The Dragon's Song
By Commentaholic
A/N: This is just a little thing that my dad whipped up after seeing my decent success as a writer on , and I am submitting it on his behalf. I might decide to build off of it and he might as well, but this first chapter was just meant as an experiment by him to see if he had any potential for the online world. It is not exclusively for Oblivion, but he said that it probably could be used as if it were. The chapter's title is what he originally entitled it. I dare not fix the formatting lest I ruin some rhythmic meaning.
My loyal readers,
My father is a fairly decent writer, but he's not exactly as you would call him: a gamer. So his writing may not be meant for games, but I might be able to adapt them to it. He tends to write poetry mixed with his stories, so this might not appeal to some of you, but I ask that you don't judge it before you read it. Thank you.
Read and Review.
The Dragon's Song
Chapter 1: A Little Dinner Music
In the wind a song came soaring.
Over the hill and through the rustling branches.
At first light and tinkling and whispering
little kisses on the ears before slipping away.
Then tumbling back with a hint of bass and a crescendo
that hinted at its power
It made the heart ache and thirst for more,
and my feet moved toward it with no will
to stop the inexorable tide that pulled at my soul.
My head cocking and turning to tune
the mighty and mysterious chords more carefully
to my starving spirit.
I crashed through some brush and down a slope
before stomping through a small brook,
almost oblivious to the new sogginess of my socks and boots.
Insignificant details to the driving search.
The song was closer now and far from being able
to sort out the patterns into recognizable or familiar musical styles,
my mind raced deeper
into the chaotic rapture of the completely new and stunningly beautiful.
Music had always
held a power over me, in a limited way at least,
to evoke emotion, but this was something
far greater and deeply moving.
For it was as if a lifetime of waiting had dulled my edge
but now I was keen and sharp and filled with purpose.
Scampering up a small rise covered in strange gray pebbles,
I met the full glory of the sound, unhindered by turn of hill or standing tree.
It's force washed over me like amighty wind,
strangely pushing me back while pulling my ever onward. It was only
then that I saw the dragon.
His jeweled eyes seemed to blink once as I crested the mound
and suddenly the music stopped.
I lurched forward, almost falling flat on my face, as if
I had been walking into a very strong wind that instantly stopped blowing.
I caught myself
late and pulled up just a foot or two from the tip of his enormous snout.
Instead of brimstone
the warm breath smelled faintly of oranges.
The agony of his beginning to eat me was only
slightly less severe than the heartache I felt that
he couldn't sing while chewing.
A/N: Sorry if the format seems a little weird, he did write it for use on facebook, so the text needed room to fit into that. My dad is curious how he did, so review.
