The Dragon Hunter
Carefully, Shara limbered her bow as she leaned against the tree. She had to be careful. She'd had this bow for a very long time, and she needed it. She was an adventurer, but she hadn't been able to form a party. As such, only the solo missions from the guild had given her funds for food, weapons, and armor. Unfortunately, those didn't pay very well, and her purse was always lean. Checking her purse, she found she had spent her last copper. Sighing, she headed into town to reach the Guild. Pulling on her leather vest, leggings, and soft leather boots, she strapped her bow and quiver to her back, preparing for civil
The Boy and his Monster
She stalked through the forest, silent, powerful, monstrous. She flexed and retracted her razor sharp claws, eager for the hunt. She stalked on her four legs, calmly questing for a scent. Her broad, powerful shoulders thrust aside the undergrowth, moving with rhythmic precision. The spines on her back quivered as she caught the sounds of a small creature. Her horns tingled as she crouched, as her rear and powerful tail twitched in the air behind her. With a shout, she gave a powerful leap.
She screeched to a halt, displeased with her quarry. It was a human child, a male. She did not hunt humans, it only lea
Naya
My life is a pendulum swinging from heaven and hell. That sounded more than a little cliché, and quite vague. Let me explain it a little further.
My life used to be quite good. I'm a 24 year old college student living at home. I live in a two-story house in a good neighborhood. There's plenty of room, a pool in the backyard, a climbing tree in the front yard, 4-bedroom, 3-bath. We could always get whatever we needed, and quite a bit that we wanted. There was always food on the table.
Then everything started to fail. We had house damage.
One Stroke
"Honey, I'm home," Tom said as he entered his cabin. He was carrying his young son, Marcus, as they had just returned from a happy forest adventure. "I found Marcus. He was just fine."
"That's wonderful," Elena proclaimed, rushing out from the kitchen, scooping Marcus form Tom's arms and cuddling him close. After a while just holding him, she set him in his bed and tucked him in. Afterwards, she sat down at the table and addressed her husband. "Dear, we may have a problem."
Tom sat down at the table, setting his sword aside. "What is it, dear?"
"There are reporters around again." She sighed deeply. "Those monster s