The Chronicles highlight a big part of Akir’Ischa’s draconic life through prose and poetry, which took me over a decade to write.
As is clawed in stone, so are these written on paper. A life described, memories given. Time is often lost or forgotten. To the one reading this; sigh, weep, smile.If there are lessons to be taken, find them between the...
In the dawn’s embrace, she took flight,a young dragoness, bold and bright.Above the verdant canopy, she soared,her spirit eager, her wings unmoored. With each beat, she claimed the skies,a realm of endless, boundless highs.New to life, with courage unfurled,she sought...
As the setting sun cast its golden hues across the sky, a majestic sight unfolds amidst the shifting clouds. A black dragoness, her scales shimmering with an iridescent sheen under the dying light, soars gracefully through the billowing masses. With...
Gracefully soaring over the canopy, she descends into the familiar clearing she had visited countless times. The scent in the air had already betrayed the cruel truth of what she would find before her eyes could gaze upon the scene....
Slowly, but certain she stepped forward. Her legs felt heavy, her wings inert, her mind numb. Never before had she been in such a vulnerable state. None of that mattered. Her inner fire had burned out and she sensed...
On a restless night, where storms raged fiercely among the peaks, it was the lightning that stirred her from slumber. Assured of her beloved hatchlings’ safety, she ventured out into the tempest. Standing at the cliff, the scene before her...
