Forgotten Songs Fantasy

Category: Journeys

The Journeys Anthology short story collection of Forgotten Songs.

  • Fly

    v.1.1.0

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    Looking down was scary. Especially since Vuorruuzuu had never flown before. Calling it “flying” was maybe a little bit of a stretch. Drakes could actually only glide using their webbed, leathery wings, but to Vuorruuzuu it felt like so much more.

    The cool winds of autumn caressed the topaz yellow scales covering her entire toned body, from her snout and long neck over her arms and torso, as well as her strong legs and finned tail. But the chill was counteracted by the slight warmth that the shining suns provided. The day was clear and beautiful, and, while scary, Vuoruuzuu could see all of the world below. So much she had never explored; from the still-green cedar trees directly beneath her, far over the oceans and new lands, across the tallest mountains all trying their best to reach her as she sailed atop the winds.

    Had it always been this easy? It was over 50 years ago that Vuorruuzuu’s clutch mates had learned to utilise their wings, and yet her own had always been loose and useless. But now? Now nothing could hold the young adult Dragon back. She simply stretched her lean arms and legs, and the wings in between flexed instinctively. Same for the fins on her tail, making steering just about the smallest problem in the world.

    The freedom up here in the sky was almost magical. And Vuorruuzuu couldn’t wait to write down all of her findings in her journal. She looked to her belt and made sure that it, and her trusty ink bottle, was fastly secured.

    SCREEECH!

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  • Danger

    v.1.3.1

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    Parthiizaax never really liked Humans. They were prejudiced, greedy, and he knew what atrocities they were capable of, even to their own kind. Indeed, he didn’t know a single Human’s name despite it being a handful of years since he settled so close to Ashencross. But they didn’t like him either, nor did they know his name. At most the townsfolk tolerated him, only acknowledging Parthiizaax’s presence when they needed healing for injuries that their precious Teachings of the Five Pillars shouldn’t know about. Or when he sold them fireblossoms so they could easily start their ovens and furnaces. Still, though, no one had turned him in to the Templars yet. That he had to give to the Humans.

    He rarely went into town for those reasons. It was only when he absolutely needed something or to study the rituals at the large Temple of the Five Pillars. Parthiizaax found religion immensely fascinating. The followers of such dogmas seemed to share a strong bond even if what was preached seemed rather illogical to a Dragon.

    However, the massive explosion coming from Ashencross was something he simply could not ignore. 

    It had been late in the afternoon when Parthiizaax was watering the sweet-smelling, deep orange fireblossoms, a little belated from his usual routine, and the sound of violent thunder had come crashing. As a curious Parthiizaax turned his head, the shockwave followed.

    The force caught his webbed and leather-like wings and moved him a surprising amount, leaving deep claw marks in the stamped ground as proof. Parthiizaax’ wings had gone unused for such a long time that the meeting with the shockwave actually left them a little sore where they joined his body, all the way from wrist to ankle.

    And finally, after Parthiizaax had managed to gather himself ever so slightly, the rain and dirt came falling from what had been an otherwise clear summer’s day.

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  • Calamity

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    The fires in the candles lit up. So did the flames of the fireplace. They always did that when Hu’orhun was agitated. Furious might be a better word, judging by the roars coming from the hearth. In fact, the heat was getting a little too much, even for a Dwarf, so Tu’wehan took a step away from the blazes. He looked at his wife with apprehensive hazel eyes.

    ‘You are NOT leaving!’ Hu’orhun almost shouted, trying to get some of her fiery red hair, those strands that always eluded her braid, under control. She was standing by their dinner table made of solid, dark granite. The matching granite chair, she was sitting on moments earlier, had been toppled over when she jumped to her feet in anger.

    Hu’orhun let out an irritated groan as she gave up on the flaming red locks, turning her attention back to Tu’wehan. ‘By the Slumbering Giants, who put this stupid idea into your head?’ Hu’orhun asked. The stare following the question was so intense it seemed as if she was trying to light her husband on fire that very second.

    Tu’wehan looked at the black leather jerkin in his hands. He was wearing his brown one already on top of a dark green linen shirt, ready to leave as soon as he was done packing. His grey, woollen travel cloak was hanging by the door.

    ‘The Chapiters and their entourage are leaving Zhi’Na Qien to spread the Teachings of the Five Pillars to more lands and they are in dire need of craftsmen. So, I figured I would lend them my skills as an Iron Artisan,’ Tu’wehan explained as he placed the black jerkin in his travel chest.

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