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  • The Dragon King: Rayllum One-Shots by ArqueiroXy
    ArqueiroXy
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    (Cover draw by Tategaminu). Some Rayllum (and Sarai II) one-shots, theories, and TDK updates. The one-shots can be between the two weeks between episodes 4 and 5 of season 7, between the 7 years, or after the final war. (One-shots suggestions open).
  • Dragon Prince - Lost by hate by -Jerzy-
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    A short story, about the fate of a certain sky elf magician. One case that changed the fate of the world. Note This fanfic contains passages intended for those over 16..... Blah, blah, blah.....And so everyone will ignore it. ;) English is not my language so I apologize for any mistakes. PS: I do not own the rights to the dragon prince, just what I came up with myself. I am writing this after the premiere of season 3, but before the premiere of season 4.
  • Dark Magic and Gooseberry Pie by MaddieMadde7
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    Claudia, eight years old, is thrilled when she can talk about dark magic. Pleased, delighted, smiling to ears. Maybe too much. She chirps, chirps, chirps, and queen Sarai, sullen and intoxicated by wine, with difficulty retains a roar of disgust. On the dinner table, the gooseberry pie pours its red, and manners dissolve in the wine ...
  • Magie noire et tarte à la groseille by MaddieMadde7
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    Claudia, huit ans, est enchantée lorsqu'on lui donne la permission de parler d'alchimie et de magie noire. Peut-être un peu trop. Elle pépie, pépie, et la reine Saraï, d'humeur maussade et enivrée par le vin, retient à grand-peine un rugissement de dégoût. Sur la table du souper, la tarte à la groseille déverse son rouge et les bonnes manières se dissolvent dans le vin ...