sakuramaiIllusionist

When the excitement of speaking with my prince wore off, I was left with anxiety and fear.  What could he possibly have in mind, and would my useless self be up to the task?  He seemed to believe so enough to not only approach me initially, but to follow up two days later.  I had taken to being a living insect repellant, if you will, in the queen’s garden -- what I call busy work.  The energy from the bugs I ate was quickly burned off by chasing down the next target; they seem to especially love the Fire Flowers that grow near one of the largest trees in the garden, but when they sense a dragon coming, they fly or crawl away as fast as

    I was brought to my clan as a joke -- this, I know because Lady Isolde would take every chance to make sure that I did, often pretending that she was casually mentioning it to her daughter, Lady Polgara whenever I passed them.  How she knows, I do not know.  Nor do I know why she feels the need to make sure that I do not forget.  It is Pearlcatcher nature, my love says, and I try to believe it, though the concept is so foreign to me.  What is there to gain by tearing down such an insignificant dragon as myself?  I have always tried to be kind and helpful to her and her daughter, so how can it be that she hates me this much?    The story

For such a burly guy Fefnir didn’t make a bad pillow at all.  When she woke, Leviathan actually felt very well rested and ready to start the day, whatever that might hold.  Hopefully something interesting.  While she had been fascinated at first by Master X’s stories, they had gone on and on, and her combat nerd brother had wanted their dad to go into detail for every fight story.  It was such a drag, but at least the big lout’s leg was pretty comfy!  Master X had gotten them all blankets, and she had rested her head on Fefnir’s stomach. With the blanket acting as a barrier between herself and his natural body heat, it

    When he had believed that he was going to have small children, X planned to take them home and watch them play until they were tired, followed by bath and story time before bed.  With four adults, he did not know what to do to entertain them or where Fefnir was going to manage to sleep comfortably.  He had not been expecting to have a son who was so large and boisterous.  Indeed, the only thing bigger than the eldest boy was his personality.      The nervous new father had also thought that he was going to have time alone to bond with his children.  However, Dr. Lucienne tagged along, saying that she wanted to observe the siblings intera

    War.  Devastation.  He had dreamt of these things for as long as he could remember.  Not just nightmares, they were reminders of the reality that he had been awakened to -- a world in constant conflict.    From his dreams of suffering and loss, X awoke to the tranquillity of wind chimes and water flowing gently through a bamboo fountain.  He was so used to these nightmares that he did not gasp or bolt upright as one normally would when escaping to reality.  Instead, his lids lifted slowly to reveal his large green eyes.  He then blinked several times to rid them of sleep induced heaviness as the last images of his dreams faded.  Today wa