12 (Poetry Sunday)

Image: Really need a bigger boat by Atriedes
Image: Really need a bigger boat by Atriedes

The ride was not too long
The fog was misty, warm
That’s when we heard thundering footsteps

I looked overhead and saw
Dropships, flying dragons,
and their walking machines

I ran into the cargo hold to fetch
Mother
She was asleep under the blankets
I told her what I saw, and she
Ran up to see for herself

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12 (Poetry Sunday)

Dragons of Atlanta: Day 1-4

Because I couldn't find a better image
Why did I pick this image? Because I couldn’t find a better one and nobody makes fan art for my stories.

Day One: After the War

Hello to whoever sees this. I’ll be keeping a video diary, it’s something I’ve always wanted to do. Well, it’s raining today and the bombings have ended. I saw a few dragons in the sky but Kim told me not to peek out the windows.

We’ve…uh…taken in a few survivors and their Dragonling. They’re an old couple, kinda like hillbillies. Rhonda, she’s a bit on the chubby side, and her husband, Ralph, say they know where to find fresh food. Kim and I will be heading out with them tomorrow. The last time I had an apple was…fourteen days ago. I was cautious at first about their black dragon, but they said the dragon can’t use telepathy and is loyal to them. And you can probably see the thing behind me. He’s as ugly as hell. I’ve never seen a dragon like him; he’s not like the others. Those whiskers make him look like a fat cat. He won’t stop glaring at me. **sigh** Well, I think It’s time I turned in. Goodbye America.


Day Two: Food Search

Darrel: Good lord! Right over there…right by Cunnery Point! It’s standing right there! Don’t move.

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Dragons of Atlanta: Day 1-4

Dragons of Atlanta: Day Zero-One

Dragons of Atlanta

We’ve been getting reports from all over about dragon attacks in major cities. Folks have even sent in videos and in the ones I saw, I could see barbed tentacles coming from the sky and digging into the Earth. They were pulling strange pillars from under the ground! They had this technology the whole time and we were busy chasing UFOs while the real aliens were with us!

I heard Georgia was the fourth city to go down, but everyone says it was Rome that was destroyed first. I heard that the Georgia Gate Defenses was crippled by a giant serpent that was delivered via dropship. The dang thing was wider than the city itself and it literally melted the wall when it breathed fire. How could such a creature exist?

When the wall was down all the dragons started moving in with sacks, canisters, and ship-pods. Hundreds of medium-sized dragons were kidnapping people while the other dragons were dealing with help from the military.

At first I wondered why didn’t they attack from above? Why come through the gates? And then it came to me: They needed to protect the ground troops, so moving in together would make them a stronger force on initial attack and then they could get to kidnapping humans.

We are getting reports from all over the world about these attacks. People like me—regular humans—here at International Dragon Society do not know what to do. All over this rotting planet the dragons were kidnapping humans and taking them to their god and decimating our armies. If only we were smart enough to exploit their weaknesses…

No wait—I heard we tried that already—it failed…

What they have in weaknesses they make up for in numbers, strategy, tactics and army power. They work together and they’re a species that is not based around fighting. I guess studying Dragonism pays off.

*sigh*

God help us all

This is Darrell Kingman, signing off

——CAMERA SHUTOFF. PROGRAM TERMINATION——

Dragons of Atlanta: Day Zero-One

Prologue 00: Remembering (Fragments of a Dragon’s Memories)

Remembering… (Fragments of a Dragon’s Memories)

This was suppose to be posted as the first Prologue -_-

Silly me.

This is Ashuton’s past childhood, a distant memory of the torture a dragon shifter endures, even in their home country.

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Rome, 1737

He was on his hands and knees and stripped of his clothing. He didn’t commit the crime but they let their prejudice towards his mother cloud their minds. He looked down at the stairs, then at the bowl of scolding hot water. He looked at those elegant windows, three on each side and the giant door to divide them. The bright morning light shone in beautiful rays, but to him everything seemed gray. He looked at the water again and his eyes became teary.

Ashuton gritted his teeth, ready to receive the worst pain of his life. She slowly poured the water onto his back, and he couldn’t refrain from yelling. Camella hated to watch him in pain, so she turned her head away from the scene but she found it sadistic that she was thinking his yells of pain were seductive. Ida wanted the pain to last long. She wanted him to suffer.

Ida spoke cruelly, “You heal fast. Don’t worry if the water scars your back. Those will be gone, just like your mother.”

Once it was empty, Ida lowered herself to his level.

“Hopefully now you will realize who you need to respect, Scalebreath.”

Ridley did nothing to stop the treason and neither did the maids. Ashuton couldn’t hold himself; he fell down on the cold floors. The feeling of the water made him cringe. He couldn’t turn his eyes fully red nor green. Only his pupils turned a faded red color and his tears trickled into his mouth. The sting of the water, the agony, the shame, it all felt like needles piercing into his back and stealing away droplets of his life.

“Take him away.” Said Ida.

The swordsmen grabbed the boy by his arms and took him out of the Praying Room.

This was the life that Ashuton had become accustomed to when his mother and father were away on political business. He couldn’t seem to muster up the courage to tell them about how they tortured him.

Thomas and Charlie, his caring older brothers, rushed to their crying brother as he was carelessly hauled into the bedroom. The door slammed shut, causing a rude awakening in Thomas. In the room, in the seclusion of the comfort of his brothers, Ashuton could cry out his pain.

Charlie comfortingly spoke to his brother as he cried hysterically in his arms, “One day, pieto, one day, they will pay for all the hell they caused you.”

Thomas shook his head in shame and tried to suppress his oncoming anger, “they make a mockery of us. If they truly knew what we could do, errrr…sarebbero morti per mano del drago! I have to kill them…I have to…I must!”

Thomas bawled his fists as he contemplated the decisions floating in his mind.

“We must abide by the rules of the Moral Code,” said Charlie, “A dragon must never kill.”

Thomas angrily protested, “Why should I have to abide by those rules? Look at how they are torturing us—torturing Ashuton—it can’t go on.”

“You may be right; Tommy, but we can’t risk it. The council could have us thrown into the ca—”

“Stop it.”

Ashuton gazed at Charlie with those ruby red eyes of his.

“Please, stop talking.”

Such a simple command had a very deep meaning. That simple command gave notice to how damaged Ashuton was becoming. The three boys would stay in that room all day until Aaron and Seraphina returned. They would never speak of the recent events, nor would they mention a sliver of it. Their other siblings would never know…

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Prologue 00: Remembering (Fragments of a Dragon’s Memories)

Last Kingdom

Last Kingdom

 

The newspapers were carried off by the loving wind

A storm was blossoming in the skies as the clouds slowly turned gray

The streets were vacant, empty of anything living except stray animals

Buildings were deserted, no sign of life living inside them

A couch stayed overturned

A bowl of popcorn was left untouched

The cash register was a broken mess on the floor

And money was no longer needed because there would be no one there to use it

Everything was free because nobody owned it

The giant tentacles were still digging up the pillars from beneath

They were still hard at work, descending from the clouds to pick up the pieces

On the outside, where everything was quiet, there was a sign of life at the towers

Thousands, maybe millions, were forced behind fences

The Dragon overlord told them the next step for evolution was arriving

There were outcries, but they did not understand

Why did they hate them so much?

As the days went by, the few dragon gods on Earth had expanded themselves

They melded and created for the sake of preservation

When the towers had been fully constructed, people were allowed back into their cities

Some world leaders expressed interest in revenge while others wanted to leave it alone

The Emperor of Antonin made a public speech, apologizing for his son’s actions

But he thought about it…Ashuton had every right to do it

So he took his words back and said the dragons suffered long enough

And that he failed to quickly act to quell their suffering

As days progressed to years, and things died out, humanity had returned to what it once was

But those towers above the cities were a permanent part of the landscape

There were skirmishes here and there

And there were those that wished to bring down the Dragon Empire

Those “radicals” could not see that the dragons were directing Earth towards greatness

Last Kingdom