http://slow.writerscafe.org/MKnightium The original writings of author MKnightium en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776069721 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 “Thisisn’t good at all…nowhere near good at all.” The aged king finally spoke afterreading the address sent from Blackwood Village; the latest town to be thevictim of the Vraal attacking. This time it seemed that some more livestockpaid the price and no people. Which.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MKnightium/1826130/ “Another one…it just never ends.” Two town guard stood at a farm, looking over a gristly scene before them. Dozens of cattle were slaughtered before them, bodies littering the grassy ground. It was early in the morning, another night following terror and fear. And this was the.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MKnightium/1824326/ No one knows what the creature is. Some say it's a homunculus gone wrong, others say magic experimentation gone right, and others say it's a demon. No one knows...no one knows what the Vraal is. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MKnightium/1824261/ New Character's arrival http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MKnightium/1647745/ One week had passed sinceDew was locked up in Vertigo's dungeon, and every waking minute he alwayslistened to the passing footsteps; dreading the moment Noxia would return. Ittook him 3 long, agony filled days to recover after what happened and even thenhe still sported some sore areas and w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MKnightium/1647667/ He could already feel thecold ground on his belly; something was dragging his arms. Dew's eyes driftedopen as he looked up, in some kind of...dark...strange castle. Dew felt painall over, but mostly where he got hit; it still felt sore there. He grew morealert when whoever or whatever was dr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MKnightium/1647660/ Solomon rested on the porch,reclining in a chair, as he held a katana; slowly sharpening it with awhetstone. It was early morning; the sun barely cascading past the trees andlighting the village; the air damp and cool. It was the kind of weather thatmade many want to relax and enjoy the day... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MKnightium/1627081/ Dew spent about 3 weeks withLily; training with her and learning how to fly better, even learning aerialcombat. None from the village knew of Dew's training, but many wondered,Solomon especially, how the drake suddenly became adept at flight; able to notonly perform complicated aerial maneuv.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MKnightium/1627073/ No matter how much timepassed, Dew still couldn't get what happened to him out of him. The memory of his virginitybeing stolen from him; stripped from the drake like a rank of honor, like a toyfrom a clinging child. 3 long years had passed, and in those years Dew hadtrained, practiced, a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MKnightium/1626954/ Mature Content http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MKnightium/1615835/ Dew perched on a treebranch, looking forward with a dull gaze. Solomon and he had spent the monthworking on gathering supplies for the worst of winter.At the moment, the fatherand son duo were in the deeper forests; cutting up herbs to be used as apreservative to make sure the fish they'.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MKnightium/1613739/ Winter was a bit annoyingfor Dew, even with discovering he could breath ice. He spent most of this timein his house, but not alone for once; Eric on the bed with Pyra next to him,his Ignis that Dew hooked him with, as well as Turas; sitting in a wheelchairdue to him still recovering. The fou.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MKnightium/1607408/ Dew actually had somethinghe hated; cold.He walked through thevillage, carrying some supplies for his dad; Solomon saying that today they'dbe fishing for some more illusive fish that only emerged this time of year. Itwas late fall, and winter was just beginning to creep around the corner.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MKnightium/1607077/ Fall came faster than Dewexpected; even faster than Dew ran from the Scylla four months prior. Alreadycame East Village's Harvest; the time of the year many of the villages cametogether for one big festival to celebrate the good crops and survivability. ToSolomon it had a special meaning; it.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MKnightium/1606136/ Heroes are often made;none are ever born. The legendary heroes many know of, always rose to thatpower, never did they simply have it. Such is the tale here.  On an island far out fromthe mainland, its size rivalling that of a state, yet held enough secrecy toremain undetecte.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MKnightium/1602330/ The odd but unique story of a drake on a campaign to defeat the Echidna Vertigo and prevent the world from falling into the darkness of a long waged war. (Sex is present but only at times) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MKnightium/1602328/