~After years, after lifetimes themselves--rest was finally his.

(Greeni-centric one-shot)

    There are two things in this world that must be taken into account with the greatest precaution--the Good and the Evil.  When deeming something one or the other, it is with the only mindset that these Goods and Evils are entirely separate, entirely Black or White.  Still, though there are many grays in between--assume too many of either, though, and you may find yourself shrouded forever, unable to see the light beyond.

    So it is that the infamous green dragon, long since hatched into the considerate though cold-hearted King Galbatorix's service, struggles through life without a hint of the boundaries, with only himself to decide what is Good and Evil.  The Goods prove elusive, though, as the Evils prove prevelant.  Royalty is a lethal occupation; for it provides plenty of each, and yet no lines to define. 

    This is the story of the Prince.  

    This is the tragedy of Greeni.

Afraid of what I've come to be

Afraid of what you'll think of me

Yet never, ever scared to see

The pois'nous truth of Victory.

Partner-piece to Gray Snow, Black Mist.

The Earth makes its final stand in the face of extinction
Yet sometimes, even the best is not enough

skulblaka_fricai's SFF Adventure.

Summary:

'Roses are red,
And violets are blue,
Though courage has left me,
My love is still true.'


He needed to make amends with himself.
She needed to find someone to confess.
He was exiled.
She was adored. 


'And though violets are blue,
And roses are red,
It’s not love that we fear,
But rejection we dread...'

Saphira/Thorn

With an insatiable hunger
It's hard to deny
The Edit is ruthless
Both wicked and sly

So who's to deny
The foul best its story
Can it ever be tamed
Be brought down from glory?

While Eragon was embarking on an adventure throughout Alagaesia, a group of creatures stalked him... sometimes surreptitiously, but most of the times unintentionally exposed to the subject... Well, some of these chaotic stalkers might even not care about walking openly in his presence.

Follow the adventure of a bunch of people, dragons, spirits, an elf and a dwarf in stalking their 'delicious prey' and see what chaos they can wreak...

Summary:

It was… a beast that could quail the bravest of hearts in a look, devouring whole ships in one fell swoop. Its eyes were reminiscent of death, a misty gray against the midnight-blue hue of its scaly flesh... Men babble tales constantly of its wrath, and the anger of a demon to inflict such an unstoppable creature upon our lands… Three dragons have been drowned by it, left to wash up as mangled corpses onto the shore, their riders absent… dozens of ships have been sunk to its blood-coated jaws… For arise there a cry ‘serpent’ on the deck… and men drop to their knees in awe and terror…  

-          Excerpt from The Serpentine Menace 

Will you dream?

Every person is connected by our unique, precious ability to dream, to wonder, to ponder every mystery of the world. Some choose to ignore it, others fear to waste time, and so dreams go unheeded. But those who dream reap great rewards. Dreams inspire, and yield the most outstanding results of all when pursued. Everywhere, dreams exist--

But are you willing to dream?

A poem-story about dreaming, and how we must first accept to enjoy the marvels of it.

What is a muse?

That little inspiration in your head, simply waiting to be found and provide you a story. For every author, you have your muse--or muses. Whatever inspires you to write. Your muse is not always there; sometimes it leaves, and sometimes it doesn't return. Your muse is not always heard, either.

During the dark times of silence for the muse, we know it as Writer's Block. This is the poem-story of a muse, and how writer's block affects it.

I know that I’m supposed to be all ‘woe is me’ and weepy and whatnot, but honestly, I’m almost glad that that stupid foot-soldier stuck his sword in my gut.

Murtagh's last moments--reflecting upon his life in a brief one-shot.

Summary:

Saphira/Shruikan

Shruikan, having denied his heart for so long, can no longer when he returns to the sacred home of the elves one crisp autumn night, wishing for just one night to see this place again. When he is discovered, however, hundreds of years cannot deny them what could've been.

A short poem about the intimate connection between dragon and rider - and separation's toll upon it.