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[title] => Legacy of the Storm Dragon Chapter 2 (above and Below)
[time] => 2004-12-16 08:40:26
[hometext] => Just finished second chapter and thought I would post it this morning, is slow going with this story....lol though I am have fun writing it...and to me that is enough to keep me going....Have a read if you get a chance and take care all.
[bodytext] => Legacy of the Storm Dragon Chapter 2 Above and Below Hunting is always a pleasure, riding the warm currents, Seeking with piecing eyes, I see all forms of heat, Above or below the water…I am swift and deadly, The others can’t move as I do…oh they can go in the sea, But they cant move through it life it isn’t even there, I don’t know how it is, that I can swim so fast, But I am not complaining, not if hunting is this easy, For some reason breathing isn’t a problem, I have no gills as other sea creatures have, I can just breath…I do not know why, This I found out by accident and stupidity, Thinking I could hold my breath longer than most, I chose to dive down deeper than anyone else, But soon realizing my error, as my lungs started to burn, Fighting my way to the surface so far, far away, It was only because I gave and took a breath, Thinking that my death was here but getting a shock instead, Trumpeting at the wonder, of having such a unique ability, It wasn’t until I got to the surface and saw the looks, Disappointed I was so shocked that they prefer me dead, Because of their reaction, it slipped my mind to tell them, Though now I understand, that greed is part of the reason, All dragons covets gems and all precious items, So any chance to increase their hoards without effort, Is of course a good thing…though wanting me out of the way? My own siblings…gee don’t I feel special…pmht, Why hello what have we here? A whole shoal just for me oh how kind, Now hold still for a sec…hey no fair! When does hold still mean run??? Aw crap nothing worse than a shifty dinner, Several hours later no more shoal, Though I feel content…and I think greed got the better of me, Time for home to make sure I still have one, Though on approach I see no one is there, Didn’t think there would be…but these days, You can never really be sure…so much conflict and abused magic, I can feel the conflicting energies surging through the air, One day maybe I will go and stick my nose where it dosent belong… One day…just not this day and time....to be continued Created and Written by Sapphire Blue [comments] => 3 [counter] => 168 [topic] => 42 [informant] => Sapphire_Blue [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 0 [associated] => [topicname] => mythology )
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