A colum of fire exploded in a million tones of flaming reds and oranges, the flashing brightness of white, and the gaseous magick of aqua blue. The enormous beast plunged like a demonic shadow torwards the slender female, the black scales glistened under the colour of his own flame with a dark and brilliant copperish flash. Shaimoon's magically beautiful eyes, the colour of fallen stars, a violet spark of fresh morning dew reflecting the paleness of a waking sun, widdened with shock.
"Aura, WATCH OUT!" he shrills with all his might, his voice booming over the thundering roar of the battle that grew and consumed blood all around him.
The female beast looked up too late to dodge the tounge of fire that tackled her from the air. Her grey eyes flashed a blood red under the reflection of the fire, however worry aged her reptilian features, her sharp muzzle and her thin lips curled in a fearsome wave. She attempted a last desperate attempt to evade the murderous creature that pounced on her turning her enormous, leathery wings abruptly, so that her serpentine body could slyther away from the flame. Her night scales glisten red like metal as the fire start to lick her beautiful, elegant body, and...
"no, dont tell me Aura is gonna die!" Shrilled a young voice that echoed in the cold paleness of the room.
"but Kelly, it's just a story!" moaned the older girl, placing a hand on the copperish hair of her 8 year old sister.
Kelly Adams was one of the prettiest girls of the neighbourghood, her red hair blazed like a flame under the tender caressing of the sun's golden fingers, a cascade of perfectly red curls fell over her shoulders, tied with a golden ribbon that accentuated her warmth. Her pale skin was smooth, and terse, still keeping her baby skin, but splashed with tiny, brownish freckles, like the delicate footprints of birds on recently fallen snow. Lost in that sew of purity where a pair of sapphires, bright blue eyes that flashed as if two fragments of the sky had fallen in their orbs, and many said you could actually see her imagination fly in them in the form of a boy dressed in leaves. Kelly had the sweetest and most fleshy cherry lips, of an intense red, like a pair of roses, and smooth like velvet. Definitely she was to grow into a fine young woman, as soon as she grew away from her imagination.
"Liz, it's not just a story! Dragons are real, I have seen them!" Kelly whinned biting away her sorrow for the female dragon that was to perish in the attack.
"of course they are, but the dragon in my story is not real, I made her up, as well as Shaimoon, and Koe, and Nerana, the bad, Nit Kyrum that wants to kill all the dragons of good!" Elisabeth Adams explained with a smile on her thick, fleshy lips, and a sparkle of kindness and love on her hawk green eyes.
"really?" sobbed the younger girl staring with glossy eyes and rosy cheeks at the older girl.
"really, now go to sleep and tomorrow I'll tell you the end, ok? Good night, Princess!" Liz said with a motherly smile, kissing her sister's forehead and covering her with the warmth of the bedcloth.
Elisabeth then turned to focus her eyes into the night, the moon dancing on the vast extentions of mowed grass, silvery glitters sparkling on each strand as if the same stars had decided to come down and play with the night faeries. Although her age rounded the 15 years, Elisabeth was still a child in heart, and she hoped with all her might that, one night, she might be able to see one of the beasts of her stories, for she fervently believe that they were not mere thoughts of her imgination, but real flesh beasts of unthinkable power.
Elisabeth, unlike her sister, lacked that radiant beauty, which did not mean that she was ugly, but she simply didnt have that touch of innocence, that lick of luminousity, that caress of the star's rays. Her hair was neither straight, nor curly, but both, an untidy form of wild curl, however it kept that silky touch, that feathery flow when she swayed at walk, and that flaming colour that made one think her hair was on fire, like a torch, a flashing copper, like the dragon in her story. Her eyes had the most peculiar shape, chinese from very old ancestors, they were beautifully formed, and the orbs were a dull green sparkled with honey, which made anyone believe they were staring in the eyes of a prey bird. To fine maids of her social circle (one of splendorous wealth, and very strict manners) this was trait of a perfect gentleman of cunning and intelligence, as well as determination, not that of a fine maid like she had to be. Her lips were thick, and fleshy, of a pinkish colour, but if one was to look closely you could see that, under that special sensuality hid the devilish smile of a mischievous troublemaker. Her skin was fair, not too pale, but neither too tan, and the freckles that sparkled in her cheeks only seemed to add to her un-lady like roughtness.
The young girl breathed in a deep gulp of fresh air and the blew it out again. The air floated lazily in the form of a pale cloud of warm vapour. In vanished into the air, splitting in strands of delicate vapour that floated lazily over the window, torwards the sky, to join the stars as if they were a piece of Liz's soul. But this fragments of winter never passed unnoticed, for perched on the rooftop was a boy, around Liz's age, shaded by the chimney no one could see his features but you knew from the light that irradiated from his smile that he was mischievous, but in a kind hearted way, and that his heart had been shattered and mended with hope, and most special of all, he kept all his baby teeth.
"not like the stories Wendy used to tell, but I think they are highly interesting!" commented a soft whisper in a dreamy sigh, pleased at having enjoyed the story.
Then, before one could see, the boy vanished, floated away into the sky at such speed all you could appreciate was a glowing star of silvery and golden sparkle, for he was covered in fairy powder that sparkled bright, in the starry darkness of the night.
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Liz was bored stiff, sitting in her class bench her eyes pierced the dullness of the sky, attempting hopelessly to drill through the thickness of a grey ceiling in seek of a ray of solar light. Indeed the sky was completely clouded, the sun had woken up with a cold and had decided to stay in bed, covered with thick, grey blankets. Yet, the sweat of his fever fell in the form of cold raindrops, crashing against the grass and buildings, nocking on the window glass in a continuous and monotone pitter patter. The tears streamed down the transparent cheeks in a glittering current, lazily sliding past the smooth surface, leaving a trail of liquid crystal, of lively fluid that would soon feed the creatures of this planet.
The young woman leapt on her seat when the door burst open with a thundering slam, exactly 17 minutes after the beggining of classes, so abrupt had been the noise that Liz's heart, startled, had started beating wildly into her chest, and her drowseeness had vanished inmediatly. However, as soon as her eyes fell upon the boy, her eyebrows narrowed and a despective sigh escaped her mouth heavily.
"it's just that weirdo!" she murmurred to herself and returned her mind to thoughts about flying dragons and their rider warriors, and gryffins with the noble elves, and evil in the forms of shadows, all but the dull reality that surrounded her.
"Mr Turner, care to tell us why you literally burst into the classroom, 20 minutes after the bell ran, and soaked from head to foot? Good heavens, you look almost as if you flew directly under the rain!" Mrs. Sullivan, our history teacher, said with her calm, cracked old voice.
"I'm sorry miss, couldn't come on bus, I believe it broke, so I had to walk all the way!" Peter Turner said shrugging his shoulder, and with that calm and passive smile plastered on his face, almost as if his life was perfect, as if he had no problem at all.
It was that attitude which irritated Liz, since she had the typical problems all teenagers had, which were basicly love, feasts, notes, parents, and the puberty change. But not Peter Turner, not him. His life was perfect, or so it seemed, his grades were normal, but he was happy, and he didnt have friends but didn't miss them, and during break time he sat in a corner to read, and still he was the most optimist person she had ever seen. And that couldnt be, for there had to be at least one sorrow in his life.
But there he was, sitting on his chair, soaked and pratically trembling with cold, frozen to the bones, and his rosy lips becoming an unhealthy blueish purple colour. And still, that shadow of a smile irradiated his features, that special golden glow seemed to sparkle all over his body, irradiating from him with a light of innocense, yet golden with the child mischief that layed beneath those angelic features. The strong jaw accentuated his masculinity, hence his eyes were the colour of the sky iteself, with greyish clouds strayed across his iris. His hair, now wet and sticked to his forehead, was normally of a golden colour, yet never the blond of fine families, but the golden of sun splashed with the brownish paint strands of earth and nature. His lips, of a rosy colour, and a medium thickness, always, no matter how serious and concentrated he seemed, hid that smile of someone whose thoughts were only happy. And he seemed to float, his mind already gone waiting for his body, his footsteps so light you would never hear him approach, like a hunter jaguar. Although he was strange, to girls he was handsome, and his weirdness turned to a morbid mistery that attracted them to the young teenager. But he would not even look at them, and his smile when being asked seemed to explain that his heart was chained to another woman.
And Liz greatly despised that total optimism, that lack of reality, she despised it, and admired it as well, for her childhood was quickly slipping past her fingers, and she ignored for how long she would be able to keep believing in dragons, elves and myths.
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The heavy rain smashed against the floor with such strength that, each drop shattered into a million pieces of glass, dripping all over the place. A restless and mischievous wind played jokes on the numerous pedestrians, dancing in spirals, flying nervously like fairies, and making the arrows of water fly in different directions, soaking the people who manoeuvred with their umbrellas to cover themselves as much as they could. All except one person.
Liz sat on the stone stairs that ascended torwards an enormous mall, soaked, with her clothes so damp that her black sleveless shirt and her pirate jeans sticked to her skin like a roman statue's tunic. Her sneakers were full of water and croaked every time she added pressure on them. Her makeup, all ruined, streamed down her face in black and purple stripes, and strands of beautifull flaming hair sticked dully against her forehead and her back.
But what stood out the most was the way her face reflected her emotions as clearly as an open book. She was trembling, true, shivering with cold, but inside her stomach burned with an uncontrolable fury. Her fists were clenched so tightly her nuckles were white, and her teeth were gritting so strongly that her jaw hurted. She was the image of a pure anger, the rage of a feline, something so destructive it was better to stay away of it than to attempt to apale it.
This anger vanished slightly, surprise replaced it briefly when the annoying stabbing of the sharp water drops vanished, yet they still surounded her world, and angered the passerbys through their painful kicking. She looked up, a light of hope illuminated her features, the faint twitching of a smile tugging at the corners of her mouth, and her spirit being raised by the curiosity and the expectation. Her hawk eyes landed upon those she didnt even expect, a pair of aqua blue eyes that blended in with the rain, as if they were part of it as well. She deffinitely wasnt expecting...
To Be Continued...
AN: first chapter is kinda boring, but I promise it'll get better, it's worth reading it, honestly, I presume it'll become somewhat a good story. Also dont forget to check in my account, in case you might be interested in any of my other submissions, enjoy.