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Yes, the dragons stories are back. I am not sure I can do them every day. But I will do my best, and as I recall... ========= 01.10.008 =========
Dragons are flying about the castle picking off people one by one, tearing them to shreds with their claws and teeth. The ones who are not eaten are thrown against the sheer granite walls below the castle facing the stormy sea of dichotomy. Their bloody bodies fall into the sea to be torn into meaty shreds by sharks and gators from the swampy Ystwyth river. Our princess has been rescued from atop the castle near the city stone by our master dragon commandeer, carried off into the night into our cave, a small fire has been built to warm her scantily clad body via flint/metal as she cries desperately, and they both hear the light, barely audible, click, click, click. He wraps his strong arms around the wet frozen princess and comforts her as she cries in his arms. Has our detective from the future found a way out? Has the alchemist peppered the potions with new alchemy brews? Does the kid who started this whole thing at the turn of the century or mellinium at the strike of midnight know what he has brought the world to, or the past against?
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The nasty wet sea batters the granite walls. The turbulance and sea spray make the beaches black or dark gray. The princess whispers in the dragon masters ear "What's your name" "I am Caradog" "Lovely name, however a bit girly for a man dont you think?" "Do I appear to be a girl, UTTER NONSENSE" "Easy there it was a joke silly man" "Ohhh, ok good, just keep that straight in your mind ok" "Ok SIR" "Now your talking" "How do you get that dragon to do as you please, you and him swooped in as you latched onto me with one arm and pulled your reins with the other" "He doesnt always do as I please, this is why I carry a sword" "You would strike such a lovely beast with a sword" "Only if he doesnt do as I want" "That really didnt answer my question, most men or women would have been eaten or killed by this beast by now" "I raised him, when I got him he was little more than a hatchling, I fed him with a cloth dipped in milk and he thinks I am either his father or mother" "That is one of the funniest things I've ever heard, he loves you?" "Yes he does and the feeling is mutual,,,,,,I protect him and he protects me" "Ohhhh literal nonsense" "Ok, rise up against me if you please" The princess rises from the cave floor and looks over at the dragon which appears to be sleeping at this point. She thinks, that dragon doesnt know language, how can he know? She picks up a stone and turns back around to look at Caradog. Caradog claps his hands in rapid claps and the beast rises from it's sleep, shooting emits from nostrils and forcing enormous expires of fire at the tiny princess. She runs off into a cave corridor back into the darkness screaming at the top of her lungs
"Will you stop it please, I believe you already?"The dragon screeches like hundreds of enormous nails dragging across glass and grit. "Yes, but I would suggest you dont do it again." He points a tiny mirror at the beast so she cannot see and the dragon calms and returns to his corner. The gorgeous princess emerges from the darkest depths of the corridor, tears streaming down her round rosey cheeks and onto her silk blouse. Caradog finally notices her, not just as a fair maiden, but as someone he desires. "What are you staring at anyway you have made me angry, scared and at your mercy, and you seem to be enjoying it too" "That I am, what is your name anyhow" "I AM RHIANNION PRINCESS OF GWYNEDD QUIT STARING AT MY BREASTS" Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetuer adipiscing elit, sed diem nonummy nibh euismod tincidunt ut lacreet dolore magna aliguam erat volutpat.

===01.13.008===
The sea brews as of churning, bellowing cauldrin, blood blends with blood, attracting and intensifying shark feed with their razor sharp teeth. Winds whip at 30-35kmp, BOOM! Lightning strikes the castle tower, scattering stones, dust and debris amongst the inner garden. Thunder rumbles through the hills and shakes the castle walls. Rain POURS upon the town. Most if not all dragons enter their caves and pits as they are deathly afraid of lightning. Too many dragon have fallen from flight amidst storms while carrying sworded warriors and metal talon sheaths. They know not why they get struck frequently. Does it really matter? Visabilty is poor for flight. A dense fog sets in... The towns folk gasp and breath a sigh of relief. Rain will bring a cleansing as will lightning re polarising earth soils and elements. Thirty percent of the town population are nothing more than a fatal "remains" or waiting to be fed to the trees. The stench of rotten corpses set in with the sticky fog, it lingers, then it overpowers. Bacteria spreads like wildfire. Plagues are sure to set in. But our alchemist is busy with various medication preperations and potions into the darkest hours of night.
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"But you have lovely breasts" "Sigh, thank you, a girl needs a compliment now and again, right now I would die for a long hot bath, sea salts and honeysuckle candles" "You know I could go for that myself, all in time precious one, all in time" "I am sooo sleepy, YAWN" "I will pull the dragon saddle blanket for you to lie in" "Caradog?".... .... .... "CARADOG?" "What?" "Thank you!" "Your welcome."
===01.15.008===
Caradog approachs the dragon, reaches under it's belly and unbuckles it's saddle. Removing it carefully as he thinks to himself and mutters quietly "how did I ever get myself in such a muck?" The beast looks at him with tired eyes, and grunts approvingly as the blanket is removed. Caradog turns around and looks at the lovely princess, and he hears a click, click, click. Not of the familiar sound but of his friend needing something. He turns back, squats and begins unbuckling the razor talon sheaths. Even though this is always done with care and ease, he has still cut himself on many occasions. Perhaps he should remember his net gloves more often, nahhh, too miserable for someone who enjoys every nuance of their hands and fingers. He lays the sheaths aside and quietly returns. "Here you are Rhiannon" "Ohhh thank you I was about to freeze me arse off" "Now dont go doing that, we may need it later on" "WHAT?" "It was a joke, did I not rescue you from the fate of death?" "Yes, I suppose you did" "Well, there you go" "Sorry, anyone would be a bit paranoid and confused after all these strange, demanding occurances" "True" Caradog stokes the fire as he sees bumps come up on the lovely Rhiannons breasts, cold yet hot. As he stokes the sword into the hot fire he looks at her and grins an evil yet warm grin. "I said quit staring at my breasts" "Why" "Your just a naughty warrior arent you" "Naughty and hard as nails they say" "Who" "They, thats who" "What" "Do you always ask so many questions" "No why" "Come again" "When" "How." He looks into her gorgeous blue eyes, takes her by the arm and pulls her to him as their eyes lock and he rubs her lips with his teasingly, and delicate. "No" "Dont you trust me" "Well" "SHUT UP." He draws her tightly to him and wraps his hands across the small of her back and presses himself to her as their lips and tongues play light darty games, teasingly, yet funny and HOT. He slips his tongue in her as the passion rises and smoke fills the cave. Dragon lets out a huge GRUUUNT. Rhiannon backs away a couple inches, yet still holding her warrior tight. "Was that YOU?" "Yes, I havent eaten" They both laugh so hard tears fill their eyes. "Rhiannon" "Caradog" "Dont you think we should get some sleep" "Bloody well right too, you think YOUR SLEEPING TONIGHT?"
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Gwynedd Coat Of Arms

The "Dragons Stories" began in December of 1999 amidst all the controversy and bull associated with the turn
of the mellenium. They are called this because they were done in daily segments for a Yahoo group every
morning which I created called dodfree. There were roughly 168 members in the group alone who would log on
every morning to read the story with coffee before work or school. Many of these are saved on disc and will be
edited into a book. Any similarities to other writers may be a mere coincedence and it may not. You decide.
1. Yes there is something in the brief case from the future.
2. The detective is from there and has been propelled into the past.
3. The kid hacker is in fact a hacker and got into all the wrong things.
4. The settings of the past and the future are intricately related as they should be
5. Yes in fact an all mighty end to existence in the future realm and past may indeed be
coming to an end or memory, realms, existence or anything at all forever if SOMETHING is not done
the dates involved really cannot be installed until the book is finished for that very reason
nobody knows what the future holds. I will set us way into the future though and way into the past will
be middle age time. Time of alchemy and new physicians. I will bring people up to snuff on the book/story and we have a new forum which if people join
Our Awesome New Forum
It may give me a big grin so that I will write faster for people to read new material every morning
Does our hero make the gorgeous princess?

Crew:
Caradog, Rhiannon, Victoria, Lilith, Heather, Nic, James, Declan, Mr Friday, Carys, Glenda, Bethan, Megan, Zosimos.
Our Story Is Set In Beaumaris Castle, on Conway Bay and San Francisco CA

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