Dottie over at Tink's Place have come up with the idea for a Monday Morning Flash Fiction challenge. Each Monday a new picture prompt will be posted and if you choose to participate you post your story on Friday - 350 words, give or take.
I have to thank Blodeuedd at Book Girl of Mur-y-Castell for introducing me to this fun meme. I don't know if I'll be able to keep up with every week, but I'll give it a try from time to time.
The Image This Week:
Story By: Melissa
And another continuation!
Cheyenne and Liam were cozy in the large luxurious bed that filled a wall at one side of their room, when they heard the tap on the door and it open. Nice, hosts. Ha. Cheyenne thought. Barely a tap on the door as a knock and just entering. Hoping it was Linnie, to discourage any future thoughts she might have of Liam, Cheyenne didn't move from her bare smooth pillow of his chest. Linnie would get the idea once she saw her exposed back.
Cheyenne had felt the ripple across Liam's chest as his arm snaked off the side of the bed, to his sword laying there waiting to get called upon. Cheyenne's fingers warmed, in case this was not a nice visit.
"Mmm. Looks like you took advantage of your time." Came Linnie's voice, sounding a little husky.
Cheyenne turned her head to see Linnie trying to peek around Cheyenne to get a better view of Liam. "Yes, we did." Cheyenne stated, pulling the sheet around her chest sitting up to block Linnie's view, as Linnie stood on her tip toes trying to look around the sheet.
"Very well. Here are the clothes I promised. And if you would dress, Phoenix is ready to see you for dinner. I'll be outside waiting." Then with a huff, Linnie turned and out the door.
Liam groaned. "Cheyenne, you need to not be so..." and waved his had in the air above him, then whispered as he leaned close to her hear, "They have us trapped here. But I do love a little jealousy on you." then nipped at her ear.
Cheyenne rolled her eyes, "Alright, let's go." She hated this feeling.
Cheyenne and Liam left the silent Linnie in the hall as they entered the spacious dinning hall. This building was definitely built to house many people in every part of the day.
Phoenix stood from his chair, motioning for Liam and Cheyenne to join him for the meal. There was fish, but also fruits, and red meat; which Cheyenne was surprised to see.
Seeing Cheyenne's look to the red meat Phoenix remarked, "I do make trips to the surface, as you know, and capture meals for us from time to time."
Cheyenne nodded. "Thank you for the honor of joining you for meal."
Phoenix nodded his head as a thank you. "Now, eat. And we will talk. I think I owe you a story of this great cities past, along with ours."
Liam and Cheyenne took small amounts of food to start. "Yes, that would be nice to hear."
Phoenix went into his tale....
"So long ago, our kind lived free and happy with humans and others. Guarding each other in an alliance against the dark races. Even working together. Us with our magic and dragon-selves as well. We would fly over the land watching for danger, and even attacking the flying shadow creatures. Man walked in shiny armor with swords and such.
"It was glorious! Dragons of white, gold, any color you could imagine, flying around the large castle like buildings of Cyntha. Men dressed in their battle armor, chanting, and raising their weapons in the air, to us, as we flew over head. A strong union.
"Actually, we could have taken care of ourselves, but we got tired of men thinking they needed to kill us at all times. So paired with them, it could only benefit us as we were growing less in numbers. But as the years turned into centuries man forgot about the times we fought side-by-side against the dark creatures, who had been pushed back to the boarders and dwindled in count.
"We even forgot about our dragon-selves, walking more and more as humans in the world. Just simple humans with magical abilities.
"But, all things get turned around. And when there are no more threats the human race looks for one. They are never happy with peace. They fear someone or thing will try to overtake what they have. Stories, lies, of dragon attacks and the long forgot history started to surface.
"So, in their fear for what they didn't understand or possess as their very own, they plotted against our kind. Yes, they had touches of magic through their blood lines, weaker than our magic, but never the dragon-self.
"Cyntha was stationed in the valleys so we would be the first defense if the dark creatures came. We could easily rise to the skies and higher grounds if needed. So, there was easy for them to flood us. Only, they had to have us grounded to get us all.
"A few of us made it to hide in a secreted cave, one we knew of with fear this day would come. But there was to be a big celebration that day. All in human form, happy, carefree. Until the waters were sprung on us. So many had not changed to their dragon-self in decades, they froze at the sight, and drown.
"The human casters used a rare stone to spell the area. One spelled stone in each side of the mountains around to create the dome. We can not pass through it. It extends not to far from the waters edge. The ghosts you saw on the ground. They help us down here with food and such when needed. They are the poor souls of those who forgot who they were."
"You my child," now looking to Cheyenne, "must have enough human in you that the doom does not affect you. Or, so you should hope, or you too will be trapped here for all eternity."
Um, sorry. Got carried away again. 935 words later...