“You are under arrest mage, come peacefully.” The Slayer announced, as a couple city guard aided the private guards in carrying off the slaver, who was still shouting incoherently… The wyvern took this occasion to glide off and out of the way… “Arrest?” Erik asked, his lips trembling as he grinned out of fury. “You wish to cage me?” He asked, …

“Nerick, my friend. Do not move a muscle.” Simon said with a pale expression as the young Wyvern lay hissing at them. With long dark-blue spiky scales, hook-like claws on its hind-feet and scissor-like claws sprouting out of its winged front feet. It was hugging Nerick’s waistline, hanging onto his belt and armour. It showed off its dark green fangs …

Thea opened her eyes, finding herself flying through a sea of lights. An endless ocean of bright misty light, from green to gold, blue to white. The light rushed past her, as she was pulled with. A speed she could not determine as she felt neither air rush past nor saw any terrain to tell. But she did notice that …

Thea stood ready, her specially made gunblade in hand. With her were three dozen villagers and another swordsman from her platoon, armed with as much armour as they could gather and wielding the best weapons at their disposal. She glanced to her side, “Here they come.” She told Victus, her second in command. A large dark-skinned man wielding a shield …

Erik walked out into the village’s dirt roads, seeing hundreds of villagers standing around with Thea and five other knights at their lead. Lioness immediately rushed to grip onto Thea, as she approached Erik alongside the other knights. “Erik, these are my comrades in arms.” Thea began gesturing at each, “My younger sister, Kayle Selene.” Kayle was shorter than Thea …

Smothering heat radiated all around him, flames rising so high that they reached the cavern’s ceiling. Falls of lava made the walls while obsidian pillar-like platforms rose from molten rock that made the floor below. Erikathyr, a wingless drake with pure white scales, golden horns, claws and fangs. He spun about on his pillar, as the ones standing on the …

“I swear upon my kind, wretched demon spawn, if you’ve been guiding me astray…” Erik grumbled as he trod forward, a walking stick in one hand and a limbless imp in the other. Another three days had passed of him following the creature’s directions. “N-Never! Trix show master the way!” The imp frantically assured. Erik stopped briefly, raising the creature …

Starvation, that sense of emptiness filled Erik’s stomach as he traversed the deadlands. His body feeling weak, his legs wishing they could give away. For three days Erik walked, sheer willpower forcing him forward. “I won’t die like this…” he promised himself, a dragon’s pride burning within his human heart. He trod forward, dry earth beneath him while he moved …

Rage, an emotion that burned so much brighter than anger, yet fiercer than the coldness of hatred. It filled his heart as he stood staring down at his now human hands. “Curse those heroes…” he clenched both hands into fists, as he ground his teeth with one another. “How could…A human? Me?” With a clear tone of disbelief, he fell …