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Dragon Singer

Novel By: avis

A girl born into a destiny that she must fulfill if her world is to be saved. Along with her dragon friend,a jovial creature called an Emae, and a mysterious guide she must gather the courage to fulfill her role as the awaited Dragon Singer. (This is a rough draft. Bear with me with errors^_^) View table of contents...


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Submitted:Dec 12, 2006    Reads: 58    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   

The bitter winds of the Midnight Forest filtered through the ancient trees.� Animals scampered to their dens as lightning bolted across the sky, illuminating the tree tops.� A woman was running through the forest clutching a bundle of cloth to her body.� Her eyes were bloodshot as if she had not slept in days, but she kept running with the grace and balance of a deer.� Suddenly a dark watery shape appeared before her, creeping stealthily along the shadows of the trees it advanced.� The woman seemed to be suddenly paralyzed with fright, for she did not run any farther.� ���������������� "Give me the child," it hissed moving closer to the woman.� Even though she quaked with fear the woman answered, "No."� More hissing issued from the blackness.� "Then I shall have to take it by force!"� Suddenly enveloping the woman in its darkness it hissed louder than ever, so that it seemed as if the entire forest was a giant snake.� Wailing the woman threw the bundle into a clump of bushes, her last tears falling onto the bundle.� Then with a great sigh she collapsed, her whole face contorted with agony.� ��������� The hissing turned almost into a "purr" as the dark shape moved toward the bushes.� It parted its way through the shrubs and started searching, like an animal that has finally cornered its prey.� Five minutes pass . . . then ten . . .� Then like a razor blade the darkness slashed through the bushes, scattering leaf and twig everywhere.� The hissing started again and it went into a fury of slashing biting and ripping until no more bushes occupied that area.� Then with a swirl of its cloak it disappeared even before the echoes of its cries had vanished.�


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