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Well, its been set aside for a long time and I am now ready to tackle it. So here is what I have so far.



Thick black smoke clogged the air with its tense smell of burning wood, tar, and fur. Flames licked the sky, greedily devouring everything in its path, giving no mercy to human or animal flesh and bones. Screams reverberated within the ears of the survivors as they frantically searched for loved ones.

He dropped to his knees, rain soaking into his hair, clothes, and bones. "It's not fair! I was right there!” he screamed and punched the ground over and over bloodying his hands. “It’s not fair!” looking up into the sky, rain mixing in with his tears “Why? Why did you let them take her away from me?” he hung his head, the Gods never answered.

His scales were darker than obsidian and his eyes deeper than the red of a ruby, the dragon stepped before him and wrapped his large wings around him, sheltering him from the piercing cold rain. “Boy,” his voice boomed inside his head, yet held the gentleness of a father, “Do you seek Razbunare, revenge?”

He raised his head, glaring in to the dragon’s eyes, “Yes. I want to kill them! Every last one of them! What they did-I will get my revenge!”




Osiris lunged out of his twisted sheets and fell to the floor. Memories of that day terrorized him nightly. He cursed as he felt the bump slowly rise on his forehead. More curses escaped as he struggled from the confines of his sheets. He threw them onto the bed as he made his way to the bathroom. Hazy blue eyes stared back from the medicine cabinet mirror; he ran a hand through his black hair then yawned.

Steam quickly filled the room from his shower. He always turned the water to its hottest setting; it relaxed his muscles and opened up his lungs. He stayed till the water ran warm then reluctantly stepped out. He stared at his reflection in the steamed cover mirror; three claw-like scars ran across his chest, the seal of his covenant with Razbunare, his dragon familiar.

I will write more soon. I had a melt down and I am just now getting over it.

small update!!


Steam quickly filled the room from his shower. He always turned the water to its hottest setting; it relaxed his muscles and opened up his lungs. He stayed till the water ran warm then reluctantly stepped out. He stared at his reflection in the steamed cover mirror; three claw-like scars ran across his chest, the seal of his covenant with Razbunare, his dragon familiar. Ten years passed like an afterthought. He turned from the mirror, dried off, then quickly got dressed. Bacon wafted up the stairs and into his room, his stomach growled.

Sandy, his housekeeper, busied herself in front of the stove. Bacon piled high on a plate caused his stomach to growl again. Osiris walked in just as Sandy turned with a plate full of scrambled eggs.

She let out a high screech, “Dear Lord! Don’t sneak up on an old woman like that Osiris! You’re bound to cause a heart attack!”

“Old? You just turned forty-eight.”

“Forty-eight is old enough young man,” she shoved him into a chair, “Now eat up! A growing boy needs his sustenance.”

“Yes Ma’am.” All kinds of breakfast food sat within reach. It reminded him of the old days of eating with his family. He picked a few slices of bacon, a spoonful of eggs and two waffles. Sandy sniffed. “If I eat anymore I’ll get fat.” He laughed.

“A growing boy needs to eat a healthy diet.”

“I have grown enough Sandy. Besides,” grease dripped from the bacon he held between his finger and thumb, “This isn't exactly healthy.”

She sniffed again as then sat across from him and left no empty space on her plate. Sandy is like a mother to him. She came to work for Osiris after her youngest daughter left for college and she treated him like her own son. Although it was her job to clean and cook, she always reprimanded his messes. She stays up in till he gets home, sometimes well after five am. She even treats his wounds without asking a single question of how he got hurt. Sandy is like his mother and Osiris is like her son who died just before she came to work for him. Once a month during the weekend she left to visit his grave.

“Your weekend trip is coming up soon.”

“Aye. That it is. You planin on staying out of trouble?” her suspicious look made him laugh.

“Yes Sandy. I will stay out of trouble as much as possible.”

“As much as possible? No, no, no! You must stay out of trouble!” egg fell off her fork as she shook it at him.

“Sandy-“

“Don’t talk back to me boy. I may not be your birth mother, but it won’t stop me from acting like it. You always come home broken and bruised. I don’t want to worry about you during my trip. I already lost one son. I don’t want to lose another.”

Osiris sighed, “I guess I can take a break this weekend.”