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Fire and LightningNear the top of an extremely tall mountain there was an expansive cave. Within it lived something immensely powerful; a dragon. His name was Kylarth. He was a very large beast with a deep crimson coloring and huge powerful wings. His underbelly, along with wing webbing, horns, claws, and of course teeth, were a bright alabaster white. He was known by the nearby people as Kylarth, Champion of the People. For he was a surprisingly kind and gentle beast, as far as dragons were concerned. On occasion, if the people had a serious issue they would approach his great cave with an offering and a plea for help. More often than not, he would do his best to assist them. They knew not to push their boundaries and not to bother him with trivial nonsense, seeing as above all else he was still a dragon.
They would venture the treacherous path up to his abode and lay down an offering of gold and other treasures. He would then meander forward to hear the plea of the mortals who had come to request his
Magical Pregnancy"Honey!" called Samantha to her husband. "What is it dear?" Hunter wandered into his living room and found his 6 month pregnant wife lying on the couch. "It's your birthday tomorrow and i want to do everything you want to do. So tonight i want you to think about what you want to do. And can you help me to bed? I'm tired." Sam told him. "That sounds great honey. Sure i'll help you right now." He helped her up then helped her up a floor into their bedroom. He helped her into bed and pulled the covers over her. "Goodnight sweetie. See you in the morning." And he kissed her good night. He rushed down into his basement. He had been married for 2 years now but in that time there was something he had never told his wife. She knew he was a genius doctor and scientist but what she didn't know was that was actually a cover up for what he really was. A witch. And a maieusophile. He started to plan a wonderful day for tomorrow. He started mixing potions and createing exlixirs. He didn't need to sl
A Distant CoastSo that was then, this is now.
Helen's hand smacked against the wall as she held on for support. Her other hand was clutched against the front of her belly, currently growing and forcing her fingers to spread as it got rounder. As her pregnant middle swelled, Helen bent over farther, adjusting to its new and fluctuating weight. But each new growth spurt reminded Helen just how little support she could provide and groaned loudly, waiting for it to end so she could at least stumble over to the couch. She winced, momentarily fearing she may be experiencing a contraction before remembering that each increase in belly size brought a corresponding surge of tightness around her stomach skin.
Her one solace through the expansion of her womb was an admiration for her foresight in clothing choices. Early on when this phenomenon was first occurring in Helen's life, she did her best to cover her pregnancy, even through its larger iterations. But that only resulted in several torn shirts and lately
A Forgotten Time"Your highness?"
"Mm?" Violet said, laying on her back, deep into one of her many canopy beds. The princess adjusted her gown and looked over as one of her servants hustled to her side.
"There's a visitor at the main entrance. She doesn't have an invitation or a letter from any surrounding kingdoms or other nobles and guilds."
Violet rolled her eyes and put another one of her personal chef's pastries in her mouth. "Then what do I care? Is she alone?"
"Yes, your highness, but-"
"And it's not as though the guards are having a difficult time keeping her out, are they?"
"No, your highness, but-"
"Then kick her out. I don't want to talk to some nobody. It's probably just an old crone pretending to tell fortunes. She's lucky I don't call the clergy and have her arrested for heresy."
"But your highness!" Her servant, Laria, finally shouted. She stood straight up and held her knuckles to her lips before clearing her throat. "I-I apologize for raising my voice, m'lady."
"You're excused," Violet