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Title: How to tame a dragon, a true-told story by One-Eyed Larry
Author: One-Eyed Larry
Genre: Non-Fiction(-ish), exaggerated autobiography
Dragons are fierce and fearsome beasts. Huge wings like hurricanes, claws like spears, you’ve heard it all before. Y’see me lad, dragons are truly misunderstood creatures, they are. They are beings, with emotions and feelings, with souls. Much like us, they can feel fear, anger, pain and love. The key to taming a dragon is to earn their trust. So, let me tell you a story, of how I lost both me arms and part o’ me eye, and instead gained a lifelong friend.
There I were, wing high in me sails, traveling across the endless seas, when I heard a cry on the wind that chilled my blood frozen solid. The cry of a dragon. E’ry honest sailor’s worst fear. I was certain my life was forfeit. Having just struck the best bargain o’ me life, me hull was full to bursting, and I was sure the dragon was coming for me hoard.
I grabbed me sword and braced meself for the oncoming attack. But it ne’er came. Instead I saw this huge, mighty beast fall from the sky and hit the water with a huge splash. I ran to look over the side o’ me ship, to make sure me eyes (I still had both o’ them at this time) weren’t tricking me.
Lo and behold, a mighty beast, felled. At first I was relieved, but when I caught a glimpse of the beast’s bright golden eye, I saw twas full o’ fear and pain. I wanted to turn me ship around and sail as far away as I could, but I couldn’t. I had to save the dragon.
I dove right into the water, with some rope around me waist. I bound the dragon to me ship and sailed to the closest island. There I pulled the beast on land with me own two arms - I also still had both o’ these at this time, but not for much longer.
I had hardly removed the rope for the dragon, when a larger, fiercer beast appeared in the sky. Twas clear it was coming for poor, wounded beast. So I did what any honest sailor would do; I grabbed me sword and fought a mighty battle. It bit, and slashed and breathed flame at me, but I held me ground. I poked, and slashed and yelled back at it. And so we fought.
In the end I managed to fell the big beast, but not until it had devoured both me arms and ripped me eye right out of me socket with its mighty claws. Twas a small price to pay, as my wee dragon was safe once more.
While it regained its strength, I buried my treasure on the island, hidden someplace deep in the forest. When it was time to part, the wee dragon promised to protect me treasure. And I vowed to come back with more treasure whenever I could.
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Title: A day at the carrousel
Author: Unknown author
Genre: Children’s story, Poetry
We are going out today
A day in the park, as mom would say
The bright sunshine to light our way
Let’s go now, it’s time to play
The carrousel, colourful and bright
We want to go for another ride
The horses whinny as they stride
The wind in our hair as we forward glide
Round and round the horses go
Kids squealing with joy on every row
The music stops; it’s the end of the show
Let’s go back here again tomorrow
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Title: How to create your own Prosperity
Author: Duna “the Wealthy”
Genre: Non-Fiction, Business, DIY
Prosperity. We all wish for it, especially here in Iriverse. But what is prosperity, and how does one achieve it? Not to sound too full of myself, but I will have to admit that I have been fairly successful at creating prosperity for myself. Now I am not a selfish dragon, very a-typical, one might think, so I am writing this self-help book to help you prosper, so that we might enjoy our prosperity together.
So, where do you start? Rather than earning more treasures, as one might think, it actually starts with your spending habits. Do not spend a single penny. None of it. Hoard it all. This is probably the most difficult part, but once you have a knack for it, you’ll see your hoard grow every day, never once shrink. The easiest way to achieve this subliminal skill, is to avoid any temptation. Do not let it cross your path. And whenever temptation does end up finding its way to your doorstep, think to yourself ‘Do I really want this shiny new object? Even at the expense of my great hoard?’ The answer is ‘no’, ofcourse. You want your hoard to grow. And so you will be able to decline any offers made, no matter how tempting.
The second step to achieve prosperity is to earn more. No matter how small or invaluable something might seem, everything has a value. And all these tiny steps will add up in the end. You will achieve greatness. It will take some blood, sweat and tears, figuratively speaking of course, but every bit of effort you put in will pay off.
There are different methods to earn more value more quickly. Niche markets, unique services, great skill, or even just untapped potentials in the existing market. Keep an eye out for any venture that might proof lucrative, and soon, you’ll be as rich as I am.
So remember: 1. spend nothing, 2. hoard everything, and 3. exploit the untapped potentials of the market. This is how you'll become as rich as I am, my friend
Now that I have shared with you my secret to success, of course I do expect a little something in return. If I’ve said it before, I’ve said it a million times; I might be somewhat unconventional for a dragon. So no, I do not require any payment in gold or treasures. If you manage to achieve a bit of prosperity for yourself, all I ask you is to remember: in Iriverse, we all hope to achieve prosperity one day, together. Please share your spoils and riches, share your knowledge. Perhaps buy this useful self-help book as a gift for a friend or family, and help them on their way to greatness.
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The Tale of Miss. Taeri
Fiction
In the days of olde, there lived an adventurous young dragon under the name of Taeri. Taeri was of the most peculiar sort of dragon; for she was infatuated with humans. Their food, their games, but most importantly--their fires.
Of course, Taeri had never actually talked to a human. She was a dragon, after all, and humans did not take well to the sight of dragons. Instead, she watched from afar, traveling to different villages, grasping onto the bits of knowledge that she could get. However, on one particularly lonely night, her curiosity overcame her. Taeri had flown down to a village to investigate the fires that had bewildered her so.
Just as Taeri had begun prodding the still-burning pile of sticks in the middle of the human village, she heard a noise behind her. She turned slowly, expecting an angry human with a spear pointed at her heart. Instead, she came snout-to-nose with a small girl, eyes filled with wonder and a book in hand.
“Excuse me, are you a dragon?” The girl asked, unabashedly. Taeri huffed a plume of smoke in relief and nodded her head. The girl’s face lit up in excitement, and she began spitting out words at such a pace that gave Taeri concern for her small lungs.
“I can’t believe this! I have been reading all about dragons, all kinds of amazing things, terrible things, terribly amazing things! Well, you don’t seem very terrible, do you? The book said--” The girl babbled on, waving the book in her hand around. A simple drawing of a dragon spitting fire at a human city graced the cover, snapping Taeri out of her amusement. As she stepped backwards to make her escape, she stumbled, catching her wing on a spear that had been sticking out of the dirt nearby the fire. The dragon watched in horror as the sharp point ripped a tear in the webbing in her wings. She would never be able to fly again. Taeri took of running, the girl chasing after her.
The pair reached a clearing in a nearby forest and stopped. Taeri sat to inspect her injured wing, slowly breathing out a puff of smoke as she calmed down, when a soft voice came from behind her.
“Your wing. I-I’m sorry, this is all my fault, I shouldn’t have... My father was a researcher and after he and mother d-died I wanted to… to continue his research on d-dragons.. ” she hiccuped, tears flowing down her face. The dragon folded her good wing over the back of the human and drew her near. The child sobbed into the dragons side, quieting down as the night grew darker. Eventually, the two fell asleep in a bundle of tears and wings.
It is said in stories that the two beings, flightless dragon and orphaned child, grew to become the best pair of adventurers Fanterra had ever seen, and even better friends. Together, they set to explore the world that had been waiting for them.
