dragon protector

by Bill Tiepelman

The Flame-Furred Dragonling

In the quiet, maple-scented corner of the Everamber Woods, something far from quiet was about to happen. It all began when a certain someone—let’s call him Boris the Nearly Brave—decided that dragons were nothing more than oversized chickens with fire breath. "I’ll make my fortune selling flame-proof armor," he’d declare, waving his sword around in the village tavern, entirely forgetting he’d spent the last three years cowering from squirrels. But fate, as it tends to do, had other plans. Plans that involved tiny claws, fiery pink fur, and an ego-deflating encounter in the heart of autumn’s most beautiful, and least predictable, forest. The Trouble with Eggs Boris, fueled by one too many tankards of mead and even more bad decisions, set out on an epic quest—well, a quest anyway—to find dragon eggs. The village rumor mill had been in overdrive: someone had spotted a strange glow in Everamber Woods. And since Boris was running out of excuses to avoid his debts, he figured, "Why not? Maybe I’ll find an egg, maybe I’ll die. Either way, it's less embarrassing than borrowing more coin from Granny Norgle." So off he trudged, swinging his sword at nothing in particular, and muttering about becoming the most famous dragonslayer this side of the River of Regret (a fitting name, considering his future). The deeper he ventured into the woods, the more brilliant the autumn colors became—reds, oranges, and yellows swirling in the wind, as if the trees themselves were on fire. And at the heart of it all, nestled between two particularly ancient-looking oaks, was an egg. Now, you’d think Boris would be suspicious about an unguarded, glowing egg just lying in a bed of autumn leaves. You’d think he’d stop to ask, "Where’s the giant, fire-breathing mother that laid this thing?" But no, Boris—drunk on mead and ego—picked up the egg and stuffed it in his satchel like it was a stolen loaf of bread. The Hatchling Awakens For a good five minutes, Boris was convinced he’d won. He could already picture himself strutting through the village, selling dragon omelets for a fortune. But then the egg began to crack. A faint glow seeped through the fissures, followed by a high-pitched chirp. This, of course, was the part where Boris panicked. "Stay in there, you overgrown lizard!" he shouted, as if that would stop nature from taking its course. And then—pop!—out came the strangest creature Boris had ever seen. It wasn’t quite the fearsome dragon of legends. No, this little beast had fluffy, vibrant pink fur, big soulful eyes, and wings that looked like they belonged more on a bat that had partied too hard than a dragon of terror. Its scales glittered, but in an oddly adorable way, and its tiny horns curled like it was still deciding whether to be cute or dangerous. The baby dragon blinked at Boris, then promptly sneezed. A puff of smoke curled out of its nostrils and, as luck would have it, ignited the nearest pile of leaves. Boris jumped back, flailing as if he’d been shot at by a crossbow. The dragonling, however, just sat there, wagging its tail like a puppy who’d discovered fire for the first time. "Great," Boris muttered. "Not only did I find a dragon, but it’s defective." The Unlikely Partnership Now, most people would’ve left the pink, fluffy ball of destruction right there in the forest. But Boris, ever the opportunist, figured there might still be a way to profit from this. Maybe he could train it to breathe fire on command, torch a few bandits, or at least keep his feet warm at night. He named the dragonling Fizzle, because that’s all it seemed capable of—small bursts of smoke, little pops of fire, and an uncontrollable knack for setting things ablaze that shouldn't be ablaze, like Boris’s beard. It turned out that Fizzle wasn’t just a dragon. He was a flame-furred, overly affectionate, extremely curious dragonling who thought everything was food, including Boris’s sword. "Stop chewing that, you oversized squirrel!" Boris would yell, yanking the blade away before Fizzle reduced it to scrap metal. But Fizzle would only blink those big, innocent eyes, as if to say, "What? Me? I’m just a baby." And that, dear reader, is how Boris the Nearly Brave became the babysitter to the least threatening, most destructive dragonling in history. The Quest for the Great Dragon Mother As the days turned into weeks, Boris and Fizzle became an odd pair. The dragonling grew—not in size (because let’s face it, Boris’s luck wouldn’t allow him to raise a proper dragon)—but in curiosity and chaos. Every day was a new adventure in avoiding complete disaster. One time, Fizzle ignited a cart of hay in the middle of town, sending Boris scrambling to explain why the "big, scary dragon" looked more like a stuffed toy gone wrong. "It’s not dangerous! I swear!" he shouted to the mob with pitchforks. "It’s... uh... just playing!" The villagers were, understandably, not convince    Bring Home the Chaos and Cuteness If raising a dragonling like Fizzle seems a bit too much, don’t worry—you can still bring a piece of his fiery charm into your life without the singed eyebrows. Check out these delightful items featuring the legendary Flame-Furred Dragonling: Throw Pillow – Cozy up with this vibrant and whimsical throw pillow, featuring Fizzle in all his pink-furred glory. A perfect touch of magical mayhem for your living room. Tapestry – Transform any space with the warm, autumn vibes of this stunning tapestry, featuring the adorable and mischievous dragonling. It’s like bringing a piece of Everamber Woods into your home—minus the accidental fires. Fleece Blanket – Stay warm (just like Boris tried to!) with this ultra-soft fleece blanket. Curl up under its magical design and let Fizzle keep you cozy without the risk of unexpected flame bursts. Tote Bag – Take a bit of dragon mischief on the go with this enchanting tote bag, perfect for your adventures—whether you’re braving the woods or just heading to the market. Whether you’re an aspiring dragonslayer or just a fan of fiery cuteness, these items will let you carry the spirit of Fizzle with you, without the need for flameproof armor. Shop now and add a little dragonling charm to your life!

by Bill Tiepelman

A Dragon’s Gentle Awakening

The meadow had seen better days. Between the relentless winter and whatever those drunken wizards did last spring, the flowers hadn’t exactly bounced back. Patches of scorched earth still dotted the field, as if the land itself had given up and decided, "Screw it, we’re done." And that’s when Ziggy, a newly hatched dragon, decided to make his grand entrance into the world. Ziggy wasn’t your typical dragon. Sure, he had the sharp claws, the fiery breath, and those cute little wings that hadn’t quite figured out how to lift him off the ground yet. But his real power? Timing. Ziggy had the gift of showing up precisely when life hit rock bottom, like a beacon of hope... or at least, a mildly entertaining distraction from the dumpster fire of existence. Emerging from his egg, Ziggy blinked at the world, stretching his tiny pink wings and yawning as if he'd just woken up from a hundred-year nap. The sun kissed his iridescent scales, casting a glow that would’ve been poetic if the damn field wasn’t so dead. His first thought? “Well, this sucks.” Ziggy trotted through the wilted flowers, his feet crunching through dried leaves. The meadow had been described to him by his ancestors as “a lush paradise, perfect for your first flight.” Right now, it looked more like the kind of place where hope goes to die. “Guess I missed the memo on the apocalypse,” he muttered, kicking over a burnt dandelion. “First day out of the shell, and I get... this?” He plopped down, tail twitching in frustration, and looked around for something to do. Ziggy wasn’t exactly big on “destiny” or “greatness” just yet. At the moment, his priorities were food, naps, and figuring out what the hell that weird itch was under his wing. But then, a noise caught his attention. It was faint, but it sounded like someone in the distance was having a really bad day. Or a really good brawl. Curiosity piqued, Ziggy trotted toward the sound. As he crested a small hill, he found the source—two travelers, battered and bruised, sitting next to a dying campfire. One, a burly warrior with more scars than social skills, grumbled as he tried to wrap a bandage around his leg. The other, a roguish figure, held a flask to his lips like it was the last drink on earth. “Of course, we get attacked by ogres,” the rogue said, taking a swig. “Why wouldn’t we? Just our luck.” “At least we didn’t die,” the warrior growled. “Yet.” Ziggy watched them from a distance, intrigued. These two looked like they had been through hell, and judging by their conversation, they weren’t exactly brimming with optimism. In fact, the rogue was muttering about how they’d probably end up as ogre poop in a ditch somewhere. Real uplifting stuff. But there was something in the way they carried on, even in their defeat, that struck a chord with Ziggy. These idiots weren’t giving up. They’d been knocked down—hard—but they were still here, bandaging their wounds and cursing the universe, but not quitting. “Dumbasses,” Ziggy snorted. “Guess someone’s gotta help ‘em out.” With a little dragon-sized puff of determination, Ziggy stepped out into the clearing. “Hey, jackasses!” he called out, his voice cracking adorably. “Need a hand?” The rogue nearly choked on his drink. “What the—” The warrior blinked. “Is that... a dragon?” “Congratulations, you’ve got eyes,” Ziggy retorted. “Look, I’m new here, but even I can tell you two need all the help you can get. What happened, anyway? Ogre? Goblin? Or did you just trip over your own egos?” The rogue smirked despite himself. “A dragon with an attitude. I like this kid.” “Trust me, it’s mutual. Now, what’s the plan? Or are we just gonna sit here and wait for death to take us like a bad date?” The warrior grunted. “No plan. Just... survive. Maybe make it to the next village, if we’re lucky.” Ziggy rolled his eyes. “Wow. Inspiring. Listen, you two look like you’ve had a rough day, so here’s the deal: I’m sticking with you. Consider me your new bodyguard.” “Bodyguard?” The rogue raised an eyebrow. “You? You’re like... two feet tall.” “Yeah, but I breathe fire,” Ziggy shot back, blowing a small flame for emphasis. “And believe me, I’ve got plenty of fuel in the tank. So, are we doing this or not?” The warrior stared at the tiny dragon for a moment, then sighed. “Screw it. Welcome to the team, dragon.” And so, Ziggy—newly hatched, slightly crass, and full of sass—joined the ragtag duo. Together, they limped through the wastelands, fighting off monsters, bad luck, and occasionally each other. But through it all, Ziggy became more than just a source of sarcastic commentary. His small but fiery presence gave the two travelers something they hadn’t had in a long time—hope. Because sometimes, the greatest strength comes from the smallest, most unexpected places. And in a world full of chaos, death, and disaster, a tiny dragon with a big mouth was exactly what they needed. After all, hope doesn’t always come wrapped in a shining knight or a legendary warrior. Sometimes, it looks like a pink-scaled, fire-breathing smartass who refuses to let you give up. And that was how Ziggy, the dragon who thought the world was pretty much garbage, learned that even in the worst of times, there's strength in showing up. Even if you don’t know what the hell you’re doing. The End    Celebrate the Magic of "A Dragon's Gentle Awakening" Feeling inspired by Ziggy’s story of resilience and sass? Take a piece of this magical adventure home with you! Acrylic Prints: Let Ziggy’s strength and charm light up your space with a stunning, vibrant acrylic print that captures the heart of his journey. Tapestry: Cozy up with the whimsical beauty of this story woven into an enchanting tapestry, perfect for bringing a touch of fantasy into your home. Greeting Cards: Share Ziggy’s hope and humor with loved ones by sending them a unique greeting card featuring this unforgettable dragon. Stickers: Keep Ziggy’s energy with you wherever you go! Slap this adorable dragon sticker on your laptop, water bottle, or journal. Bring a little bit of magic—and a lot of attitude—into your life with "A Dragon’s Gentle Awakening" merchandise!

by Bill Tiepelman

A Tale of Two Shadows

Within the heart of the Enchanted Wood, Eirlys sat at her loom, the threads she wove were not of silk or wool, but of dreams plucked from the slumbering earth. The dreams swirled with the vibrant colors of hopes and the dusky shades of fears, each a strand in the tapestry of destiny. By her side, Thorne watched, his keen eyes reflecting the myriad hues that danced upon the loom. His shadow intertwined with hers, a silent guardian tethered to her soul. One eve, as twilight merged with the inky canvas of night, a whisper drifted through the trees, a whisper that spoke of a shadow untamed, a darkness that sought the light of Eirlys's dreams. The loom stilled, the forest held its breath, and Thorne's spines bristled with an ancient magic. Together, they stood at the precipice of an adventure, one that would intertwine their shadows more deeply than ever before. The Call of the Shadowed Vale The whisper beckoned them to the Shadowed Vale, a place where no light dared to linger. It was in this vale that the dreams of the world were said to be born, and where nightmares came to die. Eirlys's heart quivered with trepidation and wonder, yet the bond she shared with Thorne gave her courage. With a nod to her companion, they set forth, their steps a silent vow to protect the dreams of all beings. Eirlys and Thorne journey towards the unknown, their path illuminated by the faint glimmer of starlight. Their shadows, two whispers of the night, embark on a quest that will reveal the true power of dreams and the enduring strength of the bond they share. Whispers in the Shadows In the silence of the Shadowed Vale, Eirlys and Thorne encountered the whisperer — an ethereal entity whose form flickered like a candle's flame caught between the winds of existence and oblivion. It was the Keeper of Equilibrium, a steward of the delicate balance between dreams and nightmares. "The Vale is fading," it spoke with a voice like the rustle of leaves, "for a darkness grows, one not of this world, feeding on the essence of dreams." Eirlys felt the threads of her own dreams stir, the colors dimming in response to the Keeper's words. Thorne's ember-like eyes glowed fiercely, a silent vow to defend the dreams he had come to cherish. "What can be done?" Eirlys inquired, her voice steady despite the shadows that coiled around them. The Eclipse of Dreams "A force from beyond the stars has cast its gaze upon the Vale, seeking the power held within the dreams," the Keeper explained. "It seeks the Dreamheart, the core of all dream essence." Eirlys's hands moved to the pendant resting against her collarbone, a gem pulsing with an inner light — the Dreamheart. It was not merely an ornament, but a sacred relic entrusted to her by the spirits of the Enchanted Wood. Thorne stepped forward, his protective presence a bastion against the creeping darkness. "We will stand against this force," he declared, the power of his ancient lineage awakening within him. The whisperer nodded, its form becoming more translucent. "The Eclipse of Dreams approaches, when the boundaries between thoughts and terrors wane. You must fortify the Vale's light with the Dreamheart before the eclipse consummates, or all will be lost to the void." Eirlys and Thorne face the daunting task of safeguarding the Dreamheart. The Vale, shrouded in secrets and uncertainty, beckons our heroes deeper into its heart, where light and shadow duel in an eternal dance. The Gathering Gloom With the destiny of the Vale hanging in the balance, Eirlys and Thorne made their way to the heart of the Shadowed Vale. The stars, veiled by the growing eclipse, dimmed as if mourning the impending darkness. As they approached the center, where the dreams were brightest and the nightmares most profound, the air thrummed with unseen energy. There, amidst the convergence of dreams, stood an ancient dais, its stone imbued with runes of old. Eirlys took her place upon it, with Thorne by her side, his scales bristling with the anticipation of battle. She lifted the Dreamheart, allowing its luminescence to spill forth, casting a protective circle of light. The Heart's Luminance The eclipse reached its zenith, and the Vale was bathed in a paradoxical twilight, both serene and ominous. Shadowy tendrils snaked towards the center, drawn to the Dreamheart's glow. Eirlys, her resolve as strong as the magic within her, began to weave a new tapestry, one of protection and strength, with Thorne lending his fire to the creation. Together, they channeled the Dreamheart's power, reinforcing the Vale's light. The shadows recoiled, thwarted by the purity of their combined will. Eirlys's dreams fused with the Vale's essence, bolstered by Thorne's ancient magic, forming a bastion against the encroaching darkness. The Dawn of Dreams As the eclipse waned, the darkness that had sought to devour the dreams was vanquished. The Vale, now resplendent with the rejuvenated power of dreams, bloomed anew. The Keeper of Equilibrium emerged, its form solidifying into clarity. "The balance is restored," it declared, "thanks to the Dreamweaver and the Dragonling. The Vale shall remember your valor." With the crisis averted, Eirlys and Thorne left the Vale, their shadows now legends whispered among the dreaming. They returned to the Enchanted Wood, where their story became a beacon of hope, a testament to the power held within dreams and the unyielding strength found in the unity of two shadows against the dark.     As Eirlys and Thorne's adventure lives on in the hearts of those who believe in the magic of dreams, you too can keep the essence of their journey alive. For the crafters and weavers of dreams among us, the "A Tale of Two Shadows" cross-stitch pattern offers a chance to recreate the enchantment stitch by stitch, just as Eirlys wove her tapestries of dreams. Adorn your walls with the wonder of their story by obtaining the "A Tale of Two Shadows" poster, a piece that captures the vivid imagery and emotion of the Vale's mystical allure. For those who wish to envelop themselves in the artistry of the Enchanted Wood and the Shadowed Vale, a tapestry featuring the legendary duo is available, a perfect addition to any space seeking the warmth of their legendary tale. Perhaps you’d prefer to rest your head upon a throw pillow, embroidered with the image of Thorne, as you dream your own dreams of valor and adventure each night. For those who love to carry a piece of the story with them, a sticker commemorating Eirlys and Thorne's bond is a small, yet poignant reminder of the light that dreams can hold in our lives. Lastly, a beautifully crafted framed print can make a profound statement in your home, echoing the tale's themes of friendship, courage, and the eternal dance of light and shadow. In every product, the spirit of "A Tale of Two Shadows" lives on, inviting you to become a part of the story, to weave your dreams into the fabric of the world, and to believe in the magic that dwells within the shadows.

by Bill Tiepelman

Nightwatch of the Starry Sentinel

In the realm where the fabric of night is sewn with threads of starlight, there was a dragon named Orionis, whose scales shimmered with a thousand galaxies. Orionis was ancient, a celestial being whose silent flight across the heavens was marked by the comet’s tail and the whisper of nebulas. On earth, his presence was known only to the wise and the watchful, to those who sought the solace of the stars and listened to the stories they told. It was on a particularly clear night that Orionis embarked on a journey unlike any he had known before. This night, his vast wings unfurled not to soar through the heavens, but to cradle something far more precious. Nestled within the crook of his tail, wrapped in the gossamer threads of the universe, lay a newborn child, an infant whose destiny was written in the constellations. The dragon’s journey was slow, a graceful arc that traversed the valleys and peaks of slumbering clouds. Below, the world spun in a silent waltz, unaware of the dragon's vigilant passage. Orionis’s eyes, deep pools of cosmic wisdom, reflected the tranquil world below — a patchwork quilt of sleeping forests, silent mountains, and winding rivers that gleamed like silver ribbons in the moonlight. With each beat of his mighty wings, the dragon and his charge rode the gentle rhythms of the night. It was a slow ride, a dance with the view of eternity, where each moment was savored, each star a story, each breeze a melody. The child, safe in the embrace of the dragon’s watch, slept soundly, the soft rise and fall of its chest a counterpoint to the beating heart of the cosmos. Orionis, the Starry Sentinel, knew the value of patience, of the slow passage of time. He knew that the smallest moments held the deepest truths, and as the earth slumbered below, he continued his watchful journey, a guardian not just of the child, but of the night itself, and all the small wonders it cradled. The Dreamscape Guardian As Orionis, the guardian of night, continued his celestial voyage, the veil between worlds grew thin, and the realm of dreams beckoned. The stars twinkled in recognition as the dragon entered this sacred space, a guardian not only of the physical night but of dreams as well. Each starlight beam was a path to a dream, and Orionis, with the sleeping child in his care, was the silent sentry at the gateway of dreams. The night deepened, and the dreamscape unfolded like a tapestry woven from the threads of imagination. Here, dreams bloomed like midnight flowers, each petal a different vision, each scent a different story. Orionis’s gentle breath stirred the dreams, sending them to dance around the child, weaving a lullaby of fantastical tales and adventures yet to be. In the dreamscape, the child stirred, smiling at visions of laughter and play, of flights through candy-colored skies and dives into rivers of starlight. These were the dreams that Orionis guarded, the innocent reveries of youth that held the seeds of tomorrow's hopes. With a deep, rumbling purr, the dragon infused the dreams with the warmth of his protection, ensuring that nothing but the sweetest of stories would visit the child's slumber. The universe watched and waited, for in the dreams of a child lay the future of all worlds. Orionis, the Dragon of Dreams, knew this well. As the first blush of dawn approached, the dragon completed his voyage, leaving the child cradled not just in the safety of its own bed, but in the promise of a new day filled with boundless possibilities, each one guarded by the vigilant love of the Starry Sentinel. With a final, affectionate glance, Orionis retreated into the tapestry of the waking sky, his silhouette fading into the light of dawn. Yet, his presence remained, a silent promise in the brightening sky, a guardian ever-watchful, ever-faithful, until the stars would once again call him to his nightly dance among the dreams.     Let the celestial tale of Orionis, the dragon guardian, weave its way into your world with our "Nightwatch of the Starry Sentinel" product collection. Each piece in this series captures the enchanting essence of the story, bringing the magic of the guardian's watch into your daily life. Adorn your wall with the "Nightwatch of the Starry Sentinel" poster, where the intricate details of Orionis’s scales and the peaceful innocence of the child he guards are brought to life in a visually stunning display. Enhance your desk with the mouse pad, a daily reminder of the dragon’s steadfast protection as you navigate through work and play, its smooth surface a testament to the seamless journey through the night sky. Wrap yourself in the fantasy with the tapestry, a fabric embodiment of the dreamscape that Orionis patrols, perfect for draping over your furnishings or as a wall hanging to transform any room into a space of dreamlike wonder. Assemble the celestial story piece by piece with our jigsaw puzzle, a meditative activity that echoes the dragon's slow and thoughtful passage across the heavens, culminating in a beautiful image of his sacred charge. And for those moments when you wish to send a message that carries the weight of ancient guardianship and timeless dreams, our greeting cards are the perfect vessel, each card a tribute to the dragon’s eternal vigil over the slumbering child. From the majestic to the intimate, the "Nightwatch of the Starry Sentinel" collection invites you to carry the magic of the guardians’ watch into your life, celebrating the peace and protection that blankets us all under the night sky.