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Dragon of HyruleDRAGON OF HYRULE
Princess Zelda was enjoying a quiet afternoon in the garden around Hyrule castle. She walked gracefully around the garden grounds, her purple and white dress flowing about her slender legs, and the sun shining off her long shimmering chocolate brown hair, as she made her way towards her favorite field of flowers. The sun was shining down upon the brilliant field of daffodils that Zelda favored so much. This was one of her favorite places to be and also the first place she met Link, back when they were kids, long before he was the legendary hero of Hyrule, and long before Zelda had grown into the elegant young woman she was now.
Link, meanwhile was riding across the land of Hyrule on Epona, the Master Sword at his side, and his Magical Shield on his arm as he headed towards Hyrule Castle. Hyrule had been relatively at peace, since Ganondorf and his dark magic had been banished from the land. Link had agreed to go on a date with Zelda today, so they co
Dragon Hat 2The young, teenaged girl sat in her room. She browsed through her photo album, looking at all her pictures from last years Comic Con. There was an estimate twenty photos at the very least. As she flipped to the last page, the final picture really caught her eye. With her right index finger, she carefully removed the picture from the album, bringing it closer to her as she continued to look at it, almost entranced by it.
It was a picture of a small dragon. This dragon was dressed up like a young boy. It wore a red hat that barely covered its head, the little dragons horns holding its hat in place. Its shirt looked like it would rip apart any moment from the creatures body mass. No pants were present on the small dragon. The dragons older brother was present in the picture as he helped his little brother stand on two legs, like a human. The little dragon flashed a toothy, draconic smile. An innocent yet impish smile by comparison. It was the kind of smile that cou
The Birthday DragonJohnny's birthday was coming soon. In fact, literally soon! In less than two days, Johnny would be turning 17. Despite that he was getting older, he didn't feel any older.
Friday was finally over. After finishing up his homework, Johnny went to bed. It was already 12:05 AM. He hadn't pulled an allnighter in a long time. The birthday boy lay on his bed and quickly fell asleep.
The next day, Johnny's brother, Carlos screamed at him to get up. Johnny drearily got out of bed, still half-asleep. Carlos never wakes up this early, nonetheless earlier than Johnny himself.
"What up?" Johnny asked. His parents as well as his 20 year old brother and 13 year old brother were all up already.
"Well son." His dad began. "We all wanted to give you an early birthday present."
Johnny's mom went to the living room and got his gift. When she returned, she was holding a vial. Within the contents of the vile was a potion.
"Mom? What's that?" Johnny asked, unenthused by his strange gift.
"It's a potion that
Birthday Gift for LeontalonThis is the story of Leon. Leon was once a normal fourteen year old boy. But something on his fifteenth birthday changed that. Read through and see for yourself.
It was 9:30 by the time Leon woke up. He stretched a little and rubbed his eyes. He got out of bed and exited his room as he made his way to the bathroom. After cleaning up and finishing his business, he went downstairs.
Leon knew that, if this day were like any of his other birthdays, then as soon as he walked into the kitchen, his family would be shouting HAPPY BIRTHDAY right in his face as soon as he walked in. The rooms would be covered in party decorations and of course, he'd have at least ten birthday presents(Two from each of his family members with an additional two).
Leon braced himself and walked into the kitchen.
"Morning, everyone!" Leon greeted.
"There's the birthday boy!" Leon's mom exclaimed as she walked over to her son and gave him a big hug.
Leon didn't understand. Where were the birthday shouts? Where were t
Reluctant Weredragon Chapter 1
The young dragon's ears twitched when his alarm clock began to buzz. Sleepily, his claw went after the clock and clunked around a while until it hit the button to stop the nightmarish buzzing. The claw-to-clock maneuver was a reflex honed by a lifetime of laziness. The dragon, named Bluey, yawned, quietly wishing for a few more minutes of blissful slumber. His scales were a dull, midnight blue color, for it was very early in the morning and his scales couldn't look their brightest at this time of day.
In fact, his scales couldn't look their brightest any time of day if he wasn't feeling happy. Only people very close to him knew it, but Bluey had a bit of chameleonic ancestry in his bloodline. If the chameleon genes were more dominant, or if he was of a closer generation to his chameleon parent, then he would have full control over his scale colors. However, his colors are stuck being blue on the vast majority of his body and white on his belly. The only way he could change his color is
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