Dragon Media

“A young boy is approaching the gate, Scathach” announced Cochar Croibhe, the gatekeeper of Dun Scaith, whose great fortifications rose on the Island of Shadows, just over the horizon off the dragon’s island.

“A boy?”. Scathach was a tall woman, of pleasing figure and long fiery red hair. A closer look at her form would show the well toned muscles. The easiness of her gait belied a body so well trained that in a moment the great sword, which hung from her slender waist, would be in her hand … and that sword was not for ornament. Indeed, Scathach was claimed one of the greatest warriors of the Land. No one ever bested her in combat which was why all the warriors, who had ambitions to be champions, were sent to her academy where she taught them the art of fighting. Her school was famous throughout the Land and other worlds.

Cochar Croibhe, the gatekeeper, was himself a warrior of no mean abilities, for such he had to be in order to guard the gates of Dun Scaith. He shrugged. (more…)

Gray stood there, captivated by his thoughts. He realised that the decision he was about to make could be the last he would ever make. The ground shuddered once more, as Devilish slammed his fist into Gemmell’s chest. Gray’s thoughts suddenly sprang to life, the advantage of invisibility and surprise should surely give him the edge.

Screaming a blood-curdling battle cry, Gray sliced at Devilish with his longsword. Devilish let out a cry of pain and surprise, but soon gathered his wits and continued fighting. He knew there was no point in calling for help now; he was tiring and knew he could not last much longer, and besides that, his mortal friends were few, and scarce. With a terrible crash, Devilish delivered a fatal blow to Gemmell’s throat, instantly killing Gemmell, who fell crumpled to Devilish’s feet. Once more Gray’s longsword flashed, and a strong stroke hit Devilish’s arm. Making some hasty magical gestures, the murderer faded from view, and started to retaliate, using Gemmell’s pick-axe as a weapon. (more…)

Moon drenched wings of silver and white,
sweep through the heavens in the dark of night.

Spinning it’s glorious web of delight,
where dreams big and small take flight.

It is the silver moon dragon
my love, my dream dragon.
Who calls to me from the reaches of the stars, (more…)

Alone is not alone any longer,
with so many voices, I must grow stronger.
But when I look up from my dreams,
I still can hear the screams
of tortured souls and mindless mortals,
and when I fall asleep at portals (more…)