It is quite a beautiful day, I muse, strolling forwards on the gravelly road beneath me, a metallic can of gasoline held in my right hand. The sun is shining, the air is that perfect temperature where it is neither too hot nor too cold, and there is even a bit of birdsong coming from the lush greenery off in the distance. A few fluffy, white clouds adorn the skies, but it's nothing that would cause any sort of unpleasant downfall, really. The rather unremarkable gravel beneath my feet crunches as I walk, continuously letting its presence be known. There's the occasional bigger piece, and there was that one time when most of the path had gotten obstructed by some sort of large, grey boulder, but in general the road seems to be in good condition, if a bit uncared for as of late.
In true form of the gaming addict I am, I suddenly get an irresistible, unexplainable urge to take up my cell phone and play games... whilst walking and carrying the previously mentioned can of gasoline back to m

Fire. Flames everywhere. Everywhere I turned, there was fire. Orange flames, crackling high into the air, burning with an unquenchable rage. However, they were missing one essential quality of fire: they weren’t hot. I couldn’t feel any heat coming off of them. In fact, I tried walking through one of the flames, and it didn’t hurt me at all. As I looked around, I noticed a light coming from above me. I looked up and noticed… some kind of figure, hovering above where I was standing. I couldn’t make out its shape, but I could feel some kind of… power coming from it.
“Please… help me” cried a voice, one that seemed to be coming from the figure above me. The voice was definitely female, but that was about all that I could tell from it. “Come to where my spirit waits. Please, hurry. Wake us so that we may fight again…”
“What are you talking about?” I yelled, desperately trying to figure out what was going on

Sometimes I Dance
 
Sometimes I dance with fiction.
I dive in deep and long.
And words become a vision,
While sounds become a song.
There’s something like a whisper
When fingers meet the page.
I find myself a prisoner
Quite happy in his cage.
Maybe there’s no sorcery
That ties me in a spell.
But how easily the hours flee
As I’m tucked into my tale.
Transported to a meadow
While I’m lying in my bed.
I can almost see the shadow
Of a dragon overhead.
And when the spell is broken,
There is no need to mourn.
I’m a dreamer who’s been woken,
And to dreams I will return.

Ironheart
The Tale of the Half Dragon

Prologue - What has Been and What will Be

Centuries have passed since the Oblivion Crisis near Kyreem's border. And the Duchy ultimately collapsed after the end of the Duchess Viktoria. A time of peace then followed, and Kyreem has risen from the ashes to kindly monarchies and Kings.
Now a new era has arrived. The world as it is is now much more different from Serena Vos'taloon's and Lezerath Kai'jiem's times. The world has been transformed thanks to the powers of steam, steel, gunpowder, and many more creations. An industrial revolution has taken hold, civilizing the world and its people.
But by no means did it mean that the world has forgotten its roots.
Majestic castles still dotted the landscape, with Lords and Ladies still taking holds of land, giving employment to commoners to work the fields and gleam the vineyards. Kings and Duke's clashed o

Nothing's ever felt normal to me.
I've always had a strange sensation of feeling...trapped.
Hopeless.
Lost.
That's how I felt up until 2 years ago.  Now, I feel free.
This is my story.
My name is Ethan.  I am just your average teenager.  I enjoy games (especially Steam games, as usual ).  I have always had an issue.  I never seemed to be able to remember any of my old memories.  I've forgotten the first 6 years of my life.  At first I thought it was just normal.
Of course... it wasn't.
I began having nightmares in my sleep.  Battles raging in the sky above me.  Shouts and cries for help.  Over time, my dreams were easier to remember.  I'll never forget the one dream I had.
"Get up!" A shadowed figure held out his hand.
Great, I thought to myself.  Another stupid nightmare.  I took his hand anyways, wondering how the dream would carry out.  I gasped.  This wasn't a human.  I felt his hand, sp

I pushed my way past some vines. I was deep in a forest, one where the trees towered over me, ancient giants whose green canopies prevented all save a twinkling of light from reaching the forest floor. Very little grew at ground level save for a wide variety of fungi and gnarled bushes. Occasionally, one of the forest denizens showed itself; I heard plenty of birds and small mammals and saw several deer that would have made a hunter’s mouth water in anticipation.
    Fortunately for those deer, I wasn’t there for the hunting. I was a traveling cartographer. I believed in mapping only those areas that I had seen with my own eyes and walked on my own feet. Which was why I found myself deep in the Unknown Regions. I had a client back in Luthansia, the last kingdom bordering these untamed lands, who had specifically requested information about the area. The fee was so extravagant that I couldn’t refuse, and so I had set out with a small, armed escort.