from members of the Creators Faction: BeledinesSoul, author of the Shadow War Saga and Alleviates, founder of WarDragons.info are teaming up to offer regular creative writing contests! The prize for the winner of each contest will be a $20 in game value pack of Pocket Gems' choice.
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~ 2018 Valentine's Poetry Contest (closed) ~
Players submitted their original dragon-related Valentine's poem below by February 14, 2018 for a chance to win a $20 in game value pack sponsored by the Creator's Faction/Pocket Gems.
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previous contests (ended)
~ December Poetry Contest ~ (Closed)
This week's contest is a poetry challenge. Write an original poem about the Winter 2017 dragons and/or avatars.
The winner will be the poem with the most votes and will be announced on December 12 in the evening.
- How to enter:
- Post your original poem about the Winter 2017-2018 season dragons before Tuesday, December 12, noon central time in the below forum by replying to Alleviates' primary pinned post. Please be patient as submissions are pre-moderated. You can post your poem in the body of the forum below typed or added as an image file.
- Please refrain from using profanity, sexually explicit language, and other offensive text. They will be moderated and not posted.
- Like The Shadow War Saga and War Dragons Info on Facebook and Twitter (links below).
- Vote on your favorites below by clicking the Up Arrow beside the post before December 12 noon central time.
The winner will be the poem with the most votes and will be announced on December 12 in the evening.
October, 2017 Contest (over) -
In celebration of the release of the Dragon Speaker audio-book, The Shadow War Saga and War Dragons Info ran a creative writing contest ending October 23, 2017. Entry rules were: Like "The Shadow War Saga" page on Facebook, Follow them on Twitter, then submit your own creative fiction short story about this season's dragons and/or avatars (minimum 2.5k words, max 5k) below.
The winner was announced Monday the 23rd via Facebook and Twitter.
Prize: was a $20 in game value pack. All works are permanently showcased (with credit on this web page unless the author lets us know otherwise).
In celebration of the release of the Dragon Speaker audio-book, The Shadow War Saga and War Dragons Info ran a creative writing contest ending October 23, 2017. Entry rules were: Like "The Shadow War Saga" page on Facebook, Follow them on Twitter, then submit your own creative fiction short story about this season's dragons and/or avatars (minimum 2.5k words, max 5k) below.
The winner was announced Monday the 23rd via Facebook and Twitter.
Prize: was a $20 in game value pack. All works are permanently showcased (with credit on this web page unless the author lets us know otherwise).
Dragulus was only 12 but he has been in the dragon rider academy for half of his young life,trying to live up to the expectations of his father and his father before him.he was passing most of his classes, but was still struggling with his mastery of hunter class dragons. So far he had yet to ride one to completion of the scarfang mountain range.to the disappointment of his father. Their dragon lord status depended on his continuing their reign.everyday he failed the pressure mounted. His favorite skysteed was an owl class dragon known as Noctua.
So far they had a tentative bond, Noctua was confident and spirited,and seemed to sense his inexperience, as skysteeds go he was powerful and expert level dragon and maybe felt that this young pup was beneath his talents.today would be his fifth flight , and to say he was apprehensive was an understatement.the trouble was not in his skill riding but getting his steed to fire his considerable spells on command,at the end of the obstacle course there were a frightening new group of nightmare class dragons.
Both Noctua and Dragulus seemed a little in awe of these fierce new dragons,and the bond between them was not quite strong enuff to overcome the jitters.
There first flight through this course had nearly ended with both rider and young dragon lord’s demise. Necryx was a demon from hell who seemed to spring right out of the shadows,catching both off guard, dragulus was thrown from the back as Noctua balked hard to avoid mid air collision, as he fell he threw coldfire , the name of his dragon spear it pierced necryx chest plate and saved Noctua as the nightmare ,wounded halted his attack,as Dragulus tumbled quickly towards the ground ,regretting his failure Noctua regained his composure and quickly raced to save him,Dragulus knew it would be too late.Silently he began his death chant, a family traditional prayer to Draco the first .the ground was approaching and he knew he wouldn’t finish it in time but it comforted him anyway,just then talons enclosed his ankle and snapped him backwards onto the back of Noctua he grasped the tufted neck plumage as his proud steed pulled airborne but it wasn’t quite enough and Noctua slammed into a cluster of mountain elms.
Dragulus awoke several hours later in the care of the academic mystic, whose healing powers were legendary, Noctua wasn’t as lucky it would be days before he could fly again.
Rest young lord , Marlon the mystic had demanded of him over and over but his wounds were not of the physical nature and only getting back on the horse so they say would cure his shattered nerves! During the early morning hours when the fog was heavy he snuck out of the infirmary and made his way to the dragon dens, Noctua hooted as he scented his approach,ears turned his direction and eyes piercing his soul, he thought his stallion would be angry with him but all indicators were the opposite,he could easily snap through Dragulus neck if he made a false move and Noctua was irritated with him,but his cooing was playful and as he put his hand on his razor sharp beak he tilted his head and rubbed it against Dragulus cheek, this was a turning point in their union. Dragulus pulled an apple and fed him, he gulped it greedily.
The next three weeks were much improved each week had an obstacle course with a new nightmare dragon at the end to get by,the first was a warrior named chimarak his visage was intimidating to say the least, they had made it through the obstacles in record time but getting past the warrior was troublesome he blocked the last tunnel and all attempts to move him were met in failure.
His flames were incredible but his movements slow,in the end Noctua flew a circular pattern around him in speeds bewildering to the eye, dragulus held on tightly at the last second chimeras head tilted to the right and he dizzily dipped his shoulder and both rider and steed zipped by to the left, the race through the tunnel and to the finish line was in a blink, but the warrior had slowed there progress enuff to have them finish just above the cutoff line,so they would have two more attempts to finish this course and he would be reclassified as hunter master.
The next two runs were against Spindra and Gargula, both were masterful combinations of cloak and vines that befuddled them and the course was ran in record times. Dragulus was beside himself with pride, his bond was strengthened by the day, but a new wrinkle would soon be added.
Moonfang was a mythic class dragon , he heard the whispers people were terrified of facing him and so far none of his classmates had risen to the challenge.there was no information on this formidable beast only by listening to the tales of the fallen was Dragulus gaining an insight.they said with every battle he changed and became stronger, his appearance resembles a winged Wolfen behemoth.
Today he had an appointment with the armorers and was picking up a new spear with a silver tip, he felt this might give him the edge he needed as there were stories of were wolves and silver weapons bringing them down for centuries told among his people.
Practice with his new spear was slow and clumsy at first but soon he felt competent enough to at least hold his own. The last contest was fast approaching.the rules were simple no time limit just survive and make it the end!
The match would begin at midnight on all harvest eve, he was the last of his classmates and the youngest to attempt this, talk was suggesting they would remove moonfang from the events if no one could beat him,but the masters were adamant that the new dragonlords would have to be gifted enough to overcome theses new nightmares if the survival of the clans would continue!
It started as all do,the blast of dragonhorns bellowed, and the entire clan had turned out for this last run there was much talk and excitement in the air,and Dragulus was hyped ,Noctua exploded out of the gates nearly tossing him from his back ,but Dragulus regained his bearings and soon they were somersaulting through barriers burning targets and exploding the fake villages in their path, the course was parred at three hours till completion, dawn would be at least eight hours from the start, but it wasn’t timed so his focus was on being wary and finishing all targets completely,Moonfang had been moved around to different stages on all of his events, Draggy as his friends had come to call him suspected he would not be on at the beginning because he had started there on the last one. And so far his assumptions were correct,several time large shadows loomed above him causing him to jerk Noctua to one side or the next but they were decoys, he was two hours in with no sight of Moonfang they just finished displaying effective combination of both riders and dragons abilities destroying a particularly hard island getting ready for the next stage when another shadow appeared from above.thinking it another decoy he casually glanced up to see death racing at him,he pulled and Noctua flipped upside down pushing off of moon fangs muzzle as he was preparing a blast.luckily the speed of the hunter offset the ferocity of moonfang attack, they barely escaped and barrel rolled downward and back towards the burning carcass of the smoldering ruins.the smoke temporarily hiding their flight they wove through the shattered buildings with moonfang howling , several times he was close enuff that rider felt his flames tinge his armor,this cat and mouse went on for what seemed like hours.
Dragulus was worried that sooner or later the constant flight would wear down Noctua as it had his classmates steeds before him.they entered the ruins of a church and then launched out of it directly into the face of moon fang, Dragulus nudged Noctua with his knees I signal to perform a tactic they had practiced over and over,Noctua dipped at the last second and Dragulus launched from his back driving his spear down between the shoulders of moonfang as Noctua dived below him, moonfang snapped backward lacerating Draggys leg as he ran down his back an flung himself into the smoky abyss landing on Noctua’s back,adrenaline racing through his veins they righted their course and headed for the end line still over an hour away.
Twenty minutes in and feeling exhausted and exhilarated, Draggy heard the bellow mere seconds behind them and started Noctua in a series of aerial maneuvers twice moonfang closed on them Draggys newly fashioned spear sticking out of his back but not slowing him down, blood spewing but the mythic dragon god was showing incredible determination and strength of will he refused to be bested. Another island loomed ahead and as they fired off a series of spells while doing a backflip and coming up behind moonfang,Noctua blasted a few half strength fireballs that maddened and scorched the nightwolfs backside, and then twisted back through the burning towers below, for what seemed like hours they twisted in and out with fang hot on their tails, soon mornings first rays were poking over the horizon and draggy signaled Noctua to make an all out race for the end. As they darted the sun hit moonfang and he faltered his seemingly endless strength waning, he started to slow and draggy gave Noctua the thumb up to go for broke...
The end was in view and the crowd was screeching invigorating the exhausted Noctua to dive towards the end not knowing if their antagonist was still on their tail ,they landed at a breakneck speed and rolled across the line.and all went black.
When he awoke days later weak from blood loss he had the dragonmaster ring on his finger and his Dad grinning ear to ear. That’s the story of how the first moonfang was defeated!
So far they had a tentative bond, Noctua was confident and spirited,and seemed to sense his inexperience, as skysteeds go he was powerful and expert level dragon and maybe felt that this young pup was beneath his talents.today would be his fifth flight , and to say he was apprehensive was an understatement.the trouble was not in his skill riding but getting his steed to fire his considerable spells on command,at the end of the obstacle course there were a frightening new group of nightmare class dragons.
Both Noctua and Dragulus seemed a little in awe of these fierce new dragons,and the bond between them was not quite strong enuff to overcome the jitters.
There first flight through this course had nearly ended with both rider and young dragon lord’s demise. Necryx was a demon from hell who seemed to spring right out of the shadows,catching both off guard, dragulus was thrown from the back as Noctua balked hard to avoid mid air collision, as he fell he threw coldfire , the name of his dragon spear it pierced necryx chest plate and saved Noctua as the nightmare ,wounded halted his attack,as Dragulus tumbled quickly towards the ground ,regretting his failure Noctua regained his composure and quickly raced to save him,Dragulus knew it would be too late.Silently he began his death chant, a family traditional prayer to Draco the first .the ground was approaching and he knew he wouldn’t finish it in time but it comforted him anyway,just then talons enclosed his ankle and snapped him backwards onto the back of Noctua he grasped the tufted neck plumage as his proud steed pulled airborne but it wasn’t quite enough and Noctua slammed into a cluster of mountain elms.
Dragulus awoke several hours later in the care of the academic mystic, whose healing powers were legendary, Noctua wasn’t as lucky it would be days before he could fly again.
Rest young lord , Marlon the mystic had demanded of him over and over but his wounds were not of the physical nature and only getting back on the horse so they say would cure his shattered nerves! During the early morning hours when the fog was heavy he snuck out of the infirmary and made his way to the dragon dens, Noctua hooted as he scented his approach,ears turned his direction and eyes piercing his soul, he thought his stallion would be angry with him but all indicators were the opposite,he could easily snap through Dragulus neck if he made a false move and Noctua was irritated with him,but his cooing was playful and as he put his hand on his razor sharp beak he tilted his head and rubbed it against Dragulus cheek, this was a turning point in their union. Dragulus pulled an apple and fed him, he gulped it greedily.
The next three weeks were much improved each week had an obstacle course with a new nightmare dragon at the end to get by,the first was a warrior named chimarak his visage was intimidating to say the least, they had made it through the obstacles in record time but getting past the warrior was troublesome he blocked the last tunnel and all attempts to move him were met in failure.
His flames were incredible but his movements slow,in the end Noctua flew a circular pattern around him in speeds bewildering to the eye, dragulus held on tightly at the last second chimeras head tilted to the right and he dizzily dipped his shoulder and both rider and steed zipped by to the left, the race through the tunnel and to the finish line was in a blink, but the warrior had slowed there progress enuff to have them finish just above the cutoff line,so they would have two more attempts to finish this course and he would be reclassified as hunter master.
The next two runs were against Spindra and Gargula, both were masterful combinations of cloak and vines that befuddled them and the course was ran in record times. Dragulus was beside himself with pride, his bond was strengthened by the day, but a new wrinkle would soon be added.
Moonfang was a mythic class dragon , he heard the whispers people were terrified of facing him and so far none of his classmates had risen to the challenge.there was no information on this formidable beast only by listening to the tales of the fallen was Dragulus gaining an insight.they said with every battle he changed and became stronger, his appearance resembles a winged Wolfen behemoth.
Today he had an appointment with the armorers and was picking up a new spear with a silver tip, he felt this might give him the edge he needed as there were stories of were wolves and silver weapons bringing them down for centuries told among his people.
Practice with his new spear was slow and clumsy at first but soon he felt competent enough to at least hold his own. The last contest was fast approaching.the rules were simple no time limit just survive and make it the end!
The match would begin at midnight on all harvest eve, he was the last of his classmates and the youngest to attempt this, talk was suggesting they would remove moonfang from the events if no one could beat him,but the masters were adamant that the new dragonlords would have to be gifted enough to overcome theses new nightmares if the survival of the clans would continue!
It started as all do,the blast of dragonhorns bellowed, and the entire clan had turned out for this last run there was much talk and excitement in the air,and Dragulus was hyped ,Noctua exploded out of the gates nearly tossing him from his back ,but Dragulus regained his bearings and soon they were somersaulting through barriers burning targets and exploding the fake villages in their path, the course was parred at three hours till completion, dawn would be at least eight hours from the start, but it wasn’t timed so his focus was on being wary and finishing all targets completely,Moonfang had been moved around to different stages on all of his events, Draggy as his friends had come to call him suspected he would not be on at the beginning because he had started there on the last one. And so far his assumptions were correct,several time large shadows loomed above him causing him to jerk Noctua to one side or the next but they were decoys, he was two hours in with no sight of Moonfang they just finished displaying effective combination of both riders and dragons abilities destroying a particularly hard island getting ready for the next stage when another shadow appeared from above.thinking it another decoy he casually glanced up to see death racing at him,he pulled and Noctua flipped upside down pushing off of moon fangs muzzle as he was preparing a blast.luckily the speed of the hunter offset the ferocity of moonfang attack, they barely escaped and barrel rolled downward and back towards the burning carcass of the smoldering ruins.the smoke temporarily hiding their flight they wove through the shattered buildings with moonfang howling , several times he was close enuff that rider felt his flames tinge his armor,this cat and mouse went on for what seemed like hours.
Dragulus was worried that sooner or later the constant flight would wear down Noctua as it had his classmates steeds before him.they entered the ruins of a church and then launched out of it directly into the face of moon fang, Dragulus nudged Noctua with his knees I signal to perform a tactic they had practiced over and over,Noctua dipped at the last second and Dragulus launched from his back driving his spear down between the shoulders of moonfang as Noctua dived below him, moonfang snapped backward lacerating Draggys leg as he ran down his back an flung himself into the smoky abyss landing on Noctua’s back,adrenaline racing through his veins they righted their course and headed for the end line still over an hour away.
Twenty minutes in and feeling exhausted and exhilarated, Draggy heard the bellow mere seconds behind them and started Noctua in a series of aerial maneuvers twice moonfang closed on them Draggys newly fashioned spear sticking out of his back but not slowing him down, blood spewing but the mythic dragon god was showing incredible determination and strength of will he refused to be bested. Another island loomed ahead and as they fired off a series of spells while doing a backflip and coming up behind moonfang,Noctua blasted a few half strength fireballs that maddened and scorched the nightwolfs backside, and then twisted back through the burning towers below, for what seemed like hours they twisted in and out with fang hot on their tails, soon mornings first rays were poking over the horizon and draggy signaled Noctua to make an all out race for the end. As they darted the sun hit moonfang and he faltered his seemingly endless strength waning, he started to slow and draggy gave Noctua the thumb up to go for broke...
The end was in view and the crowd was screeching invigorating the exhausted Noctua to dive towards the end not knowing if their antagonist was still on their tail ,they landed at a breakneck speed and rolled across the line.and all went black.
When he awoke days later weak from blood loss he had the dragonmaster ring on his finger and his Dad grinning ear to ear. That’s the story of how the first moonfang was defeated!
“I wonder if when they created terror they knew the disasters it would cause.” I whispered to Slane. The only acknowledgement he gave was the slight tilt of blonde hair spiked upon his head. I glanced down at my hands, holding the dagger felt wrong. I was taught to love, and now
I was being forced to fight.
During the spring my brother and I came here as emissaries, our only duty was to ensure the safe passage of the growing butterfly, the spring guardian, the forest stag and the blooming drake eggs. Remembering the time brought a peaceful sensation to me, alas it barely touched
my fingertips before the moment was shattered. The wind shifted blowing my blonde hair in front of the dagger and I glanced one more time at Slane. He watched the horizon with a cold blank stare.
As my two dragons hover closer to me I can feel the tension, the unspoken words of fear roll across the valley followed by the cracking of a thunderstorm brewing. Sage lifts her head and watches the horizon as Aster tucks himself onto the ground nearly turning invisible. My heart
aches over what might happen to them if our plan to stop the delivery of new eggs doesn't work. We are The furthest base out from the mainland, this is our only chance.
“Elci,” Slane says notching an arrow into his bow, “be ready.” Behind him Fae spreads her colorful wings and a single ice crystal slinks down her front razor sharp tooth mirroring Morphos’s frosty look of rage.
A few yards behind Sage’s massive wings I see the pink and green scales of my guild’s dragons. The summer came and went quietly, the Archmages and Knights that accompanied those new devine dragons mixed in with us well. Now we prepared to put it all on the line.
Fifty of us, each with our two strongest dragons, how could we not win? I watched as a horde of winged beasts both beautiful and deadly clogged the sky. With the forty eight members of our guild behind us now I felt stronger. I felt the weight settle on my shoulders, this may not have
been my world before, but now I swore I would protect it.
Shane quickly spoke to our members about the strategy us and the other officers had devised the previous hour. We had been informed this fall would not be like the rest, that the dragons this time around are wild, untamed, and would ultimately change our world forever.I turned back
to the sky. Beyond the ocean, among the orange fire of sunset I watched what appeared as a woman clad in black raising her axe high into the air, the essence of fire splashing her skin.
Aster released a single shot into the sky aimed away from where I had just glimpsed the demonic angel. My eyes narrowed as I watched the way the wind separated itself around a mass of nothing, but I knew better, nothing was a word we used before amassing an army.
“Go.” I stated, my voice could carry for miles. Instantly knights and warriors mounted their dragons and raised into the sky, guards rushed to fire the towers. The calm before the storm was officially over, war had begun.
Shane moving faster than the rest was already upon Morphos in the air with Fae protecting their back flying to where Aster had shot at. I grabbed ahold of Aster’s leg intending to climb up when a white faced woman conjured out of thin air sending a stream of white lightning at Sage. The
rage filled eyes of my hurt dragon zeroed in on the woman. Aster quickly moved over me in front of Sage and a white shield erupted around us. Just as fast as it had happened, the woman was gone.
With the adrenaline coursing through my veins I gripped Aster and launched myself onto his neck. I motioned towards Sage and we three were airborne. The swirl of wings above us deafened me the way a hurricane would have in my old home, but I knew we would not be
needed there with the rest of my team, instead I steered Aster in the direction of the sunset knowing the worst was hiding waiting for darkness.
Within seconds we were above open ocean, under Sage’s wings a fog had gathered and below the surface I could see yellow eyes watching us. I pointed downwards at the moment when Sage saw it too, she unleashed a thunderstorm and dived into the unseen to find the owner of
the yellow eyes.
Aster unleashed several fireballs in front and to the left of us, I feared he would give away our position so I kicked him in the side. Then I saw it. A blue arrow materialized and impaled by it was a dragon. Green then interrupted my vision of the monster.
Through a green veil I watched as the dragon shot at us, knowing when the shield dropped there would be nothing else to keep the attacks from hitting us. I studied the dragon, from his yellow spikes to barely tied on armor he was dripping in blood. His large wings were torn
through in multiple areas. When he fired at us it clung to the shield in a mass of sticky red blood.
Aster twisted underneath me and advanced towards the terrorizing dragon. Sending out testing shots to gauge the opponent's speed. He was ready, once our protection was gone he would fight this beast to the end. I felt every emotion he was feeling, he was strong and I was his
protector. We had many battles before with rogues trying to steal our island’s resources. At this point my dragons and I were undefeated.
As soon as the shield receded so did all the moisture in the air, it was as if no ocean existed below us any longer, it was an eerie and uncomfortable feeling. Aster continued his assault of fireballs with the zombie like dragon paralleling each blow and then we were blasted out of the sky by a wall of sand.
My hair, eyes, and every inch of my skin was raw, either from the wind rushing past or the millions of daggers the dragon had shot at us. Aster was no longer here, I was on my own and I was falling. What happens to an army when the leader fails? Do they fail too?
As I braced myself for the impact the relentless ocean would inflict upon my body I felt the soft brush of a feathered wing, before I could grab on, however, it was gone. I gave a soft low whistle hoping and praying that it was Sage I had felt, but after a moment I knew it wasn’t.
A strong hand grasped my arm and a butterfly like wing lifted me. As I was forced onto the dragons purple back recognition set in and Slane’s cool face came into view. I noticed his natural calm was broken in a mask of fear. “Elci? What happened?”
“The dragons they brought here are not eggs, they are already hatched, Sage took on one and I haven’t seen her since. Aster and I were attacked and I was knocked off.” I breathlessly explained. In the bubble of my brothers protection I felt safe and that is when I finally noticed the
roars of dragons and the bang of cannons. While in the sky it was hard to place where we were, but I knew we had come much closer to our base while Aster and I were battling the dragon.
“Sage is with Fae, when I didn’t see you with Sage we flew to find you.” Slane stated while Morphos snorted in agreement.
“We aren’t doing well.” Slane whispered.
I nodded, the only dragons stronger than mine in our guild were Slane’s. If I wasn’t able to get the upperhand I doubted anyone else could. It was like a living nightmare. We soared quickly to where Sage and Fae were toying with a garnet colored dragon, Fae would freeze it and Sage
then unleashed a torrential downpour on it. Before we were close enough for Sage to see me the enemy dragon had fallen unconscious and dropped from view.
I squeeze Slane’s shoulder and stood up on Morphos’s back. No words would change the fact we had the losing hand, so I jumped from the dragon without another word. While in the air I watched as Sage noticed me and cocked her head to one side before zooming underneath me.
“Aster.” I breathed and grabbed firmly to her antler before the world turned into a blur. We flew quickly and Sage lit the way with a tornado of flames. A dragon passed over her right wing and intended to bite her, it might have succeeded if I hadn’t ripped through its wing with my dagger.
It fell from the sky with a screech.
Finally a flowery dragon came into view, my Aster was holding her own against the bleeding dragon. They flew back and forth attacking each other with a ferocity I hadn’t known Aster possessed. Sage tucked her wings against her body and swan dived towards them right as
Aster vanished and was nearly invisible. Sage’s hoof came crashing down upon the bleeding dragon's head, causing a waterfall of blood to paint the sky. It turned its head towards us as a thunderstorm erupted around us. Aster came back into view and finished the bleeding dragon
off in a fiery blast effectively healing himself as well.
I sat perched on my dragon feeling like a queen as the blood soaked monster crashed into the ocean below. I glanced towards the base to see that perhaps we had finally got a break in this war. I felt the glimmer of hope form, only for it to be extinguished when I heard a cry for help
from below, I motioned for Sage to take me down.
Hanging about six yards off the ground I let go of Sage and crashed into a heap by a fire turret. Giving myself a second to catch my breathe I got up and scrambled into the building. Rounding the corner I came face to face with a knight that did not belong to my side. His purple robes
hung off his armor in a way that indicated he had worn it for years. I pulled my dagger and backed up quickly before looking at his face.
There was no face, in all the nightmares I had had as a child I vividly recalled you could never put a face on evil. His bones smiled at me and I turned to rush for the way I had come, only to be grabbed from the doorway and pulled out by a long hairy leg.
As I dangled upside down I noticed Aster laying on the ground breathing shallowly and Sage was fighting a gray dragon with what looked like stitch marks along its side to keep it away from Aster. The ground began shaking with a force unlike any other and I threw my dagger with
precision and force at the dragon causing it. As it dropped Sage turned her attention to me, but I waved her off.
“So are you the cause of this madness?” a deep gravely broken voice called as the knight came out of the turret door.
I remained silent.
The knight watched me with glowing purple eyes. “Do you know what happens when Kharnyx kills a dragon lord?” he asked tauntingly.
When I didn’t answer him he took it for I didn’t know and gave me an answer anyway, “He turns them into something so much more powerful.” He winked as he finished his sentence and drew a large double edge blade from its sheath.
The dragon that had been holding me turned slightly and looked into my face with its multiple eyes and I watched Sage approach from behind it before it turned me back towards the undead knight. I could feel my hair swishing against the ground before the dragon dropped me
altogether and turn to confront Sage.
I righted myself quickly and sprinted from the knight to retrieve my dagger out of the fallen dragon. When I turned I saw he planned to rip my heart out.
His sword was positioned over Asters rising and falling chest. His bony face curved into a menacing grin.
I froze and watched him. He in turn watched me. “I think we can come to an agreement now, call a cease fire and I’ll spare your pathetic little dragons life.”
“No.” I said with no hesitation, how I wish instead I had said yes, yes a million times, of course. Aster wouldn’t allow me to do that, he would rather die than give up a fight. I took a step back as if in defeat and he raised his blade as he straightened to watch me.
I smiled back at him, he didn’t know what my “pathetic little dragon” was capable of, I smiled so widely that I bared my teeth when I watched Aster take his final breath.
When my dragon dies, he comes back to life.
Everything in my view erupted into red flames, the knight, the dragon’s body I was standing beside, all of it was red. After a moment my eyes adjusted and Aster was standing before me with his neck low for me to grab on. I hoisted myself onto him quickly and we catapulted into the
dragon fighting Sage.
Once we finished with him I could tell the sky was considerable less crowded, which could only mean one thing, one side was winning. Which one?
A howl broke through the noise around us. The hair on my arms stood on end as I glanced around the sky looking for the source. Sage flew below Aster to protect his belly from any below attacks while I kept my head on swivel looking for the source of the bone chilling noise that was
so loud it made everything else quiet.
I turned towards the familiar voice calling my name, “Elci!”
Behind us was Morphos carrying my brother on his tail and Fae draped across his back. The panic that was bubbling up inside of me was quieted by Fae raising her head to look my way. After they got closer Slane jumped onto Sage’s back and yelled for Morphos to take Fae to the
Den to be treated. I watched my brothers shaking hand as he patted Sage on the neck. And looked to watch Morphos fly with a broken dragon on his back, I watched as a few rainbow colored feathers fluttered into the wind.
“We took down a knight and two dragons just now.” I stated with more joy than I had originally intended.
Slane nodded his head. “We took down a beast that seemed to be made of stone. These creatures aren’t dragons at all.” He finished as he grabbed his bow.
“Are we doing well?” I questioned, not really wanting to know the answer.
“Better than expected.” He sighed. I nodded.
Sage and Aster both quickly took off to a higher altitude following something we hadn’t been paying attention too. I clung to Aster’s scales as Slane looked like he was enjoying a bicycle ride. When we broke the darkened clouds a roar far more intimidating than one I had ever heard
before ripped through the sky. It sounded again more deafening than the roll of thunder. As much as I didn’t want to meet the dragon that was making those sounds, I knew it was much too late to back down. Slane sat tall upon Sage with his bow drawn, while I flexed myself into
Aster’s neck with my dagger ready.
The heavy beat of wings sounded from the right and my dragons adjusted themselves.
After a moment the heavy beat of wings sounded from behind us causing Sage and Aster to turn again.
Then from the right a very large dragon emerged from the dark wall of clouds. It was covered in fur, its ears were pointed on the top of its massive head, and it looked more like a wolf than a dragon.
I couldn’t help the small gasp that escaped my lips as the dragon opened its mouth and howled again. Slane let loose a volley of arrows into the beast’s back, only fueling its anger more. The next howl it released caused Aster to fall from the height in the sky that we were at, almost as if the sheer sound of it had made his wings stop working. I thought to the last dragon that was able to do that, a winter dragon.
I urged Aster back up through the dark clouds that were alight with fire. Electricity flashed in front of my face as Sage let loose a thunderstorm attack. When I looked down to ensure my dagger was still gripped in my hand I noticed that we had once again cloaked and the wolf-like dragon wouldn’t see our approach until it was too late.
I watched as Sage shielded herself and my brother. Aster flew behind the massive fluffy dragon. It turned as if it could sense us and Aster and Sage’s fire mixed as they unleashed a massive amount of fireballs and flames against the monster in front of us. Slane continued pelting the monster with as many arrows as he could fire.
Just as it appeared the dragon was at its end I watched it heal before my very eyes. When it turned its head up to where the moon would have been and released another glass shattering howl I launched my dagger at its heart. Instantly its eyes zeroed in on me pressed into Aster’s neck, the feral way it lurched in the sky towards us was beautiful and terrifying.
Sage recovered the quickest and zipped through the air slamming her antlers into the wolf-dragon’s side. They tumbled out of view while Aster and I raced behind trying to catch up. As we broke free of the clouds I saw five or six dragons surrounding the falling pair, among them was the hunting shadow, the armored destroyer, and one of my Officer’s dragons Kinnarus. I watched as they all prepared along with their riders to end this dragon, right here, right now, once and for all.
Morphos came into view underneath the fall with Slane on his back, I hadn’t even noticed he had fallen off.
Sage cried out as the attacker ripped into her side with it’s mangled teeth and as if it knew that would personally hurt me it looked up at us approaching it’s flank and roared again. I hadn’t realized how many blows Aster had taken until the moment his body lit up, knowing what was
about to happen I launched myself from his neck and dived into the air below us. As I brushed against the bloodied fur of the menacing dragon that still had Sage grasped into his claws I yanked my dagger from his chest and thrust it into it’s jaw so it would keep its dang mouth shut
for once.
Crashing against Sage I urged her to move, knowing Aster would implode on himself in a second. We both then began our fall towards the ocean below, Sage took control as the explosion above sent a wave of heat towards us. Slane and Morphos were perched on the ground below with four more dragons and their accompanied riders.
I looked around at my beaten and dirty comrades and feared asking if it was over yet.
Just as my third in command was jumped down from his dragon a shadow crossed my face and I turned to see a woman clad in black with flames jumping out of her skin riding a dragon gently wrapped in cloth as if it were a mummy. I was shocked, because I had long ago decided that
what I had seen was simply a play of the way the sun had been setting.
It wasn’t. In the pitch black darkness this woman glowed. Her pure rage burned straight through me, as she watched me I realized what she saw. A girl in a green dress dirtied and bloodied by the carnage around her. A girl with tangled blonde hair sitting on top of a dragon just as messy.
A girl that had prayed for peace and been sent a war. She saw weakness and she adored it.
Her eyes moved to the officer who unleashed his left tomahawk towards her.
She swung her ax right as flames lept out of her dragon’s mouth…
In the moment there was nothing else that could have been done, there was no time to think of what could have happened. To think that even surrounded by five dragons you could still be killed was a reality we all had to face. But the reality I was not ready for was for one of my fellow warriors to be killed.
In the second it took me to fling myself from Sage and into the path of fire heading directly for my friend I realized that this was why I was sent here. I was not weak.
I made sure the eggs got to this village so that these fighters could be trained along side these powerful creatures so that one day they would save us all. I just did not know at the time that today was that day. I was a leader.
I smiled as the flames caressed my legs and trailed up my body, the heat surrounding me in a familiar way. All of the leaves that bloom in the spring eventually must fall anyway. The fire scorched at my armored dress, no more would I need to fight. Just like the darkness that came
with the setting sun, my death would be quick. The guild would fight on around me. My younger brother, ever the protector of me would find how to protect the survivors if anything was left of us after this night of terror. I closed my eyes and could see the burning orange behind my closed
lids.
When I opened them I found myself in my bed covered in a sheen of sweat. Out the window the morning sun was rising.
It was only a dream, no not a dream, a nightmare that had collected all my deepest fears and made them real. I looked around my room and my eyes settled on the calendar, today is the start of the fall season….today the new dragon eggs arrive accompanied by their furious
protectors.
Just like that summer fell into fall, I shook the terror from my mind and walked to my desk.
The scroll on my desk stated the breeds that would now become a part of our dragon world, the flagship dragon, the vengeful gargoyle, the arachnid wyrm, the hybrid monstrosity, and the rageful lycan. And if my nightmare held true, our guild was about to get a whole lot stronger.
I was being forced to fight.
During the spring my brother and I came here as emissaries, our only duty was to ensure the safe passage of the growing butterfly, the spring guardian, the forest stag and the blooming drake eggs. Remembering the time brought a peaceful sensation to me, alas it barely touched
my fingertips before the moment was shattered. The wind shifted blowing my blonde hair in front of the dagger and I glanced one more time at Slane. He watched the horizon with a cold blank stare.
As my two dragons hover closer to me I can feel the tension, the unspoken words of fear roll across the valley followed by the cracking of a thunderstorm brewing. Sage lifts her head and watches the horizon as Aster tucks himself onto the ground nearly turning invisible. My heart
aches over what might happen to them if our plan to stop the delivery of new eggs doesn't work. We are The furthest base out from the mainland, this is our only chance.
“Elci,” Slane says notching an arrow into his bow, “be ready.” Behind him Fae spreads her colorful wings and a single ice crystal slinks down her front razor sharp tooth mirroring Morphos’s frosty look of rage.
A few yards behind Sage’s massive wings I see the pink and green scales of my guild’s dragons. The summer came and went quietly, the Archmages and Knights that accompanied those new devine dragons mixed in with us well. Now we prepared to put it all on the line.
Fifty of us, each with our two strongest dragons, how could we not win? I watched as a horde of winged beasts both beautiful and deadly clogged the sky. With the forty eight members of our guild behind us now I felt stronger. I felt the weight settle on my shoulders, this may not have
been my world before, but now I swore I would protect it.
Shane quickly spoke to our members about the strategy us and the other officers had devised the previous hour. We had been informed this fall would not be like the rest, that the dragons this time around are wild, untamed, and would ultimately change our world forever.I turned back
to the sky. Beyond the ocean, among the orange fire of sunset I watched what appeared as a woman clad in black raising her axe high into the air, the essence of fire splashing her skin.
Aster released a single shot into the sky aimed away from where I had just glimpsed the demonic angel. My eyes narrowed as I watched the way the wind separated itself around a mass of nothing, but I knew better, nothing was a word we used before amassing an army.
“Go.” I stated, my voice could carry for miles. Instantly knights and warriors mounted their dragons and raised into the sky, guards rushed to fire the towers. The calm before the storm was officially over, war had begun.
Shane moving faster than the rest was already upon Morphos in the air with Fae protecting their back flying to where Aster had shot at. I grabbed ahold of Aster’s leg intending to climb up when a white faced woman conjured out of thin air sending a stream of white lightning at Sage. The
rage filled eyes of my hurt dragon zeroed in on the woman. Aster quickly moved over me in front of Sage and a white shield erupted around us. Just as fast as it had happened, the woman was gone.
With the adrenaline coursing through my veins I gripped Aster and launched myself onto his neck. I motioned towards Sage and we three were airborne. The swirl of wings above us deafened me the way a hurricane would have in my old home, but I knew we would not be
needed there with the rest of my team, instead I steered Aster in the direction of the sunset knowing the worst was hiding waiting for darkness.
Within seconds we were above open ocean, under Sage’s wings a fog had gathered and below the surface I could see yellow eyes watching us. I pointed downwards at the moment when Sage saw it too, she unleashed a thunderstorm and dived into the unseen to find the owner of
the yellow eyes.
Aster unleashed several fireballs in front and to the left of us, I feared he would give away our position so I kicked him in the side. Then I saw it. A blue arrow materialized and impaled by it was a dragon. Green then interrupted my vision of the monster.
Through a green veil I watched as the dragon shot at us, knowing when the shield dropped there would be nothing else to keep the attacks from hitting us. I studied the dragon, from his yellow spikes to barely tied on armor he was dripping in blood. His large wings were torn
through in multiple areas. When he fired at us it clung to the shield in a mass of sticky red blood.
Aster twisted underneath me and advanced towards the terrorizing dragon. Sending out testing shots to gauge the opponent's speed. He was ready, once our protection was gone he would fight this beast to the end. I felt every emotion he was feeling, he was strong and I was his
protector. We had many battles before with rogues trying to steal our island’s resources. At this point my dragons and I were undefeated.
As soon as the shield receded so did all the moisture in the air, it was as if no ocean existed below us any longer, it was an eerie and uncomfortable feeling. Aster continued his assault of fireballs with the zombie like dragon paralleling each blow and then we were blasted out of the sky by a wall of sand.
My hair, eyes, and every inch of my skin was raw, either from the wind rushing past or the millions of daggers the dragon had shot at us. Aster was no longer here, I was on my own and I was falling. What happens to an army when the leader fails? Do they fail too?
As I braced myself for the impact the relentless ocean would inflict upon my body I felt the soft brush of a feathered wing, before I could grab on, however, it was gone. I gave a soft low whistle hoping and praying that it was Sage I had felt, but after a moment I knew it wasn’t.
A strong hand grasped my arm and a butterfly like wing lifted me. As I was forced onto the dragons purple back recognition set in and Slane’s cool face came into view. I noticed his natural calm was broken in a mask of fear. “Elci? What happened?”
“The dragons they brought here are not eggs, they are already hatched, Sage took on one and I haven’t seen her since. Aster and I were attacked and I was knocked off.” I breathlessly explained. In the bubble of my brothers protection I felt safe and that is when I finally noticed the
roars of dragons and the bang of cannons. While in the sky it was hard to place where we were, but I knew we had come much closer to our base while Aster and I were battling the dragon.
“Sage is with Fae, when I didn’t see you with Sage we flew to find you.” Slane stated while Morphos snorted in agreement.
“We aren’t doing well.” Slane whispered.
I nodded, the only dragons stronger than mine in our guild were Slane’s. If I wasn’t able to get the upperhand I doubted anyone else could. It was like a living nightmare. We soared quickly to where Sage and Fae were toying with a garnet colored dragon, Fae would freeze it and Sage
then unleashed a torrential downpour on it. Before we were close enough for Sage to see me the enemy dragon had fallen unconscious and dropped from view.
I squeeze Slane’s shoulder and stood up on Morphos’s back. No words would change the fact we had the losing hand, so I jumped from the dragon without another word. While in the air I watched as Sage noticed me and cocked her head to one side before zooming underneath me.
“Aster.” I breathed and grabbed firmly to her antler before the world turned into a blur. We flew quickly and Sage lit the way with a tornado of flames. A dragon passed over her right wing and intended to bite her, it might have succeeded if I hadn’t ripped through its wing with my dagger.
It fell from the sky with a screech.
Finally a flowery dragon came into view, my Aster was holding her own against the bleeding dragon. They flew back and forth attacking each other with a ferocity I hadn’t known Aster possessed. Sage tucked her wings against her body and swan dived towards them right as
Aster vanished and was nearly invisible. Sage’s hoof came crashing down upon the bleeding dragon's head, causing a waterfall of blood to paint the sky. It turned its head towards us as a thunderstorm erupted around us. Aster came back into view and finished the bleeding dragon
off in a fiery blast effectively healing himself as well.
I sat perched on my dragon feeling like a queen as the blood soaked monster crashed into the ocean below. I glanced towards the base to see that perhaps we had finally got a break in this war. I felt the glimmer of hope form, only for it to be extinguished when I heard a cry for help
from below, I motioned for Sage to take me down.
Hanging about six yards off the ground I let go of Sage and crashed into a heap by a fire turret. Giving myself a second to catch my breathe I got up and scrambled into the building. Rounding the corner I came face to face with a knight that did not belong to my side. His purple robes
hung off his armor in a way that indicated he had worn it for years. I pulled my dagger and backed up quickly before looking at his face.
There was no face, in all the nightmares I had had as a child I vividly recalled you could never put a face on evil. His bones smiled at me and I turned to rush for the way I had come, only to be grabbed from the doorway and pulled out by a long hairy leg.
As I dangled upside down I noticed Aster laying on the ground breathing shallowly and Sage was fighting a gray dragon with what looked like stitch marks along its side to keep it away from Aster. The ground began shaking with a force unlike any other and I threw my dagger with
precision and force at the dragon causing it. As it dropped Sage turned her attention to me, but I waved her off.
“So are you the cause of this madness?” a deep gravely broken voice called as the knight came out of the turret door.
I remained silent.
The knight watched me with glowing purple eyes. “Do you know what happens when Kharnyx kills a dragon lord?” he asked tauntingly.
When I didn’t answer him he took it for I didn’t know and gave me an answer anyway, “He turns them into something so much more powerful.” He winked as he finished his sentence and drew a large double edge blade from its sheath.
The dragon that had been holding me turned slightly and looked into my face with its multiple eyes and I watched Sage approach from behind it before it turned me back towards the undead knight. I could feel my hair swishing against the ground before the dragon dropped me
altogether and turn to confront Sage.
I righted myself quickly and sprinted from the knight to retrieve my dagger out of the fallen dragon. When I turned I saw he planned to rip my heart out.
His sword was positioned over Asters rising and falling chest. His bony face curved into a menacing grin.
I froze and watched him. He in turn watched me. “I think we can come to an agreement now, call a cease fire and I’ll spare your pathetic little dragons life.”
“No.” I said with no hesitation, how I wish instead I had said yes, yes a million times, of course. Aster wouldn’t allow me to do that, he would rather die than give up a fight. I took a step back as if in defeat and he raised his blade as he straightened to watch me.
I smiled back at him, he didn’t know what my “pathetic little dragon” was capable of, I smiled so widely that I bared my teeth when I watched Aster take his final breath.
When my dragon dies, he comes back to life.
Everything in my view erupted into red flames, the knight, the dragon’s body I was standing beside, all of it was red. After a moment my eyes adjusted and Aster was standing before me with his neck low for me to grab on. I hoisted myself onto him quickly and we catapulted into the
dragon fighting Sage.
Once we finished with him I could tell the sky was considerable less crowded, which could only mean one thing, one side was winning. Which one?
A howl broke through the noise around us. The hair on my arms stood on end as I glanced around the sky looking for the source. Sage flew below Aster to protect his belly from any below attacks while I kept my head on swivel looking for the source of the bone chilling noise that was
so loud it made everything else quiet.
I turned towards the familiar voice calling my name, “Elci!”
Behind us was Morphos carrying my brother on his tail and Fae draped across his back. The panic that was bubbling up inside of me was quieted by Fae raising her head to look my way. After they got closer Slane jumped onto Sage’s back and yelled for Morphos to take Fae to the
Den to be treated. I watched my brothers shaking hand as he patted Sage on the neck. And looked to watch Morphos fly with a broken dragon on his back, I watched as a few rainbow colored feathers fluttered into the wind.
“We took down a knight and two dragons just now.” I stated with more joy than I had originally intended.
Slane nodded his head. “We took down a beast that seemed to be made of stone. These creatures aren’t dragons at all.” He finished as he grabbed his bow.
“Are we doing well?” I questioned, not really wanting to know the answer.
“Better than expected.” He sighed. I nodded.
Sage and Aster both quickly took off to a higher altitude following something we hadn’t been paying attention too. I clung to Aster’s scales as Slane looked like he was enjoying a bicycle ride. When we broke the darkened clouds a roar far more intimidating than one I had ever heard
before ripped through the sky. It sounded again more deafening than the roll of thunder. As much as I didn’t want to meet the dragon that was making those sounds, I knew it was much too late to back down. Slane sat tall upon Sage with his bow drawn, while I flexed myself into
Aster’s neck with my dagger ready.
The heavy beat of wings sounded from the right and my dragons adjusted themselves.
After a moment the heavy beat of wings sounded from behind us causing Sage and Aster to turn again.
Then from the right a very large dragon emerged from the dark wall of clouds. It was covered in fur, its ears were pointed on the top of its massive head, and it looked more like a wolf than a dragon.
I couldn’t help the small gasp that escaped my lips as the dragon opened its mouth and howled again. Slane let loose a volley of arrows into the beast’s back, only fueling its anger more. The next howl it released caused Aster to fall from the height in the sky that we were at, almost as if the sheer sound of it had made his wings stop working. I thought to the last dragon that was able to do that, a winter dragon.
I urged Aster back up through the dark clouds that were alight with fire. Electricity flashed in front of my face as Sage let loose a thunderstorm attack. When I looked down to ensure my dagger was still gripped in my hand I noticed that we had once again cloaked and the wolf-like dragon wouldn’t see our approach until it was too late.
I watched as Sage shielded herself and my brother. Aster flew behind the massive fluffy dragon. It turned as if it could sense us and Aster and Sage’s fire mixed as they unleashed a massive amount of fireballs and flames against the monster in front of us. Slane continued pelting the monster with as many arrows as he could fire.
Just as it appeared the dragon was at its end I watched it heal before my very eyes. When it turned its head up to where the moon would have been and released another glass shattering howl I launched my dagger at its heart. Instantly its eyes zeroed in on me pressed into Aster’s neck, the feral way it lurched in the sky towards us was beautiful and terrifying.
Sage recovered the quickest and zipped through the air slamming her antlers into the wolf-dragon’s side. They tumbled out of view while Aster and I raced behind trying to catch up. As we broke free of the clouds I saw five or six dragons surrounding the falling pair, among them was the hunting shadow, the armored destroyer, and one of my Officer’s dragons Kinnarus. I watched as they all prepared along with their riders to end this dragon, right here, right now, once and for all.
Morphos came into view underneath the fall with Slane on his back, I hadn’t even noticed he had fallen off.
Sage cried out as the attacker ripped into her side with it’s mangled teeth and as if it knew that would personally hurt me it looked up at us approaching it’s flank and roared again. I hadn’t realized how many blows Aster had taken until the moment his body lit up, knowing what was
about to happen I launched myself from his neck and dived into the air below us. As I brushed against the bloodied fur of the menacing dragon that still had Sage grasped into his claws I yanked my dagger from his chest and thrust it into it’s jaw so it would keep its dang mouth shut
for once.
Crashing against Sage I urged her to move, knowing Aster would implode on himself in a second. We both then began our fall towards the ocean below, Sage took control as the explosion above sent a wave of heat towards us. Slane and Morphos were perched on the ground below with four more dragons and their accompanied riders.
I looked around at my beaten and dirty comrades and feared asking if it was over yet.
Just as my third in command was jumped down from his dragon a shadow crossed my face and I turned to see a woman clad in black with flames jumping out of her skin riding a dragon gently wrapped in cloth as if it were a mummy. I was shocked, because I had long ago decided that
what I had seen was simply a play of the way the sun had been setting.
It wasn’t. In the pitch black darkness this woman glowed. Her pure rage burned straight through me, as she watched me I realized what she saw. A girl in a green dress dirtied and bloodied by the carnage around her. A girl with tangled blonde hair sitting on top of a dragon just as messy.
A girl that had prayed for peace and been sent a war. She saw weakness and she adored it.
Her eyes moved to the officer who unleashed his left tomahawk towards her.
She swung her ax right as flames lept out of her dragon’s mouth…
In the moment there was nothing else that could have been done, there was no time to think of what could have happened. To think that even surrounded by five dragons you could still be killed was a reality we all had to face. But the reality I was not ready for was for one of my fellow warriors to be killed.
In the second it took me to fling myself from Sage and into the path of fire heading directly for my friend I realized that this was why I was sent here. I was not weak.
I made sure the eggs got to this village so that these fighters could be trained along side these powerful creatures so that one day they would save us all. I just did not know at the time that today was that day. I was a leader.
I smiled as the flames caressed my legs and trailed up my body, the heat surrounding me in a familiar way. All of the leaves that bloom in the spring eventually must fall anyway. The fire scorched at my armored dress, no more would I need to fight. Just like the darkness that came
with the setting sun, my death would be quick. The guild would fight on around me. My younger brother, ever the protector of me would find how to protect the survivors if anything was left of us after this night of terror. I closed my eyes and could see the burning orange behind my closed
lids.
When I opened them I found myself in my bed covered in a sheen of sweat. Out the window the morning sun was rising.
It was only a dream, no not a dream, a nightmare that had collected all my deepest fears and made them real. I looked around my room and my eyes settled on the calendar, today is the start of the fall season….today the new dragon eggs arrive accompanied by their furious
protectors.
Just like that summer fell into fall, I shook the terror from my mind and walked to my desk.
The scroll on my desk stated the breeds that would now become a part of our dragon world, the flagship dragon, the vengeful gargoyle, the arachnid wyrm, the hybrid monstrosity, and the rageful lycan. And if my nightmare held true, our guild was about to get a whole lot stronger.
The winner, carrying 55% of the vote was "The Nightmare"!
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