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Down from the billowing mass of clouds, the earth seemed to breathe in unity, as it continued its silent, peaceful rest. Above the cloud was a different scene. Beneath the large glowing moon, the wide, starry sky, which shone like fireflies on a canvas, and the occasional shooting star, the strong numbers of the Arquailum tribe ventured on. High enough not to lose any visual contact; low enough as to escape any potential threats. A perfect path to paradise. Within this tribe was the proud chief Ci'cha, who swiftly led the flight, signalling directions to the rest of his people. Always keeping watch, always looking for certain signs. His head

He waited on the highest point where there the stars shone brightest. The contrast against the black abysmal sky couldn't be more beautiful. The night wasn't at all creepy among the gloom where the wind blew the blades of grass in a warm breeze. If it weren't for the gaps overhead, he would definitely be able to see the colour of the pettles that rested gently on the ground beneath this tree, and only made out the simple shape of a flower among many. He picked the closest one, in hopes that his laziness would not be noticed. Something moved closer to him. He could hear the soft crunch of grass and the gentle footsteps caught his attention, n

"Have you ever wanted a pet dragon? Who hasn't, right? Well, my friend, this is your lucky day! For just a small fee of two thousand dollarees, you can purchase your very own beast of the west! Or, if you're lucky, a unique kind of scaly friend of your own for five thousand!" The man smiled to the crowd under his neatly combed hair, pointy ears and well-fitted suit. They all clapped and parted to parts of the large store. Echoes and roars and bustling customers could be heard all around. He walked by a man carrying a cat with three eyes and was immediately stopped. "Hey boys! What'll it be today?" "Thanks. But we don't have that kind of mon

He jolted upwards and the book on his covers went flying off the side of the bed, its pages closed and a green bookmark lying a foot away from its position. It was that same dream again, the dream that had come to him one night and hadn't left him for a month of two now. It also happened to be in the exact same order every night: A group of people would be standing above and around him overlooking him in a landscape of chaos and utter destruction from a city unlike anything he'd seen before, then the scene would change and a fire that seemed to represent true fear in any form would be burning a dark-blue, almost black colour on top of what ap

The darkness swam around me like a ice-cold sheet of the blackest shade. To my left, a wall of black. My right was no different. But fortunately for me, the moonlight made it enduring, shapes forming odd silhouettes, but only just visible. Yet still never enough to calm the stressful situation. No memory of where I am. No memory of where I'm going. No memory of, well, anything. If I were being honest, I'd even say that I don't actually know who I was, or more importantly, what I was. I can't even decide if it was either hours or days before I ever saw anything apart from the black that was now my life. When did I last eat... or drink somethi