When Eliroh, a member of an infamous gang of thieves, is captured by the royal guards, he thinks his life is over. But nothing could have prepared him for the nature of his imprisonment.
I realise how cliche this is, but it is only a first draft. I hope to seriously improve this in the second draft, so any advice would be welcome.
Prisoner -part thirteen- It took longer to reach his room than usual, as Eliroh dragged his feet as he walked. He had learnt a lot about himself over the last few days, things he wished he had never learnt, and now it was forcing him to make a decision that would change his life. Sighing, he tried to look back, to find a time where things had not gone so wrong. It felt like a lifetime since he had just been another Rat, another face in a crowd of thieves. And now he was wanted in a way he had never expected or wanted.Prisoner -part thirteen- by *The-Magic-Within
He reached for the battered, wooden door in front of him, and pushed it open. Walking into his old room, he looked around the familiar setting. Small, cramped, dirty. Being underground there where, naturally, no windows, and the room was only dimly lit by the torches that lined the walls of the corridors outside. The furniture was worn, and cheaply made, and there was not a lot of it; a small bunk in the corner, and a dresser with a cracked porcelain bowl adjacent. Modest, c
Midnight Protection Prologue The rain pounded at his window as Gregion looked out at the people in street, hurrying past the cathedral in a bid to get to their destination quickly. It disgusted him. That they could be so godless in his society, so focused on their own self indulgence, their sinful ways. The way they poisoned their bodies, only cared for their own selfish desires they even allowed vampires into their society. It sickened him.Midnight Protection Prologue by *The-Magic-Within
What his father, the great god of their land, Oran, would think of this. He had the smallest flock in the history of Orani, and everyday it got smaller. Even Gregion, His Child, could not attract a crowd anymore, despite being the closest these people would get to their god in their lifetime.
A knock on the door stirred him from his thoughts.
"Enter," he called, and two men slightly younger than himself entered the room. He recognised them as a couple of pastors, from towns that neighboured the capi
Prisoner -part twelve- Passing them each a mug of hot tea, Taron sat opposite the two young men at the table. They sat in awkward silence for a few moments which, to Eliroh, felt like a lifetime before he couldn't stand it anymore.Prisoner -part twelve- by *The-Magic-Within
"What happened, Taron?" he asked, less angry now, and more desperate for answers.
"I don't know what to tell you, El," Taron confessed. "I never imagined you would find out, I never planned on telling you so I never really thought about how to say it. I mean, you've been with us so long now, I haven't thought of you as their son in the longest time. You were no, are a full-fledged Rat, and you've proved that to us many times."
"I know I am a Rat. I choose my own fate now, and I choose to be a Rat. But I still want to know my past. I need to know my own story."
"Yes. I suppose you do. You deserve to. Every man needs to know his legacy."
Religion ProfileBasic Info:Religion Profile by *The-Magic-Within
Religious Symbol: The outline of two interlocking teardrops, vertically.
Beliefs: That the god Oran lives on an island in the sea and watches the world through a a mystic pool. None can find it but the dead, who also reside there. He judges who he believes to be good, and who is not, and they are punished/rewarded on the island appropriately by his beautiful, forever-youthful servants, known as 'The Blessed'. Every half a century, he finds a woman amongst the living and fathers a child to live amongst people and become the leader of Orani, though they do not know, and find their own fate through a vision granted in a dream.
Ideals: To be good, kind and caring to each and every human. To treat others as you would wish to be treated. To keep the body clean from all poisons. To shun those who are unnatural, and unrecognised by Oran (vampires). To avoid violence, and not to interfere in the fate of others, unless it is yo
Spirit and Ghost ProfileBasic Ghost and Spirit Info:Spirit and Ghost Profile by *The-Magic-Within
Ghost/Spirit Types: Basic Spirit, Orb, Poltergeist, Anthrogeist, Atmospheric, Basic Ghost, Unknowing Ghost, Vampire Ghost, Unstable Ghost.
Ghost/Spirit Danger Levels: Trivial (1) | Slight (2) | Moderate (3) | Significant (4) | Critical (5)
Reasons Behind Ghost/Spirit Apparition: Spirits and ghosts appear after the death of a person, either in the place of their death, the place of their burial, or somewhere significant to the individual. If they died at a time of heightened emotion (any emotion), their soul, or part of their soul, is left to linger on the living plains. The type they become depends on the personality of the individual. Whether or not the souls splits depends on how afraid the individual is to die. While the soul, or part of the soul, lingers, it can take any amount of time before the apparition begins (for example, a soul could linger for fifty years before a ghost appears, or for two days).
Differences Between Ghost
Races ProfileVampire Info:Races Profile by *The-Magic-Within
Average Lifespan: Depends on the age the individual was when they were turned. Physically, they appear to live the same lifespan as a human, but for every 500 years that pass, they only age about 2 years. As such, this is how you would determine the life expectancy of a vampire.
Distinguishing Features: Enlarged canines, colloquially known as fangs, and a glassy appearance in the iris.
Exclusive Abilities: At night, they are significantly stronger, faster, and more agile, with enhance sight, smell and hearing. This is especially true at a full moon.
Exclusive Weaknesses: Garlic and regular food make them extremely ill, they can be killed or severely burnt by sunlight, and they cannot enter a building without invitation.
Necessary Nutrients: They require air to breath, and must consume human blood to survive. When they drink straight from a human, they use their fangs to pierce the skin, and then suck the blood from the wound. The amount
|In a world where dragons are feared by humans, and humans distrusted by dragons, the one who lives in most discomfort is a half-dragon. All his life he has managed to keep his secret, but when another dragon needs his aid, can he rise to the challenge?|
It took a while to write this one, but it turned out better than I expected. Two parts to this, a link is provided in the artist comments.
Prisoner -part five- Taron stood at the main gates of the castle, peering through the bars into the grounds. He wasnt expecting to see a lot - most of the secrets of the castles grounds were hidden, as so many good secrets are, though what he was looking for wasnt something that belonged in such a grand place. And it wasnt a secret he imagined they wanted to keep.Prisoner -part five- by *The-Magic-Within
The guards patrolled the grounds, paying him no mind as long as he appeared to pose no threat, not recognising him for who he was, and for a long while they were all he could see. A few faces he recognised, fresh in his mind from the night they had dragged Eliroh away, into their rotten jail. He had warned the lad not to go, had tried to stop him. But the lads mind had been made up, there was nothing Taron could have done to stop him. Not completely.
It was because of that night he was stood here, waiting. He knew very well what they did to Black Rats in that plac
Prisoner -part four- You seem troubled sire, the maid observed as she brought him in some fresh clothes. Is something the matter?Prisoner -part four- by *The-Magic-Within
You mean other than the fact that this morning I was a thief, and now Im suddenly a prince?
Eliroh watched as she placed the clothes on a chair, neatly folded and pressed. The shirt was brightly coloured blue, the kind of colour that would cost a lot for any regular person to even find, and the trousers were a deep, majestic black. It was impossible to tell without handling them, but he was almost certain that they would be made of as rich a material as the bedclothes were.
You were always a prince, sire. Just didnt know it.
She seemed a friendly young lady, not dissimilar to the many girls he knew of her age around the town. Of course, they had treated him more of an equal than she ever would now.
Maybe not, but it never did
|The tale of a dragon, a dumb beast, gaining his intelligence. In a less than conventional way.|
I'll admit, this isn't one of my personal favourites, but it seems to be a fairly popular piece in my gallery, so I guess it has something.