Dorian the Dragon Deer E-Book

Kelly Johnson

• Herausgeber: Kelly Johnson
• Kategorie: Abenteuer, Thriller, Horror
• Sprache: Englisch

Seitenzahl: 94

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2026

Beschreibung

Dorian, a young dragon-deer with untapped magical abilities, lives in a vibrant, enchanted forest where he feels caught between two worldstoo small to wield dragon flames, yet too large to move like a deer. One morning, guided by curious fireflies, he discovers a hidden glade where his dormant fire magic awakens for the first time, sparking both awe and wonder. As he experiments with his new abilities, he learns that his magic can create as well as burn, hinting at a deeper connection with the forest. Guided by Lila, a mystical, glowing fox, Dorian begins to understand the importance of intention and care in wielding his powers, realizing that true mastery comes from harmony with the living world around him. Together, they venture deeper into the Whispering Woods, discovering that the forest is alive, responsive, and full of secrets, while dark shadows and hidden dangers begin to challenge their journey, setting the stage for Dorians adventure, growth, and the awakening of his true magical potential.

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Dorian the Dragon Deer

Author: Kelly Johnson

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This eBook is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means without the prior written permission of the author.

Table of Contents

Chapter 1: A Spark in the Forest

Chapter 2: The Whispering Woods

Chapter 3: A Lesson in Flight

Chapter 4: The Mischievous Moon Sprites

Chapter 5: Murk in the Mist

Chapter 6: The Crystal Caverns

Chapter 7: The River of Forgotten Colors

Chapter 8: The Dance of Flames and Shadows

Chapter 9: Rainbow Restored

Chapter 10: Dorian’s Promise

Dorian the Dragon Deer

By: Kelly Johnson

Chapter 1: A Spark in the Forest

Dorian padded softly through the dappled forest, each careful step sinking into the springy moss beneath his hooves, a cushion of green that seemed to welcome him forward. Morning sunlight filtered through the towering canopy above, spilling in long, golden beams that dappled the forest floor with warmth and shimmer. Tiny motes of pollen, drifting seeds, and stray threads of spider silk floated lazily through the air, catching the light like fragments of starlight caught in a gentle breeze. His small antlers glimmered faintly as he moved, delicate curves refracting sunlight in brief, shy sparks. Only Dorian knew the secret hidden within that shimmer—a dormant, untamed magic that slept quietly, coiled like a living thread, waiting for the moment it would awaken.

He was neither fully dragon nor fully deer, and that in-between space often weighed heavier than any forest path he trod. He was too small to summon the roaring flames of the great dragons whose legends echoed across the mountains, yet too large and unwieldy to move with the effortless grace of the deer who bounded freely through sunlit clearings. His wings, still small and underdeveloped, itched at his sides, twitching whenever he attempted a longer leap or daring climb, as if they, too, yearned to grow into the kind of strength that would let him soar without fear.

As he moved beneath the arching branches of ancient oaks and maples, he felt the familiar weight of curious eyes upon him. A squirrel froze mid-scurry, tail puffed in surprise, peering down from a mossy branch. A pair of foxes, noses twitching, whispered behind a fallen log, their hushed voices trailing like ribbons of curiosity. Even the birds quieted for a heartbeat as he passed, their soft calls blending into the rustle of leaves above. The forest, normally so alive with song and chatter, held a brief, expectant hush, as though it, too, was aware of him, of what he carried and what he might become.

Dorian lowered his head slightly, feigning indifference, though the weight of their stares pressed gently but persistently against his chest. He wished—oh, how he wished—to belong without question, without explanation, without the ever-present feeling of being caught between two worlds. His heart fluttered uneasily, a small, insistent pulse that mirrored the faint flicker of magic in his antlers.

A sudden shimmer caught his eye—a dew-laden spiderweb glinting in the morning sun, threads vibrating slightly with unseen energy. Dorian paused, heart lifting a fraction, as a spark of curiosity flared alongside the slumbering magic in his antlers. He realized, in that moment, that the forest had not rejected him; it had simply been waiting for him to notice, to move carefully, to observe, and to connect. Every leaf that quivered in the breeze, every stream that gurgled softly, every creature that dared a glance—they were all part of a rhythm that he could, if he tried, learn to join.

With a slow exhale, Dorian lifted his head and let the faint glow in his antlers pulse gently, almost shyly, reflecting the first rays of the morning. The world felt a little wider, the air a little warmer, and for the first time in a long while, he felt the faintest sense that he was not entirely alone—that perhaps belonging wasn’t about being like everyone else, but about finding the moments where his magic, his courage, and his heart could meet the forest halfway.

And with that thought, Dorian stepped forward again, paws sinking into moss, wings twitching lightly at his sides, antlers shimmering faintly as if whispering a promise: one day, he would rise fully into the magic that lay within him, and the forest would be ready to see him soar.

Still, the forest itself never turned him away. It thrummed with life in a way that never failed to amaze him. Birds with iridescent feathers darted between branches, their songs weaving together into a living tapestry of sound. Tiny glimmering sprites zipped among the ferns and roots, leaving trails of sparkling dust that shimmered before fading into the air. Mushrooms clustered at the bases of ancient trees glowed softly in blues and greens, pulsing like patient lanterns guiding unseen travelers. Nearby streams hummed with quiet energy, their rippling surfaces reflecting every shade of sky and leaf above.

Yet for all its beauty, Dorian felt out of step with the world around him. His hooves caught on twisted roots where other creatures leapt with ease. When he tried to bound across a narrow stream, he landed clumsily on the bank, splashing water onto his chest. His wings fluttered uselessly, stirring leaves but lifting nothing else. Each misstep reminded him of the question he could never quite answer: What am I meant to be?

He paused beside an old oak, resting his forehead briefly against its bark. The tree was warm, alive, steady. “Maybe someday,” he whispered, though he wasn’t sure whether he was speaking to the forest—or to himself.

That was when a flicker of motion caught his eye.

A cluster of fireflies hovered low over the ferns nearby, glowing in warm amber tones. They moved differently than usual, spinning faster and tighter, weaving intricate patterns that felt almost deliberate. Their light pulsed in gentle waves, brightening and dimming as if breathing. Dorian straightened, his heart giving a curious flutter. There was something about their movement—something urgent yet inviting—that tugged at him from deep within.

The fireflies drifted a little farther ahead, then paused, circling once more before moving on. It felt unmistakably like an invitation.

Curiosity prickled in Dorian’s chest, warm and electric. Before he could second-guess himself, he followed. Each step carried him farther from the familiar paths etched by generations of forest creatures. The fireflies led him beneath gnarled roots that arched like doorways, around spiderwebs that shimmered with dew like spun glass, and past stones etched with faint, ancient markings half-swallowed by moss.

The forest subtly changed as he walked. The air grew cooler, quieter, as if the trees themselves were listening. The ground sloped gently downward, and the light dimmed into softer, deeper hues. Dorian felt a strange mixture of excitement and nervousness bloom within him, but the fireflies’ glow never wavered. Their amber light reflected in his eyes—and briefly, just briefly, danced along his antlers in a way that felt different, almost alive.

With every step, Dorian sensed that he was being drawn not just deeper into the forest, but closer to something waiting for him—something that knew him, something that might finally explain the magic sleeping within his shimmering antlers.

And without realizing it, Dorian stepped into a part of the woods where his journey was no longer mere wandering—it had become the beginning of something far greater, a path that pulsed with destiny.

The forest grew hushed around him. The familiar chorus of chirping birds and rustling leaves faded into a gentle quiet, broken only by the soft crackle of his hooves on the mossy ground and the distant, melodic trickle of a hidden stream. The air felt heavier here, charged with a still, expectant magic that made the hairs along his neck and back lift slightly. Every sound, every shimmer of light seemed sharper, more deliberate, as if the forest itself were holding its breath.

The trees began to thin, and then parted completely, revealing a secluded glade that seemed untouched by time. Towering, ancient trees formed a natural ring around it, their gnarled trunks wrapped in luminous moss that glowed faintly with a green light, soft but steady. Petals from flowers long faded drifted lazily on the gentle breeze, catching stray sunbeams and sparkling like dusted gemstones. Clusters of delicate mushrooms rose from the earth, their caps glimmering faintly, pale blues, purples, and silvers catching the light like tiny moons scattered across the forest floor. The scent of earth, dew, and faintly sweet pollen filled Dorian’s nose, and the energy of the place pressed warmly against his chest.

He stepped into the center of the glade, both fear and exhilaration coiling in his chest, tightening and releasing in tandem with the pulse of the forest beneath his hooves. The fireflies that had guided him here swirled faster, their lights weaving a complex pattern, circling and darting in a dance that seemed uniquely attuned to him. Dorian felt a tingle along his spine as his antlers shimmered, the dormant magic within them responding to the rhythm of the glade. A gentle warmth spread up from his chest and into his horns, stronger, steadier, more alive than ever before.

With a mixture of awe and trepidation, Dorian tilted his head. To his astonishment, a tiny flicker of flame leapt from the tip of one antler, hovering in midair like a miniature sun, bright enough to warm his face and cast playful shadows that danced across the moss and mushroom clusters. The light pulsed gently, in time with his heartbeat, responding to his thoughts, his cautious excitement, and the deep, budding sense that he had been meant for this very moment.

He lifted a hoof experimentally, and the flame pulsed brighter, stretching slightly as if acknowledging his movement. Then, with a tentative breath, he flexed his wings—small, still awkward—and felt the heat from the antler fire stir a subtle breeze around him. Tiny sparks of light drifted outward, mingling with the glow of moss, mushrooms, and fireflies, weaving a tapestry of magic that seemed to hum with life.

The glade was no longer simply a clearing; it was a mirror to his heart, a reflection of the power he had carried all along but had yet to fully claim. Dorian’s chest swelled, a fierce, thrilling certainty settling over him: this was the place where he could learn, where he could grow, where the dragon and deer within him could finally move together as one.

And as he stood there, bathed in the gentle, living light of the glade, the tiniest spark of a smile touched his lips. Somewhere, deep in the forest, the path ahead awaited—and Dorian knew, with a trembling thrill, that he was ready to follow it.