Whyvern

~Chapter 3~ ~Swallowed~  Crey was awed by the room. He followed Gwuen and Sheila blindly, not even hearing when he was warned about a hole somewhere. Something had caught his eye. Something half buried in the ground a few Belantree lengths into the room. He couldn't look away, and his voice wasn't even a whisper in the vastness. He felt himself moving towards the buried object.  "It's not wood. Wood doesn't shine." he said to himself. "Then maybe a rock. No. I've never seen a rock like this. Is it silver? Maybe...no....Not silver." he realized as he came closer. "Greirgra!" he breathed suddenly, causing Gwuen and Sheila to turn around wi

~Chapter 2~ ~The world below~  Storeroom? This wasn't a storeroom. At least this is what Crey thought, as he stood there looking down the stairway. Worn with age, carved into the ground, it stretched down for a few score feet before spreading out into the largest room Crey had ever seen. Sheila started hopping down the stairs, invisible to Crey, as he just stared at the huge space before him, trying to see how far back it stretched.  "So Crey, what do you think?" Asked Gwuen.  Crey just stood silently for a while before answering. "It's huge..." Gwuen just laughed. "We have to clean all of this?" He asked as they started moving down th

~Chapter 1~ ~Shining Sorrows~  It was a warm mid summer day and the sun was fast approaching it's zenith. Water drops were scattered everywhere as claws traced the water's surface. Paws gliding gracefully over the water before firmly stepping on a river stone below. Light filtering through the tree tops illuminating fur and water droplets, leaving rainbows hanging in the air. Every graceful twist followed by an agile turn, leaving another rainbow to join it's fellows. Spots traced his fur and seemed to dance on their own to an unheard song. The breeze gently played with his fur, white as snow, as he carefully picked his next stepping stone

~Prologue~ It was the night of the new moon. Darkness covered the forest where soon a newborn would taste it's first breath. But it would also be a night of tragedy. A night to be cursed. A night of death. Pain filled Soara's body. It was close. Almost time. Why did they have to be abandoned now? Why now of all times? Now that she needed somebody?  She, no they, had been shunned from the clan, because some elder dreamed that her offspring would bring destruction to the clan. She was allowed to come back to the clan after the birth of her cubs. After she killed them, she would be allowed to rejoin the clan. Although, she'd be stripped of