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The Moonpetal Wars - Ch 34The Moonpetal Wars - Ch 34 by DrowKat
Anya turned to Orlyn, "Ready to see Syshelle again?"
He chuckled a little. I don't know, but sure..."
Xiea came down from the bridge, scowling, Lets just get this done with."
Mick followed, carrying weapons in his hands. "Agreed."
The hatch opened and Anya and Orlyn recognized exactly where they were. Xiea managed to land in a clearing near the orchard of the palace gardens. Anya sighed, "Well I never expected to see this again..."
"Yeah," Orlyn replied.
"Well, it's all new to me," Mick said, cocking an assault rifle. He then adjusted a strap for his body armor and stood ready.
"You know... it was rather too easy to land," Xiea mumbled as she looked towards the orchard. "I do hope your friend recognizes you..."
"She will," Anya could hear it too, the sound of footsteps and the clink of weapons hitting each other followed by quiet whispers.
Orlyn motioned to the group and they started walking, careful to keep their weapons at the ready. Two heavi
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Lost and Found Dragon
His wings were not working like they used to in days of old,
Slowly, inexorably, he was sinking towards the waters of the dark abyss below.
Once long ago he was described by one who knew him as a black swan, powerful in flight but silent in soul,
but no more, different dreams and perceptions made him an outcast among his own kind.
Ridicule from those not gifted with his sight were the first cuts to his soul,
silence and withdrawal were his response.
Then the one whom he thought could love him turned out to be like all the others,
Unprovoked attacks left him bewildered, confused, ever more lonely and hurt.
Caring and devotion were repaid with second place status,
How dare he take up her precious time, she had so many more important things to deal with ... than him.
Still, responsibilities, obligations, promises kept him until the dark abyss grew too close.
He would have stayed but he needed something to hold onto, no matter how small ... but there was nothing.
Now not even a welcoming s
If you don't believe in dragons,|
It is curiously true
That the dragons you disparage
Choose to not believe in you.
~ Jack Prelutsky
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