Fallingfeathers storie

The Neria Lake has given the people of the South much abundance. Plenty of fish, fresh water, corals and pearls, enough for the Southern to be happy and contented. But it is not always as it seems for the famous lake, the largest in the realm, is filled of mysteries and myths that cannot be explained by rational thought.

"My tribe is dying. I will do anything to save it," was her reply. Without further discussion, She placed it on the ground. Then they both placed a talon and paw on top. The paper briefly flashed a deep red, then faded back to white. "I accept this contract and its terms," they both said at the same time. The tom blinked as swirls of red vines appeared and climbed up their paw. He looked over at the dragon, and realized the same was happening to her. After a few heart beats they retracted back into the contract. The cat blinked sadly at her. "Well, you can't say I didn't warn you."

§ FALLEN FEATHERS IS OFFICIALLY COMPLETED § • This is the EDITED version of Fallen Feathers. Please feel free to read it (I suggest you do). Enjoy! • I stumbled blindly in the woods, lost. I was tired and so unsure of where I was, or where I was going. It had been days since I fled our village, burned to the ground. I remembered it well. Villagers were running and screaming frantically, fleeing as they were slaughtered from the front and behind. The looks of fear and surprise as the bodies fell to the ground... I watched from a distance, but still felt lost in the chaos. The raiders rushing about on horseback, or on foot, and the wolves they had tamed! Houses burning, children screaming, corpses littering the ground ... I wouldn't remember. I couldn't remember. My parents, in our cabin, made of wood... Burning, trapped inside ... Ashes falling and smoke everywhere. I urged myself to run away, to look away, but I couldn't. I stood helplessly and watched my parents burning, my mother screaming frantically. There was one raider, the raider mounted on horseback, who had the howling wolf tattoo on his arm, just as the rest of the Raiders. He watched as my parents burned, cackling to himself. I wanted to run and fight, but I couldn't. It was no use, they were already dead. I touched my mother's silver dragon necklace. I took it from her, after she died. Struggling to fight back tears, I tripped over a tree root, and fell to the ground. I was lost, and hopelessly so.