketch artist: AJ!

The dragon wore a special made set of armor, which included a crinet to cover the softer portion of his neck, a shaffron, which protected his face and was equipped with spikes for an extra advantage, and peytral, designed to keep enemies from his weakest spot, the chest and underbelly. The strange man who had pulled her onto the dragon’s back sat in a seat fashioned from metal and leather that appeared to attach to the crinet and shaffron to hold it in place. Before taking off into flight, Tiyana had only glanced at the man. He wore robes made of a thick, black material that fit tightly against his slim body, and covered him completely. Even with the hood darkening his face, Tiyana had only seen a strip of his skin, which was a milky white, and bright red eyes that stared her down.



Tiyana laid flat on the wide expanse of the dragon’s neck, her fingers digging deep in his scales, holding on for dear life. She dared not look down, for fear of falling to her death. Her stomach lurched with every stroke of his wings, and she prayed that she would not lose her meager breakfast all over her rescuer’s back. Her eyes would have stayed tightly shut, if she had not felt the strange white man’s hand on her forearm. Just turning her head made the bones in her neck and collar crack, and she whimpered at the excrutiating pain as he dragged her slowly towards him.

“Take hold.” He ordered in a deep, almost gravelly, voice, as he struggled to pull her deformed body to his seat. Tiyana obeyed, whimpering as her fingers wrapped around the sun-warmed metal.

It felt like years before they finally landed. Tiyana fell to the ground once she saw the grass, but was only able to hiss and curl from the pain, instead of burying her nose into the earth like she desired. The man who had accompanied her jumped down, landing smoothly next to her. “What’s wrong, feir?” He asked softly. The dragon moved over her, staring at her briefly before sniffing curiously at her.

He knelt next to her crumpled body. “You are in pain. Yes, that’s easy to see.” He nodded, and Tiyana wasn’t sure if it was at her, or to himself. He pulled at her arms, trying to move them from her stomach. “Sha feir! I cannot help if you don’t relax!” He scolded. Tiyana forced her body limp, shaking and crying from the pain. He pushed and prodded at her body, feeling from her neck to her abdomen. The dragon sniffed her again.

“She is stuck, Rayne.” The dragon nodded his head, moving in closer to peer down at Tiyana, who stared at this beast with wide eyes. Her shock was easy to see.

“Addendor, please. I can’t help her if I can’t see.” Rayne firmly pushed the dragon’s snout away. “I know she’s stuck, but I’m not sure how to help her out of it.” Addendor moved closer again, and Rayne sighed in annoyance. Addendor let out a huff, nearly knocking Rayne over with the force of it. He turned, careful not to step on his much smaller companions, and made himself comfortable under the shade of some trees.

Rayne popped his knuckles and began massaging Tiyana’s abdomen with quick, precise motions. His fingertips glowed slightly, and Tiyana’s uneasiness in her stomach grew. Watching his fingers fly caused her to feel dizzy, and she soon lost her breath. She gasped for air frantically, but could not move. After a few seconds, she fell into darkness.

Addendor, who had been watching the ritual carefully, narrowed his eyes as Rayne’s glowing fingers began to leave shimmering streaks of light across her abdomen. Rayne was focused, watching the lights and feeling the magic coursing through her. He hadn’t even noticed how Tiyana’s body was shifting, changing. Rayne was enthralled by the power he felt. He didn’t know what it was, but he deeply wished to possess it. The world around him was blank, and meaningless, compared to the magic before him. Without any forethought into what he was doing, and without remembering his original task, Rayne plunged his hands into the magic.

Tiyana awoke, screaming as Rayne’s hands disappeared into her stomach. Addendor rushed to his feet, roaring at Rayne, who seemed to hear neither of his companions. Rayne could feel the magic, silky on his hands, as it seemed to stretch into his grasp, wanting to be held and consumed. Closing his fingers around it, he pulled hard, trying to bring the enchanted lighted mass to his chest.

Tiyana’s eyes were wide and red, and her face covered in tears. Her back arched painfully as Rayne pulled. Addendor ran the few steps over to them, spinning around to whip his tail at Rayne, causing him to fall back and pull free of Tiyana. The orb of magic came with him, and immediately absorbed into his hands.

With Tiyana now free of Rayne, Addendor took a deep breath, and blew smoke tinged with yellow over her mouth. As she breathed in it, coughing and sputtering, the bruises on her skin cleared up. Sufficiently satisfied, Addendor turned to his mage-friend, hurrying to cover his pale skin from the sun.


Rayne moaned as he sat up. He glanced up at Addendor, who stared down at him. “My hood!” Rayne exclaimed, fumbling for the thick black hood to pull it over his pale, almost white, hair.

I know, I know. "You suck! Why do you always stop in weird places?" I'll be back. :)


Everything posted here is first draft material. This is how it comes from my head and onto the paper. So if you come across any horribly spelled words or anything that you yourself would change in my posts, please let me know. I love to hear other's opinions.

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Aya.Sama

The Trap

~Hello again! I've got something new for you.
A small story about Tiyana, this time. I hope you enjoy it.
I've found my notebook again, so I'm very happy again.
Also, here's a picture for ya'll, it's something to help you visualize through the story.

She was tired of running all the time, tired of feeling helpless and trapped. She hated the pain, though the tears had stopped long ago. She had been beaten and raped, tortured and confined. But what she hated above all were the chains.

She had been very careful about who she had spoken to, not that it had mattered in the end. As the months had gone by, she saw what was  happening. They had broken the others. It happened fast, once they were targeted. A few days in the smallest cage, no room to stand, or stretch your legs. They were lucky to get water then. When, and if, they were remembered before they died, they were taken from the cage, and provoked until the change. Somehow, with magic, she assummed, they were stuck there. Part way between human and beast, and they were stuck.

These abominations were grotesque, and fearful. They were fiercely violent, especially towards one another. Every move could be hear distinctly as bones cracked and ligaments tore. They were trapped in a painful prison, in a body too small for the frame it held. After a few weeks of the blinding pain, and being starved, these beasts lost any shred of who they may have once been. That was how the Graw took control of them, and how they grew their army.

Tiyana had been the luckiest of her clan mates and fellow changers. There had been a fight between the Graw over territory issues, and Tiyana's chains had been snapped in the process. She was able to run while her captors fought. She ran as long and as hard as she could. Her body ached, burning from the lack of movement over the past months. She knew that, if she were lucky, the Graw would only be about an hour behind her. Transforming into her werewolf form would surely be a faster way to travel, but until she was certain on how the Graw had trapped the others, Tiyana did not want to risk getting trapped mid-way.

Tiyana was suddenly aware of her surroundings. Something was watching her, and she could feel their eyes on her. It was eeriely quiet, except for Tiyana's laboured breathing and heavy footsteps. She knew the Graw were incapable of silent scouting, and that only caused her more grief. Her silent stalker never showed himself, and once Tiyana heard the snarls and roaring of the Graw searchig the area for her, she forgot about him.

About ten to eleven miles out from the dirt pit that housed the Graw, Tiyana finally hit the hills. She scrambled over the small ones, praying fervently that she'd be able to find a passage through the mountains once the time came. There were only two easily traversed paths into Rosche, one on each side of the border. She would lose time as the hills became more, and as they grew steeper. There wouldn't be much time, if she even made it far enough to find a new way through the mountain range.

Tiyana lost her footing, sliding back down the cliffside. She hit the ground hard, panicking because she could now smell the Graw closing in on her. Their screeches and roaring had gotten much louder over the past hour. They would soon overtake her, and then any chance of being free again, would be taken from her.

She tried again to climb the rock wall, but fell again due to her shaking hands. Her fear had stretched to new heights, and all she could think was, "I don't want to go back! I don't want to go back!" Again she tried to climb, and again, she fell.

She stood from the hard ground, bleeding from the fall, and turned just in time to see a Graw burst from the trees. He stood at least three heads taller than her, and was hugge. His body was thick, but hard, and his skin was a sickly green. he smelled of rotting carcass, and his teeth were a nasty shade of brown. He roared at her, lunging towards her with his Graw-made wooden spear.

Tiyana's stomach lurched as she threw herself out of the way. "No!" She screamed. More Graw came from the trees as her stomach tightened unbearably, and she doubled over in pain. Her body cracked and began to distort as she howled in pain.

A whip of a material foreign to her snapped around her neck, forcing her to an upright position. Her eyes were wild as she snarled, trying to lunge at the Graw surrounding her. She was overtaken, however, and soon she was being  held by many of the same whips. Her body broke and cracked, and halted in the middle of transformation. She cried out, but her words were no longer human.

A shadow engulfed them all, and Tiyana fell to the ground in pain as the Graw screamed in terror. Tiyana glanced up through blurry eyes to see her savior, a ruby red dragon who was tearing through the Graw. She watched as he stomped them into the ground, as a thick, fiery liquid spewed from his mouth and onto a group of the Graw, hardening around them soon after. This was the last thing she saw before blacking out.

~Well. Forgive any terrible mistakes. I literally just finished writing this in my notebook and copied it into here.

Also, I don't know who drew the picture above, but if it belongs to you, please let me know so I can give you the credit you deserve!

Everything posted here is first draft material. This is how it comes from my head and onto the paper. So if you come across any horribly spelled words or anything that you yourself would change in my posts, please let me know. I love to hear other's opinions.