fantasy-dragon

"Dragons all,
Những câu chuyện về rồng we.
Call beyond
Time and Space.

Gentle Air,
Grant us wind.
Lift we our wings
In exaltation.

Fierce Fire,
Keep us strong.
Our breath which
Keeps enemies at bay.

Strong Earth,
Give us dens.
bạn make our
Nests and tombs.

Noble Time,
Keep us young.

Beautiful Water,
Fill our rivers.

Life and Death,
Watch our souls.

Powerful Magic,
Fuel our bodies.

Great Draco,
Our souls are yours.

Những câu chuyện về rồng all,
Những câu chuyện về rồng we.

Now we fly
'Gainst our ancient Foe.

Great Ones,
From beyond the stars,
We call to You."

    The song came out of nowhere, caressing Karaza’s mind,...

The sound of a ngọn lửa, chữa cháy wakes Karaza. She opens her eyes a slit and looks toward the sound. Two grizzled men are staring into the night while talking.
    “I swear, it’s the end of the world, there are those evil Những câu chuyện về rồng and all these demons wandering around, they give me the creeps.”
    “Of course they creep bạn out, they’re monsters! I heard that if they catch bạn they take bạn to their mines and put bạn under a spell so that bạn can’t stop working, no matter how tired bạn are, bạn just keep going until bạn drop. And when the demons find you...

"Easy does it…that's it. He's got your girl. He's headed back to his foul nest. Shoot him now, hoặc you'll never see her again." The old man was clearly drunk, but he knew his stuff.
The boy lined up the arrowhead with the sackcloth dragon's heart. He released the string, sending the Mũi tên xanh flying towards the beast. The boy had aimed true, for the sackcloth dragon now had an Mũi tên xanh in his heart.
The old man took a huge swig from his mug. Learning to kill Những câu chuyện về rồng was hard. Living with the old man was harder. He told constant stories of the Những câu chuyện về rồng he had killed, drank constantly, and never failed...