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Story of the Leaf DragonA long time ago, yet not so far away, an amazing tale took place. In a forest, near a dessert and an ocean, dwelt a dragon. He was almost as tall as the tallest tree and even looked like them. You may think that all dragons have scales, but this one had all over his body appendages resembling leafy branches. During the day he soaked up the rays of the sun and walked around the forest talking to all the other animals; his friends. But when night came, the dragon became very cold and shivering. Even his leaves would shrivel up a bit with the cold. Finally he would fall asleep and then wake up the next morning to the warmth of the sun. One day as he was walking around the forest talking to his friends, he came across their king, Bear.
Bear, said Dragon, why does it get cold when the Light goes away?
Thats because the Light creates heat for us during the day only. Replied Bear.
But why must the Light go away? Cant it stay during the nig
Natulcien Story - Chapter 2(Natulcien Story)
The tall hills before her, covered with thick-trunked trees and ever-growing vines, were not nearly half the size of the snow-capped peaks south, behind her current path.
My precious, Léaer!
Finding a bit of herself not throbbing with grief, Natulcien reached within and placed a shield of water around, but not touching, the thick books she carried in her arms and on her back. The delicate pages, their content all that is left of Paradìs, would not be ruined by the ever-pouring rain. Rain.
Wa la wa, Abrecan!
The branches were not low enough to hinder her walk, yet, she trudged on with her shoulders slumped and her red-blonde hair falling into her face. The rain brought with it haunting memories. She had woke, bruised and weak, lying on her back as the sky emptied upon her. Smoke was rising as the fires were dampened by the rain. All was still save the occasional stone falling
Natulcien Story - Chapter 1(Natulcien Story)
From Natulciens Journal
Published in Tir Rathon
Even today it is still a mystery of where Natulcien went following the fall of her people and what she did for nearly 200 years. During a great time of peace, after her return to Wealdendun, she sat in her castle and wrote of her journeys and adventures in a slick book that felt like glass to touch. Natulcien, like the rest of the Ieldran, was and is a great writer with eloquent speech and flowing thoughts. Writing was a great joy, but the stories she wrote were not. The books contents were kept behind a silver lock, and the book was never seen in her hands after she finished writing, following the death of Bryne, the leader of Rurisk before her return. Then how do I know what is contained on those pages? Natulcien Fiothiel showed me the tales of her life, the pages finely written in her hand, one spring day though the reasoning of this is unclear to me. I have translated her journ
Natulcien Story - Prologue(Natulcien Story)
Year 975 and the Fall of Paradìs
She stumbled over the slick rocks, her eyes like clouded glass, as the gentle sound of the river flowed ever on, bringing her no comfort in her grief. Her long flowing skirt, blue like the water, hung as if being pulled away in the stream, tugging like a persistent child. Her foot slipped once more and found the cool wetness of the river with the accompanying splash she was now used to. Clutched in her arms, pulled tight to her chest, she held the books most dear to her. Réysus wrote them. Even when the twisting columns of their home, of Paradìs, came crashing down around him, he still fervently scraped quill across pages of bound parchment. Bent over his work, brown locks of hair almost covering his eyes, his pointed ears barely peeking out from the sides; this was the image she would remember. Now, his words were the only physical thing left of the Ieldré of memory, the Ieldré of foresight.
Endgame - GatheringEndgame: Gathering
(A continuation of the play Endgame by Samuel Beckett)
5 minute scene
Clov - servant to Hamm
Kett - young girl, age 6-8. Clov mistakes for boy
Sass - sister of Kett, age 17-20
Bran - mother of Kett and Sass
(Note: These characters, at most times, will speak without much emotion, unless indicated. And pauses are fine. Even slow speaking is fine.)
(Scene starts with Clov just after Hamm says You... remain. Clov stands with suitcase at door. Goes a picks up three-legged dog off of the floor. Looks back toward Hamm.)
Clov: (sadly, ironically) The thorns remain. That is all that is left of the rose.
(Clov opens door, steps out, closes door softly. Looks around. Looks at dog. Strolls off stage right. Will Re-enter stage left still carrying case and dog. Enters Kett from stage right, blows bubbles, chases them. Enter Clov. Kett puts down bubbles and walks to stop in front of Clov.)
Kett: Ello, Mister.
Clov: I thought
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