dragonfhain

The bottle sat innocuously on the table. Sunlight filtered through the golden liquid inside, painting the wood grain with a collage of glowing, crystalline puddles. The stopper, a tiny bubble of colorless glass, barely fit in the ribbed neck of the bottle. A faded red label clung desperately to the glass, the white lettering barely visible: Caution. Do not consume more than recommended dose. She sat with her chin resting on the table, pale blue eyes fixated on the little vial. An hour and a half she had been debating with herself, occasionally even uncorking the bottle and taking a whiff of the clear liquid inside. Her trembling hands had ye

Kelaen's slippered feet made only soft whispers against the stage as he danced. Every minute motion of his body was graceful, from the bend of his waist to the point of his toes to the stretching of his fingers. Despite his hesitation when Araeli first made him take dance lessons, Kel thoroughly enjoyed it. He had taken to staying at the Academy far after the end of classes to practice, just to have the opportunity to dance on a full stage, instead of the mirrored room at the ballet studio. Not to mention, it was nice to not have to worry about all the girls in class competing with or sneering at him. For the most part, they had come to accep

The pages rustle gently I turn them, the sound barely audible over the soft crackling of the fire in the hearth. Two years we have lived in this palace and it still feels strange, knowing this place had once been the seat of the greatest evil this land has ever seen. Of course, Naylen—my husband—and I have been doing everything we can to make this place a home. But sometimes it still feels…dark. I sigh and carefully close my book. The poetry that I normally adore barely stirs my heart today. There's something I've been keeping from my beloved Naylen. Something I know I should tell him, but yet can't bring myself to say it. Sa