(19 votes) (3.79)
Right now is the last winter before I graduate high school. The temperature has been pretty cold lately and we might actually have snow this holiday. Sadly, there’s someone I know who probably isn’t enjoying this weather very much. A Dragon by the name of Seryn, a senior like me, is not very fond of the cold weather. Not that she would outright admit it, though.
I’m enjoying my winter break at home watching T.V., parents are out so I have the house to myself, when there’s a knock at the door. And speaking of the devil, or in this case Dragon, Seryn is standing there bundled up in a big coat, scarves, and other winter attire that make it look like she was going hiking in a blizzard.
“Hey, Seryn, what are you doing here?” I ask.
(7 votes) (4.86)
A chorus of almost malevolent laughter carries through the mist shrouded woods as I struggle to catch my breath.
“There is no escaping here…..” a seductive, disembodied voice taunted in a sing-song cadence.
“Why not just accept your fate?” A second female voice chimed in.
This wasn’t good. Not at all. I thought I could keep my distance from them, but they knew this forest much better than I did and I was running out of daylight in forest.
I had been collecting nectar from different exotic plants from the depths of the forests in this backwater canton for awhile now. It’s a pretty lucrative pursuit, but even for the well prepared and experienced, it can be pretty dangerous at time. The further into the depths of the forest I ventured, the greater the odds of something like this happening were.