Intro

 

 

 

There is a place dragons go to die. It is a remote

 

island, hundreds of miles away from the nearest

 

inhabited coast. This is perfect, for it would not

 

do for ordinary mortals to have access to a place

 

of such great power.

 

 

 

One people, extraordinarily blesssed among men, makes

 

their home upon the island. They are known as

 

the Dragonfolk to other men. The dragons merely

 

call them friends. When a dragon dies, it forsakes

 

its mortal shell and partakes of the blessed

 

freedom beyond the stars.

 

In the middle of its corpse, it leaves an egg.

 

The Dragonfolk are charged with the task of

 

rescuing this egg and caring for it until it

 

hatches.

 

 

 

This has been their sacred duty for countless

 

centuries. In return, they are allowed to use the

 

rest of the dragons remains for their needs.

 

They have ships and houses of dragonbone, armour of

 

dragonscale, and their weapons come from the

 

dragon's teeth.

 

 

 

When a dragon dies, its magic is released into the

 

world. Much of that magic is immediately caught by

 

the infant dragon, to sustain its life until it

 

hatches, but some is not, and continues to flow

 

outward until it meets a receptive object or

 

person. Many of the Dragonfolk posses the

 

ability to absorb the magic and make it their

 

own. Thus, the Dragonfolk have many powerful mages

 

among them, and enough slightly receptive people

 

to make magic common in everyday tasks on the

 

island.

 

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Chapter 1

 

part 1

 

 

 

It was a cold and blustry day. The red dragon

 

looked down as he overflew a snow-covered meadow.

 

There was a... rippling in the middle of the

 

clearing, like the fabric of reality was folding

 

over itself. The red paused, intriguided. As it

 

watched, the air split as though along a seam. It

 

circled down to land.

 

 

 

When the red got to the ground, it looked through

 

the rip. What it saw was most certainly of its

 

world. The red saw an alien landscape, twisted,

 

dark, and tortured, far different from its own

 

green meadow. Suddenly, a bolt of strange green

 

magic shot out of the portal, hitting the dragon

 

directly in its eye. The red, being of a race that

 

was gifted with knowledge of such things, knew immediately

 

it was a mortal wound.

 

 

 

It lifted off, with some difficulty, as more magic

 

was streaming out of the rip, and headed for the

 

island where it would expire.

 

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part 2

 

 

 

The meeting room of the Island Council in the

 

center of the village. It was the largest building

 

there, with a roof 15 feet above the Councilmembers

 

seated heads. This day, the Council had been called to

 

discuss the news the dying red dragon had brought.

 

 

 

"We must investigate this," said Maya, Queen of the Dragonfolk.

 

"We have no way of knowing if what the dragon said is

 

true," retorted Wolfgang, Elder of the Council."And

 

even if it is, why should we meddle in the affairs

 

of the mainlanders? If the aliens are hostile as you

 

believe they are, it is their affair, not ours. We

 

have confined ourselves to merely trading with them

 

and not meddling in their politics for good reason.

 

Our sole priority is the

 

care of dragons."

 

 

 

"If we do not do something, there may be no dragons

 

left to take care of. As you know, my

 

responsibilities include bringing the new egg out of

 

the old dragon's body. With the red, I found no egg."

 

 

 

Maya's statement shocked the Council into silence.

 

Such a thing had not occured for all of the

 

Dragonfolk's history. What vile magic could have

 

caused such a thing?

 

 

 

"We must fight against this enemy," Maya continued.

 

"Dragons are the lifeblood of our world. We must save

 

them, or face destruction ourselves."

 

 

 

Wolfgang found his voice. "What can we do against a

 

magic that kills dragons in a single spell? Even for

 

a people as strong as we, some enemies are too

 

powerful."

 

 

 

"What can we do? What can we do?" Maya echoed. "We

 

can fight. We can resist the invaders! We can die

 

valiantly in defense of our lands, or live in

 

bondage and fear to the aliens."

 

 

 

Her speech struck a nerve with the Council. There

 

were mutters of agreement from the Councilors. "My

 

friends, let us put it to a vote. All in favor of

 

fighting the alien invaders?" All the hands

 

went up. "All opposed?" No one moved. "It's

 

settled, then. Council adjourned. Tomorrow we will

 

find someone to lead our armies."

 

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My first story. What do you think? More to come later, hopefully.

 

Please point out any errors in grammar, spelling, etc.

Wow, pretty good for your first story! I didn't see any spelling/grammar/punctuation errors, however, it's late, so I can't be bothered with a lot of things...

 

 

 

No, really. Great job, expecting to see more. And welcome to the Varrock library!

Very good. Only thing I can say is not to call the dragon "the red". Just call it a dragon, or maybe even a name, if dragons later on in you story are given names by other dragon's. There are no flaws, that doesn't register as a flaw to me, but it was bothering me.

Seeing as it's a story and not a poem, a conventional format would be better. However, you can write however you want to.

Part 2 of chapter one is up.