Superhero

Superhero

Short Story

The city became a star-field once night fell. More often than not, she finds herself in the dark pockets between the buzzing glow of city lights. Once upon a time, she hunted knights and kings. Now, she was left to prey upon the scum of society. Those whose absence would be noted with relief but that no one would miss. Gone were the days of knights seeking to bring a blade to her neck and come the days where projectiles came after her faster than she could dodge them. So, she sticks to the shadows, the places people still don't want to look.

The Oldest Egg

The Oldest Egg

A short story

Companion piece to: The Foundling

There is a rather curious thing in the oldest hatching grounds. An egg that never hatched yet did not go rancid and did not show any other signs of decay. Young dragons, once they leave the nest, often go upon learning of it to see the curiosity for themselves. Rumors circulate that it can even grant wishes and the lure of having their dreams made true draws those that would not otherwise be interested. 

The Foundling

The Foundling

A very short story

Some dragons, have the ability to change their shape, or rather create a pocket dimension inside of a human skin. A few of the older dragons can grow a human skin based on their long experiences with the species, some can create human dolls that they can see and act through while retaining their original shape. However, the youngest dragons can achieve the result by animating a corpse or stealing its skin if they have learned either art from one of their caretakers. In rare cases, a young unlearned dragon may achieve the result by stealing the mind of an impressionable human being. However, the dragon may then forget that it is a dragon and believe itself to be human as their true body hibernates.

Note: Written in two hours and unrefined but comments and critique are still welcome.


Related Pieces: The Oldest Egg