First one is really short, and probably the first thing I've done since I last posted in the Fanfic Challenge. So it's drivel. Don't kill me, and don't say I didn't warn you..
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Stone.
Firm, unyielding. Followers of the Way of the Open Palm such as he felt empathy with the earth.
Solid, constant. In the center of a storm of discord the mountain stood unshaken. As did he.
Powerful, majestic. But in the storm of battle he was not unmoving. His swift strikes and matchless speed had earned him the name the arena had bestowed upon him: Raging Dragon.
Calm, focused. Yet this dragon was anything but raging. He knelt before a statue, carved in the likeness of his namesake. His eyes were closed and his face betrayed no notice of the crowd falling silent around the arena. How long had it been; seconds? Minutes? Still the young dragon refused to budge.
Smooth, flawless? or perhaps not. Dragon?s eyes snapped open, focused on his ?adversary.? His hand flew to the sword lying beside him and snatched it up in the span of a heartbeat. The next it dove for a small line between two scales where the heart may have been, a crack. It sank half the length of the blade before the crack truly began to spread and dozens marred the beautiful figure. He withdrew his blade as it began to crumble.
Molded, shattered. Over time stone could be shaped to its master?s desire. But if one knew the flaw, one strike could leave it broken, ruined. The same held true for the young warrior now leaving the ring.
"She could resist temptation. Really she could. Sometimes. At least when it wasn't tempting." - Calli Slythistle
"She was a fire, and I had no doubt that she had already done her share of burning." - Lord Firael Algathrin
"Most assume that all the followers of Lathander are great morning people. They're very wrong." - Tanek of Cloakwood
we are all adults playing a fantasy together, - cmorgan