Leviatis

Wind blew through the dry grassy fields of Ag-Primus. The evening was peaceful, as it always was in the great plains of this world, and the setting sun made the grass-like plants shimmer in its light. In the distance was a line of trees marking the start of the Old Forest, it was a holy place for the natives of Ag-Primus, the Ag-Tul. They were a peaceful farming race, their lives revolved around the wellbeing of their crops and the nature of the planet. It seemed as if every Ag-Tul felt a deep love for the natural life of Ag-Primus, it wasn’t hard to see.            Marduke, his creamy green skin with six small horns protruding from h

The clock hits 25 minutes and the large black and green dragon sighs. The whole ship was on edge right now in anticipation of the upcoming battles. This fight would be one for the books, they were headed to the last human colony. Which means all the strength of the humans would be concentrated there. He looked from his seat in the command chair at the deck heads, who were his link to the functions of the ship. He could see the deck head for weapons making sure the plasma weapons would be ready to get primed soon, and engines head making sure they kept a good spead. Leviatis stood up from his chair and took a few steps forward with his arms b

Half an hour and counting. The clock counts down on the screen near the large viewing window. All that is visible outside is the blur of passing stars and the other ships of the greatest fleet ever assembled. The ships name was "Dragons Tears". She was as large as they came back in the day, a whole two hundred twenty-five decks and seven hangers. She bristled with guns, the best the navy had to offer in plasma weapons. Her crew was one of the bravest and brightest, still to this day. Manned by dragons, foxes, and anything in between, she brought the down fall of the human race. She saw more than her fair share of battles, but always came bac

Levi Gods, my wing itches. The dragon prince had been sitting in what looked like a dungeon for what he felt was hours. He woke up in here and sometimes someone would slide food under the door. Not only was the food bad, but it was very cold and he was alone worrying about Chase. His leg was in a splint and his broken wing was in case in some very hard mud. His wing Itched terribly and he could scratch, let alone move it. When he tried the pain made him curl up on the ground. Just as he was getting up the iron door across the room opened and in stepped three figures. The two surrounding the one that seemed to be the leader stepped to the sid

Chase blacked out from the impact for a minute. He sat up and put a hand on his head as a wave pain came over him. He looked at his hand and saw blood. Chase stood up slowly and looked around. They were in the mountains, Chase couldn’t see anything put the tall peaks of the mountains. then he looked down and saw Levi laying against a rock holding his leg and one of his wings bent at an awkward angle. Chase tried to run over to his injured friend, but his head started to spin and hurt like a hot knife was stabbing his head. He stumbled and crawled over to Levi and sat up against the rock holding his head. “Levi, whats hurt?”