Favourite Year of the Dragon boss?
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ThunderEgg Blue Sparx Gems: 549
#1 Posted: 19:48:47 13/08/2019 | Topic Creator
I am literally writing this as I go out of pure boredom, so don't expect the next Odyssey.

Also comments are welcome! I'd like to know if anyone reads this or not ¯_(ツ)_/¯



The young Chronicler grasped at random at the books on his bookshelf. Finally, choosing one he recognized as unfamiliar, he tugged its spine and removed it from its secure location. It had been on the shelf long enough for dust to pile on the tops of pages. This dust mushroomed out, causing him to sneeze.

The cover gleamed with simple bronze decoration; much unlike the intricately ornamented books of most inhabitants of the Dragon Realms. Each shape on this book was jagged and squared. The blue light of the Celestial Caves bounced off of the cover.

How eerie.

This was just the type of book the unwrinkled hermit was after, however.

Days spent isolated on the White Isle had left him bored. He had been told that the previous Chronicler remained in this solitude for hundreds, if not thousands, years. The young dragon could not comprehend this. He missed his home. His family. It pained them that he would no longer be able to participate in person with their lives. Sure, he could project himself from crystals when he wanted to communicate, and he could read the stories of their exploits through their books. But his one-on-one interaction with those he loved was from now on, and forever, limited. The Chronicler needed an escape, and this odd book would provide him with one.

In the first few years of his confinement, the short-bearded dragon had learned that there were many different types of books in his library. The majority outlined the lives of creatures. Some were copies of works of fiction, some table after table of calculations; in fact, the power of the White Isles meant that every item written in the world would be duplicated and reside in his library. The Chronicler had spent many a day looking over the work of rushed students hastily scrawling notes and figures in their tomes. However, the type of book that currently caught his eye were those that articled stories from other realms.

Many of these stories were strange, almost incomprehensible. That was their appeal, after all. They opened the dragon's mind to other realities and helped him to forget the dullness of his life. His favorites were novels that described the life and times of strange, flat objects -- all shifting in size and color. There was no story there, and yet the absurdity entertained him.

The novel he had picked today fit somewhat into this category. Flipping through its pages, he could tell from sparse illustration that all of the characters were hard-edged and blocky; certainly not of this realm. What intrigued him the most, however, was the type of creatures that these characters were. Their strangeness made him chuckle. They appeared draconic, but stood for the most part on two legs.

After all, absurdity was what he wanted.
ThunderEgg Blue Sparx Gems: 549
#2 Posted: 19:09:47 17/08/2019 | Topic Creator

The Chronicler opened to a page in the book at random. Settling into a comfortable studying position, he followed the description as reads:

"The scent of cooking gently roused the young dragon from his slumber. He blinked and yawned as pixelated sunlight streamed from his window into his eyes. Stretching out on all fours like a cat, he mumbled:

"Morning already? But I just went to bed..." His voice was high pitched and rough. A little bratty, but equally cute.

He turned to gaze at his polygonal desk. On the side of the desk nearest to his own bed slept a small dragonfly, curled up on a cushion. The dragon gently nudged his friend.

"Come on, buddy. It's time to wake up. I can smell Dad making breakfast."

The tiny bug opened his eyes and stretched his wings before flitting to his brother-friend's side. He buzzed in agreement, and the two pranced down into the castle's simplified stone hallway. At the top of the rocky stairs, they stopped.

"I wonder what Dad's making..." The short dragon tried to peek over the stairway, but couldn't complete the action on all fours. He stretched tentatively on his hind legs, only to barely poke his nose over the structure. He sniffed, "Smells good, whatever it is. Hey, buddy could you check it out? If it's that trick bacon scented cereal again, I'm going to bed."

His companion rolled his eyes and flew above the stairway to check what was being prepared.

"Oh, good morning, my insectoid friend!" It was a deep voice accompanied by the clatter of cooking materials, "I have some butterflies for you."

With more pep in his wingbeats, the dragonfly abandoned his roomate before preparing him for his breakfast. The little dragon snorted and settled down from his attempted perch.

"H-hey, wait up!"

He hopped down each individual stair. Platforming when you are so tiny is difficult, even when you have gravity to your advantage. He did not look forward to hopping back up, but luckily, he wouldn't have to worry about this until after breakfast. In the kitchen was a tall purple dragon with a black-gray beard. It was "Dad", opening a simplified jar with a single iridescent butterfly inside. He popped the top off and released the winged creature, which the little dragonfly chased after.

(Next part later on, just posting so this stays active)
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