As the sun began to set, we arrived at Valysar. I ensured that no one could spot Anarion before instructing him to descend. Afterwards, I suggested he rest and hunt if he felt hungry, although he shouldn't have been, given the number of fish he consumed during our journey. He growled, almost as if he took offense at my thoughts. Glutton. It appears I must start walking soon, or I won't make it in time for supper at the inns.
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After a while, as I approa...
With Anarion's mighty leap and the powerful flaps of his wings, we ascend into the sky. Only seconds pass, yet I have no desire to return to the ground. The sensation of soaring through the clouds, watching towers that once loomed large now shrink beneath us, is indescribable. The formidable energy rolling off Anarion's body is unforgettable, a memory to cherish for a lifetime. I now grasp why dragon lords deem themselves superior to other mortals; from this vantage point, whether you are a l...
2024-09-09 04:45:20 +0000 UTC View PostIt seems upon my arrival here; my luck has taken a turn for the better. In the trunk, I discovered the Dragonhorn. Known in High Valyrian as "Dragonbinder," this mystical and powerful artifact is linked to the ancient Valyrians. From what I understand, it possesses the ability to bind and control dragons, a power that was greatly desired by families of lower status.
The use of the dragonhorn was not much because certain families had rituals to counteract its effects. However, those...
My gaze fell upon a magnificent entity sprawled in the cave. Anarion's sleek, powerful body was covered in metallic scales that shimmered in the light. His massive wings boasted intricate webbing and robust muscles. Two large horns, shaped like those of a ram, adorned his head, surrounded by many smaller ones. His whip-like tail was capable of delivering potent strikes, serving as both a weapon and a tool for maneuvering. I understood why some in this world say, "Targaryens are closer to gods...
2024-09-09 04:43:09 +0000 UTC View PostAs I awoke, memories of what had transpired began to flood my mind. I looked around, ensuring that what I remembered wasn't a figment of my imagination, a wild fancy born from lingering in the void. The room I found myself in was the kind one might expect of a medieval king's chamber, luxurious and grand. As my gaze wandered, I was suddenly besieged by memories of the room—where and why I had placed my belongings. It was only when I snapped out of this trance-like state that I realized thes...
2024-09-09 04:41:53 +0000 UTC View PostAs I close a book that I was reading I couldn't help but sigh. I want to desperately meet George R.R. Martin or some author anyone would do and ask them WTF! how do they create a new world form just creativity of mind and nothing else. I don't much about how they write, or they take help from others. But writing one fanfic give me headaches and after some time I can't continue my work. And they wrote five-seven books and are not out of some ideas.
Well, let me introduce myself...