To shapeshift, beginner witches require a diagram–and by diagram I mean, pages of drawings about what to do with all your organs and pages more about how to make new organs and
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Seasons
How many years had passed since I graduated? Golly, I hadn’t kept track. A lot in The City. A lot more in the Realm of Green Dragons. But even before I left, I was older than any
14- Down to Earth
Yeah, I went back to Earth. I don’t know why, there’s very little to use for magic there. There used to be, according to some old demons and monsters. But all the roads and cars and cities and
Blight Reaper
Sliptide’s sleeping lover dozed in the den, yet mud from hundreds of years of monsoons had nearly closed the opening. I didn’t unblock it, though, since she still had several thousand
sow chaos
I stayed until the night’s life left my wrinkled skin and white hair as old as ever, but I was so scared to check if Sliptide got her memories back that of course I punished myself by tracking her down
13- the tyrant
I wandered the Realm of Green Dragons for seasons, hunted skins for tents and sandals, took a few emerald scales from a sleeping dragon’s swampy cave
In gradients
Green dragons are immortal. Nights hunt dragons. I’m not a dragon or a dragonologist but I do
Bind & Kind
Eat up, she said. You’ll need your strength, she said. If you’re bent on entering the astral plane, I can try to help, she said. But remember when I said, she said, we do
6- up again
(slight trigger warning for this poem: short descriptions of death and carnage) *** The green dragon almost didn’t want to go back home, she wanted to fly past the desert I’d never crossed and find a sea and eat the
My first hero
The copper dome could’ve been a school or a mansion or a hill somebody polished. But people definitely lived inside, I could hear them talking, their machines buzzing, noises drifting to the mesa like heartbeats through a demon’s
Jordyn Saelor 