Indigo the Ice Dragon E-Book

Kelly Johnson

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

Seitenzahl: 97

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2026

Beschreibung

Indigo, a young ice dragon who thrives in the frozen peaks of Frostpeak Mountains, discovers a mysterious, glowing shard embedded in ice. The magical shard responds to her touch, amplifying her powers and allowing her to shape snow, ice, and streams with breathtaking precision, creating dazzling frozen sculptures and structures. While exhilarated by her newfound abilities, Indigo senses the shard carries a warning: her power must be used wisely, as unseen forces and potential dangers stir in the world beyond her icy domain. Balancing wonder with responsibility, she embarks on a journey of discovery, growth, and the awakening of a magical destiny that promises adventure, challenges, and the chance to protect her fragile, frost-bound kingdom.

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Indigo the Ice Dragon

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 Chilly Surprise

Chapter 2: The Shard’s Secret

Chapter 3: Friends from Afar

Chapter 4: The Frostpeak Forest

Chapter 5: Shadows in the Snow

Chapter 6: Lessons of the Ancient Dragons

Chapter 7: Preparing for the Storm

Chapter 8: The Battle of Frostpeak

Chapter 9: Restoring the Balance

Chapter 10: A Dragon’s Promise

Indigo the Ice Dragon

By: Kelly Johnson

Chapter 1: A Chilly Surprise

Indigo, a young ice dragon with scales that shimmered like frozen sapphire, loved nothing more than the cold. She lived atop the highest peaks of the Frostpeak Mountains, where the air was crisp and sharp, each breath a frosty puff that hung briefly in the sunlight before vanishing into the pale blue sky. The snow sparkled like scattered diamonds, each flake catching light and fracturing it into fleeting rainbows that danced across the ridges. The wind carried songs that only dragons seemed to hear: low, haunting melodies that rustled through jagged cliffs, hummed across frozen crevices, and whispered secrets of the mountains’ ancient past. From her perch, Indigo could see valleys blanketed in pristine white, rivers curling like silver ribbons through forests crusted with frost, and clouds so low that, if she leapt far enough, she could almost brush them with her snout. Even the distant peaks shimmered like glass in the morning light, and she often imagined herself sliding down their sides, racing the wind as it howled and tumbled through narrow, jagged canyons.

Though the world was breathtaking, Indigo often felt a quiet ache of loneliness. Dragons were creatures of solitude by nature, and the icy heights of Frostpeak were no place for casual visitors. Occasionally, a bold eagle or wandering wolf would glimpse her wings slicing across the sky, or catch the glint of her sapphire scales glimmering in the sun, but none stayed long enough to share even a word. She spent her days practicing daring flights between spires of ice that rose like frozen towers, leaping from cliffs and twisting midair, catching herself with precise flicks of her wings. She loved the rush of wind over her scales, the thrill of icy air whipping past her snout, and the way her claws could hook into sheer walls of ice to stop herself at the last second.

Sometimes, she would curl atop the highest ridge, claws crunching softly on snow that had drifted into delicate swirls, and watch the horizon for hours. She imagined the lands beyond the mountains, where forests stretched like endless green waves, rivers shimmered with warmth rather than frost, and perhaps other creatures—dragons or not—waited to befriend her. Her gaze lingered on distant valleys, noting every curve of the land, every glimmer of ice or frost-touched tree, and she often traced invisible paths in her mind, planning daring flights or imagining secret hideaways. Her sapphire scales reflected the sun, sending fractured light scattering across the ice, and she sometimes found herself staring at her own reflection in frozen pools, wondering if the world would ever hold someone who understood her heart.

Even in her solitude, she discovered tiny joys in the mountain’s frozen beauty: the way icicles refracted sunlight into brilliant prisms, the delicate patterns frost etched on rocks and tree bark, or the crisp, exhilarating silence that blanketed the peaks in midwinter. Each day brought the chance to glide over ridges, feeling the wind surge beneath her wings, the snow sparkling beneath her as though cheering her on. And yet, no matter how high she soared, no matter how dazzling the sunlight on her scales, there lingered the quiet longing for a companion, a friend who could share the wonders of Frostpeak and the thrill of flight, who might see her not just as a dragon, but as someone with a heart full of warmth waiting to be shared.

One particularly bright morning, when the wind carried the sharp scent of winter flowers and the sky was the clearest shade of cerulean, Indigo decided to explore a part of the cliffs she had never dared before. The ice here was treacherous, slick and gleaming, cutting the sunlight into shards that made it difficult to tell which slopes were safe. She crouched low, claws digging into the frozen rock, and felt a thrill of both excitement and fear tickle her spine. The ridge was narrow, flanked on either side by dizzying drops into frosted chasms, yet the temptation of adventure was irresistible. She gave a playful roar, a vibration that shivered along her throat and rattled loose snow from the peaks above, before launching herself into a slide down the slope.

Snow sprayed around her in sparkling arcs, catching the light in a million tiny stars. The wind whipped past her horns and frills, tugging at the sharp edges of her wings and singing through her scales in a melody that was thrilling and wild. She twisted mid-slide, laughing in a dragon way that was more a resonance felt through the chest and scales than a sound anyone else could hear. Her talons scraped against icy outcrops, leaving faint trails of frost that lingered a moment before the wind scattered them. Every sense was alight: the sting of cold air against her face, the dizzying blur of white below, the crackle of frozen snow beneath her claws. A rush of pure exhilaration prickled every scale, every frill, every feather-like membrane along her wings.

When she reached the bottom, she skidded to a stop, snow puffing in clouds around her, and lifted her snout to the sky. The mountains stretched endlessly before her, a frozen kingdom of peaks, valleys, and hidden caves, each whispering promises of mysteries yet to explore. Indigo’s heart thrummed in her chest—half with the joy of the moment, half with a quiet longing she didn’t yet understand. Somewhere in this vast, icy world, adventure awaited, and she knew, deep in her bones, that it was only a matter of time before the mountains would bring her a surprise unlike any she had imagined.

Halfway down the slope, something unusual caught her eye. A faint glow shimmered beneath a thick layer of frost, pulsing softly like a heartbeat. Curious, Indigo skidded to a stop and leaned forward, claws scraping the ice. There, embedded in a crystal-clear block of frozen water, was a shard unlike anything she had ever seen. Its edges were smooth, yet they seemed to hum with energy, and it radiated a cold light tinged with violet and silver.

Indigo tilted her head, nostrils flaring as she sniffed at it. The shard hummed again, a soft vibration that tickled her snout and made her scales tingle. She could almost hear it calling her name. With a gentle breath, she warmed her icy claws, nudging the frost around it. The shard responded, pulsing brighter and sending a ripple through the surrounding ice. For a moment, the mountains were silent, as if the wind itself had paused to watch her discovery.

She circled the shard carefully, examining it from all angles. “What are you?” she murmured, voice reverberating softly against the frozen cliffs. Her reflection shimmered in the ice, blue scales glowing in response to the shard’s radiance. It was mesmerizing, magical, and… a little frightening.

Indigo’s curiosity overcame caution. She extended a claw to touch the shard. The instant she made contact, a surge of warmth spread through her icy body, and a voice—not in words, but a feeling—echoed in her mind. “I am waiting… only the worthy may wield me…” The sensation was like a thousand tiny snowflakes brushing across her heart, gentle yet insistent.

Startled, Indigo pulled back, her tail flicking nervously, sending a spray of ice crystals into the wind. Yet the shard’s glow did not dim. It pulsed steadily, as if coaxing her closer, whispering promises of power, adventure, and mysteries yet to be uncovered. Indigo realized this was no ordinary piece of ice—this was magic, ancient and alive, hidden in the frozen peaks for reasons she did not yet understand.

For the first time in her lonely life, Indigo felt a thrill she had never known. The shard was a puzzle, a challenge, and perhaps even a friend. The mountains around her seemed to lean closer, the wind swirling in patterns that felt almost deliberate, as if urging her forward. She knew in her heart that her life atop Frostpeak would never be the same.

Carefully, she lifted the shard from the ice with her claw. It was heavier than she expected, humming softly as if testing her grip. Indigo tucked it beneath her wing, eyes sparkling with anticipation. “Whatever you are,” she whispered, “we’re going to find out… together.”

And with that, Indigo spread her wings, launching into the clear, cold sky above Frostpeak. The shard’s glow cast shimmering patterns across her scales, painting trails of violet and silver in the snow-swirled wind. High above the mountains, she felt the exhilarating promise of adventure calling her forward, and for the first time, loneliness seemed like a thing of the past.

Chapter 2: The Shard’s Secret

Indigo had scarcely returned to her favorite ledge atop Frostpeak after discovering the glowing shard when curiosity overwhelmed caution. She nestled it carefully beneath her wing, feeling its soft pulse against her scales. The air around her seemed charged, tingling with energy that made the snow beneath her claws sparkle like a field of stars. The shard hummed, and for the first time, Indigo sensed it was not just a piece of magic—it was alive, aware, and curious about her as well.

Tentatively, she raised her claws and focused on a small pile of snow nearby. Her breath puffed in frosty clouds as she tried the simplest spell she knew: freezing snow into an icicle. Normally, her magic could create small ice shapes, but now, under the shard’s influence, the snow leapt into being with astonishing precision. Within seconds, a delicate, spiraling icicle, as tall as her own body, had formed, its surface glinting with prismatic light.

Eyes wide with delight, Indigo experimented further. She waved a claw, tracing intricate patterns in the air, and streams of ice twisted and curled into sculptures of deer, birds, and wolves frozen mid-leap. Each sculpture radiated a faint glow, almost as if infused with the shard’s pulse. The thrill of creation made her heart race; she had never felt her powers so responsive, so alive. Next, Indigo turned her attention to a small stream that snaked gracefully down the mountain’s side. Normally, it flowed steadily, its waters glittering in the sunlight like liquid silver, burbling softly over smooth stones and weaving through frost-covered reeds. She crouched low, claws sinking into the snow, and focused her mind, letting the shard’s energy pulse through her. The cool hum thrummed in her chest, vibrating through her scales, and she felt a tingling warmth that was both comforting and exhilarating.