dragon-the-imagineer

 Darkness. Not the typical black darkness, but true darkness,a black swirling mass, tinged with streaks of blue so dark the casual onlooker (had there been one) would be fooled into thinking there was only black. Amidst the chaos, a shape looms... no, two shapes. Birds, lit from within by their internal fires. Phoenixes. One phoenix glows brightly in all shades of red, yellow, orange and white. As it moves, a faint noise can be heard, one minute happy laughter, the next cheers and elated shouting. It is the essence of the Good side of the universe. The other is more sinister, made of all the shades on blue, black and purple. As it mov

Chapter 1 – The Book of Souls By Dragon-the-imagineer "Damnit!"  Tanya leaned back gloating. Yet another win for the scoreboard. So far, she was beating Silver fifteen nil on super smash bros. melee.   "Face it, Silver," she purred, "you're no match for a master like me."  "I just can't win!" Silver bawled. "You must be cheating!"  Tanya smirked, "You're just jealous" she had to turn away just to stop laughing. In truth she had cheated, if only enough of her hypnotic mesmer to slow his reactions. She yawned loudly.  "Well, unless you can put up a better fight, I'm of to bed. Smell ya later!" she giggled, as she got up. S

  "Hey, S!"   It was the next morning and SR was sitting eating her breakfast in the kitchen as Silver ran in, and nearly hit the wall opposite as he ran into the room. S looked up as he managed to stop himself. She noticed he seemed to be worried.  "S'up, Silv?" queried SR, her mouth half full with cereals.  "I can't find Tanya anywhere.""Good God, you're still not mad about her beating you so badly?"  "No," said Silver, coldly, "I just couldn't find her at all, not even in her favourite sunbathing spot. She always goes there to warm up before a long day."  " Hmm... Can't say I've seen her anywhere." S replied, as Sonic sped into t

  All is calm on the edge of the forest. Not one bird stirs, everything is either asleep or sheltering from the rain that falls, hard as hammers, ringing out against the plants like machine gun fire.   Out of the darkness, a shape looms. It rapidly becomes a red blur, and blazes into the forest.   At eye level, a trail of golden light glimmers before disappearing into the night.   Calm returns.   Then, a few minutes later, four figures follow, at a slower speed, one blue, one silver-grey, one red and one black.   Fifteen minutes earlier... Greg stormed out into the night, leavi