THE DRAGON TEMPEST
Published By Dragon Knight Chronicles.
An Elf, A Dragon and A God’s Intervention
By: KJ Hawkins
The sun was waning on the horizon and Blake started to dread the idea of staying overnight in this forbidden land. He didn’t even feel comfort from Meisha’s presence hovering above the tree tops. She was always carefully scouting ahead for danger.
“At least one of us needs to be able to see what is coming. As far as we know, Blackmoon could be leading us into a trap.”
“Don’t be so hasty little one,” Meisha teased. “There has been no reason not to trust the kyre.”
He sighed letting her win another argument. It was always easier to play dumb with Meisha. Like all dragons, she was a sore loser. Blake was so busy mind speaking with Meisha, he didn’t realize Blackmoon had stopped until he was practically on her tail.
Blake saw her hackles slowly rising. He looked ahead of himself to see a wide-open clearing. At the center of the clearing was a large stone obelisk. What surprised him most were the three large rubies protruding from its core.
“We’re here,” Blackmoon growled.
She looked at him, burning deep into his soul with her yellow eyes. “This fight was ordained by the child goddess,” she stated. “I hope you and Meisha will survive.”
With that Blackmoon tucked her tail and bolted for her life. She looked like black lightning flashing across the ground.
“Meisha, did you get all that?”
“Pay attention to the ground, youngling!”
Meisha let loose a battle cry. The ground shook beneath Blake’s feet as he looked on in horror. A creature from Zorric dug itself out from under the obelisk, melting the soil into black goo as it fought for freedom.
“Damn! It had to be a shadow wraith.”
KJ Hawkins is a young fantasy author making her way into print. She has her first short story being published at the end of September.
The End of Everything
By: Christine Haggerty
Tucking her wings above her spine, The Seeker landed heavily on the street, her dragon blood still thick as mud from The Sleep. She watched a few humans pause and look around, confused as the earth trembled beneath her weight.
Humans always forget at the beginning of The Dying. We dragons are magical and alien to them, gone so long that we are nothing but myths.
She sniffed at the decay of the landscape, the once green world crusted over with asphalt and cement. The humans reminded her of rodents, scurrying through the maze of their artificial dwellings and instinctively avoiding her. She stretched her neck and fluttered her wings as far as the buildings on either side would allow, amused at how blinded the humans could be by simple disbelief.
The Seeker’s breaststone warmed. Living crystal embedded in the dragon’s chest sensed the faint signature of an aware mind as a girl shuffled out from between two tall dwellings.
The Queen. The dragon lowered her head to peer at the girl more closely. Instead of the pride and strength the dragon expected to find in the human queen who was chosen by the breaststone, the dragon saw nothing but weakness and fear. The girl hung her head, her stride unsteady beneath her stretched womb.
Within the collective memories of dragons since The Dawning, I cannot recall a queen so frail. The Seeker tried to ignore the doubt that wove its way through her sluggish blood, and looked away from the dark hair that hung limply over the girl’s narrow shoulders.
The Seeker scanned the stained landscape for the other dragon, the male who was born only to be a sacrifice. She needed not only the power of his breaststone to carry the queen, but also the male spirit the stone contained to breed a new generation of dragons.
Christine Nielson Haggerty grew up in rural Utah with three brothers, a sister, several chickens, a goat, and an outhouse. She always loved the escape of fantasy and the art of writing, and her passion for life is to craft stories of strength and survival.
By: Jane Dougherty
Beneath the deepening clouds of dust and shadow that poured from the pit of hell, the Mother’s host gathered in battle formation. The world was on the brink; the pattern that held good and evil in equilibrium had been broken. The last war had released the hordes of hell, and only the Mother of all things, the Mother of the Earth, could organize the chaos and restore the balance. The Mother stirred, drawing up the magic of the earth. The host waited for the sign, waited for the Mother’s strength to flow through their blood and bones, but the earth magic was still green and growing. The laughter of the hell beasts rang inside their heads.
In the center of the host stood the Centaurs. On either flank stretched Danu’s people: the wild Gaels, blond Norsemen, painted Picts, tattooed Thracians, solemn Etruscans, glittering Egyptians, and all the tribes from the north, south, east and west who had heeded the call of the Mother. Opposing them was Death.
Chiron, the Centaur war leader, rallied the host. Hylonome barely heard. She knew the words already: vanquish the darkness, bring light to the world, release the green magic of the Mother. She listened only for the voices of her children, behind the lines but not in safety. She dared not turn her head to search the abandoned camp for her sister’s black curls. If they could not defeat the demon, Charis knew what she must do with the children. Hylonome fought back her tears.
The Centaurs waited in the gathering gloom, their faces turned toward the whispering black cloud that concealed their foe and the enemy of the whole world. They waited in silence; no horse snorting or stamping gave away their unease, no sharp whinnies of fear came from their stoic ranks.
Jane Dougherty writes various kinds of fiction but finds it very hard not to include at least an element of fantasy. Jane is also a prolific writer of short fiction and poetry, some of which has been published in anthologies, literary journals, and webzines.
Dragon Knight Chronicles or DKC was founded in May of 2013 by Kathryn Jenkins. Kathryn began with a blog which hosted a short story writing competition. What started as a site to help fantasy self-published authors break into print blossomed into something more as new authors signed on to help it grow.
DKC grew so large that it team up with Lynn Miller and created The Book Stalkers. This allowed DKC to stay true to its fantasy roots, while spreading its wings wide enough under the new business name so that authors from all genres could find a home.
The Dragon Tempest offers a collection of short stories in a variety of fantasy genres, including dark, light, adventure, and epic. Creatures from all worlds abound: dragons, angels, centaurs, witches, gods and goddesses, and those lurking below the water’s surface. Whether you’re moved by tales of battle and bloodshed, suspense, humor, or enlightenment, The Dragon Tempest will leave you craving more from each author. Such a diversity of great tales of the fantastic to enjoy will leave no room for disappointment.
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