I am a new writer. I write fantasy, consisting of magical creatures Dragons and not forgetable characters. I will post some of my writing soon and hope to get feed back on it. Writing is tough but I love what I do.                                                                                                                                          

                                                                       The World of Waglicc

In The World of Wagllicc, there is a peace, a sense of well- being, and yet there is a rift.

Shadows will walk into the world once again, a curtain of Darkness will fall.

Here in this place along the Rivers Edge stands a lone house made of tree vines and of

Willow bark. It is home to the Seers Makilo and Jastic, sisters born to the exact minute.

They see in their Scrying tool, in their waste of broken glass, a small face of a boy not.

yet a man.

Great presents emitted from the youngling, he held a great power it flowed strong in the ripples of the broken waters, swirling viciously in their Scrying bowl.

The sisters looked closer, on his shoulder stood a small winged dragon. A hatchling!

Young to Dragons years, both were young and no wiser to their danger of being found by.

the Dark King.

How odd, the sisters watched as the small Dragon began to prune the younglings long hair.

Jastic called to her sister, "Look, the hatchling thinks the boy is it’s mother." They watched with growing interest.

"This one shows great potential." In her haste to read the ripples of the water Makilo pushed her sister roughly. "Do not be anxious, only disaster can come of this."

The waters rippled continuously, a sign. Jastic studied her sisters features, she did not like what she saw the hunger ran deep within Makilo.

"What say you sister? Take a look and what do you see?" Jastic leaned closer almost touching her nose to the top of the ripples, no mistake this one exhumed power.

She spat on the dirt floor, "I say poppycock! You know as well as I. The Prophecy is just

a fake." She kicked the dirt making dust fly.

"There will be no one to challenge the Dark One when the new King reins.!" Jastic sighed heavily.

How dare Makilo put so much faith in her now heavy heart. She stared hard at the image staring back at her from the ripples.

She looked away, a child, a pathetic youngling, a wet behind the ears boy. He could not even show sense to care properly for his hatchling dragon.

Her sisters voice filled with excitement, "Look, the winged one sister! There is the sign we have waited so long to see."

Makilo pointed to the bowl where the water began to boil. Jastic pushed her sister out of the way, making her bang her knee sharply into the table which now held the steaming bowl of water.

Makilo gave a gasp of pain as her knee struck the hard wood. The contents of the bowl spilled out all over the table leaking to the dirt floor below where the ground sucked greedily.

Jastic searched what was left of the liquidly contents, there it was. She spotted the small insignia it was etched into the small part of the boys shoulders just on the side of his neck.

She pulled the large bowl toward her, ignoring her sisters protest not to disturb the ripples.

She narrowed her eyes and pulled her enchanted willow rod out of a large pocket located in her apron.

She pulled wildly on the waters edge and yet, there it was a small replica of the dragon the boy now carried. Panic struck her. Was this the chosen? A boy not trained in battle or by the looks he

did not know he possess magic of the ancient world.

He would not be able to protect himself or his small winged dragon. Makilo took up watching the bowl as her sister mulled over their dilemma.

"We must make plans. We must find someone to protect this youngling, watch over him, but who?"

She pulled at her sister, "We must find out where the boy is and where he intends to travel."

Jastic looked deep within the water, no trees looked familiar to her the forest was dark where the boy now stood. Flames leaped out at them, a fire sat firmly in the middle of the open clearing.

The water went still and then deathly black, Makilo hurriedly placed her rod in the shallow bowl and pulled on the waters edge. Nothing. He was gone.