Her draconian blood hummed with a newfound energy that rushed through her veins like wildfire and sent a surge of exhilaration through her entire being. Pure joy stretched her lips wide until her cheeks ached.
The dragons were a breathtaking display of colors and intricate details. Some boasted scales of iridescent emerald resembling the lush foliage of an enchanted forest, others transitioned seamlessly from fiery oranges to golden yellows reminiscent of a blazing sunset. Some displayed regal hues of sapphire blue like the sky on a clear summer day, others were adorned in shades of amethyst shimmering with royal elegance.
Teams of rowers, in colorful attire, skillfully navigated their dragons through the river in a dazzling exhibition. The synchronized and perfectly choreographed paddling, accompanied by the cheers and applause of the spectators, created a joyous atmosphere and a spectacle of unity, strength, and friendly competition.
Her heart nearly burst with excitement as she was too absorbed, marveling at their long, sinuous bodies. Their slender necks arched and they undulated gracefully, mindful of their riders as they moved with an innate fluidity.
"You must be a child of Asgorath," someone said and she turned to find an old man, his spine hunched from old age but his eyes brimmed with life still. An amber aura flickered around him.
"So are you," she mused, mirroring the warm smile he shot her.
After motioning for her to follow him, he clasped his hands behind his back and led her down a long flight of stairs.
"Only those of draconian blood can see the dragons."
"Humans can't?"
He shook his head. "They see a normal boat. Magic can do wonders, my child."
Her jaw went slack as they slowed to a stop beside the magnificent beasts. Up close, they looked even bigger and more spectacular. Delicate patterns of swirling lines and interlocking shapes traced along their bodies, creating a tapestry of ancient symbols and mythical motifs. Ornate crests embellished their heads and thin whiskers extended from their faces.
"Are you interested in a ride?"
"Are you kidding?" Evangeline squealed, "Absolutely!"
Eyes crinkling, the old man laughed before muttering a spell under his breath. With a flick of his wrist, she found herself astride the head of a dragon adorned in glistening emerald and gold scales.
"No one can see you so enjoy yourself to the fullest, Miss Evangeline."
Before she can ask how he knew her name, the beast emitted a thunderous roar and lunged forward, diving headfirst into the waters.
With a gleeful scream, Evangeline's heart raced as it effortlessly sliced through the current, sending sprays of water cascading in every direction. She clung tightly to its scaled neck, her hair dancing to the wind. They surged forward, the rhythmic strokes of the dragon's massive limbs propelling them with incredible speed.
Evangeline marveled at the enchanting sights that passed by in a blur, creating breathtaking scenery for their exhilarating journey.
Spellbound, she couldn't help but be swept away by the sheer thrill of it all. Immersed in the raw beauty and power of the moment, her worries and doubts slowly faded into insignificance as the creature carried her along. With each swish of its tail, she felt a newfound sense of liberation.
Rất tiếc! Hình ảnh này không tuân theo hướng dẫn nội dung. Để tiếp tục đăng tải, vui lòng xóa hoặc tải lên một hình ảnh khác.
Word count: 1000.
Note:
With this, the Fantasmical journey of Evangeline ends. But, her actual journey to unravel more of her ancient, draconian lineage has just begun.
Rất tiếc! Hình ảnh này không tuân theo hướng dẫn nội dung. Để tiếp tục đăng tải, vui lòng xóa hoặc tải lên một hình ảnh khác.
