Enter Drackling's Realm -- sanctuary of fantasy, dragons, poetry, art, music, and more
Site hosted by Angelfire.com: Build your free website today!

Drackling's Realm

Hail O Fellow Travelor! Follow me further into the stars and magick that is my Realm ...

You wake up to a starry sky, millions upon millions of stars shining down upon you -- the moon pale and beautiful, floating in the dark of the night. You feel as if you've never slept nor woke, and suddenly you hear a noise, the whispering sound of wings sliding against rows upon rows of scales ...
You wirl around to stare at the dragon facing you with eyes of eternally burning embers, surprised you knew what it was before you saw it. It answers your unspoken question before you think it: "You are at the Isle of Portals, where all those who enter must leave eventually." You blink, and again the creature answers what you did not ask in a voice as dry and ancient as parchment: "One of the stars you see in the sky above you leads you to Drackling's Realm -- it is a portal as old as time itself and myself ... I will take you to this portal if you answer me one question."
You stare at its eyes of fire and whisper yes.

"This thing all things devours:
Birds, beast, trees, flowers;
Gnaws iron, bites steel;
Grinds hard stones to meal;
Slays king, ruins town,
And beats high mountain down.
What is it?"

--riddle by J.R.R. Tolkien
picture by Wayne Anderson

[click on the dragon above to enter]

Warning:Here There Be Draggons -- All Passers Through Beware -- Magick, Dreams, Faerie Dust, Flights, and Stars Are On the Path You Are About To Take ...

~Right now is the Year of the Snake~

See the Olde Entrance

The Fantasy Fights Vote for me in the Top50 Enchanted Sites Fantasy Fights Ultimate Vote Exchange Wall
Also, if you have the time :-), please vote for me in the Top 100 Fantasy Sites. ~blessed be always~

or visit my vote page

The tide recedes but leaves behind bright seashells on the sand,
The sun goes down, but gentle warmth still lingers on the land,
The music stops, and yet it echoes on in sweet refrains...
For every joy that passes, something beautiful remains.


This dove will always take you to a random page within my realm, and you shall see it again often:
Fly!!! This dove will take you to a random page within Drackling's Realm

Note: the banners that pop up whenever you fly to another site in my realm actually serve a purpose :-): You could e-mail the page you are viewing to a friend, find out when it's updated, and help keep angelfire.com's webspace free by clicking on the advertisements.
All contents Copyright © to ~Drackling