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//------------------------------// // Trees So Tall // Story: The Anvil of Dawn // by Starlix //------------------------------// The First Week The sun was hidden, obscured behind a nest of clouds so thick that even the most powerful beams from that nuclear furnace could not penetrate through the barriers. Below the blanket of gray and black came a shower of a different sort. Falling, being whipped up by the fierce winds and then depositing in thick clumps among the earth, the snowfall was heavy, filtering around in such a manner that most vision was completely blocked, forced out by the icy shower. Each second was accented by the alm

//------------------------------// // I Can't See, I Can't Breathe // Story: The Anvil of Dawn // by Starlix //------------------------------// Waters of chaos have invaded all space. She scrambled for breath but couldn’t find traction below the bellowing crash of the ocean. The normally bright sea was now a deep, ominously dark trench that continued to suck her further and further into it’s haunting depths. Above the surface, a faint light shone through the murky waters, a blinking shimmer of hope that she couldn’t yet reach. Her struggles were in vain for she couldn’t break away from the current dragging her b

//------------------------------// // Ouroboros // Story: The Anvil of Dawn // by Starlix //------------------------------// Honestly, she was surprised she could even stand. More than that, she was still a bit surprised that death hadn’t come, prepared to take her to whatever hell awaited her. It seemed that she had cheated the system a bit too much by this point. Something had to give eventually. Maybe it was waiting, biding its time until the dragoness felt safe, secure. Such instances had happened before; faded memories of hollow nights spent scared and alone in a pit of despair; a hopeless nightmare she couldn’t esca

//------------------------------// // The Boy Who Destroyed the World // Story: The Anvil of Dawn // by Starlix //------------------------------// “Tell me again what you hope to gain from this?” Twilight sighed. The past three weeks had been busy, more so than nearly any she had ever had in her relatively short life. Didn’t really help that the progress they had made was largely irrelevant. The Everfree was still regrowing. The Everfree was still growing darker. Worse of all, the Everfree was still forcing an even bigger dead-zone around its extent. “Testing one of my theories about your Convexity, something

//------------------------------// // A Bleeding, the Most Alluring Catharsis // Story: The Anvil of Dawn // by Starlix //------------------------------//  The break from dream to life was strikingly sudden. Cynder’s world was a void, her mind gone in a black pit where no life existed. Suffocating and lifeless, the black dragoness learned something during her time in desolation and darkness; the art of drowning. Falling into a place where one cannot breathe, she very quickly found how to exist as a ghost, filtering around for weeks, no consciousness in her comatose mind. While this dark pit was a null void where her very c

Up close like this, Twilight got a true sense of just how different Spyro was from the dragons she was familiar with. Other than not being bipedal like the majority of the dragons found on Equis, his scales looked smoother, his body less bulky and more streamlined. However the most defined difference from the dragons she had was the expression in his lilac irises. It somewhat reminded her of the look she had seen in Griffons who had fought in war, a hollow, guarded look that spoke more of the horror of combat. Something in the eyes of the dragon in front of her spoke volumes. She had expected the normal greedy, uncaring eyes of the majority

//------------------------------// // Lament of a Purple Dragon // Story: The Anvil of Dawn // by Starlix //------------------------------// Everything seemed normal at the time. For once his dreams were peaceful, filled with happy surroundings. The evening in his thoughts was nice and quiet, with crickets chirping and peaceful streams of moonlight coursing down against his face. Nearby, the soft echo of streams of water flowed, the gentle sound accenting the peaceful chirping beautifully.   Laying in the grass, the dragon breathed the crisp night air deeply, feeling the subtle bite burn his lungs slightly. The sensation wasn