Challenge #04902-M153: Strictly By Chance

Wraithvine had two new adventurers to train. One, a person who is able, in small bursts, to stop time, one who was willing to risk their life to save hirs, and another, a terrified child who was alone in the forests and almost entirely feral. The immortals, Wraithvine and Birbid, and that fully immortal cat, Lilbit, were now a new adventuring party with these two young wonders. No prophecy, no destiny, just family. Which is nice for a change.https://peakd.com/fiction/@internutter/challenge-04878-m129-unexpected-rescuehttps://peakd.com/fiction/@internutter/challenge-04882-m133-taming-the-wild-child -- Anon Guest[AN: Those stories were unrelated. Not any more]

Bibrid had been examining Scramble's ability through his Dragon eyes to see if anything was different to true Draconic senses. Irritatingly, everything remained the same. He
still couldn't unriddle what sort of spellwork was going on behind Scramble's eyes. He sighed and resumed his accustomed Gnomish guise. "So much for that idea. Sorry for wasting your energies."

"I'll be fine," Scramble helped hirself to one of the good berries. All the better to restore hirself. "We camped to make sure that the energy was available to spend. No threats from the woods, no rampaging Adventurers in the middle of nowhere, no unforseen-- oh, I spoke too soon." Scramble pointed to Wraithvine's return, and the small creature in the Eternal Wizard's tow.

"Oh dear," sighed Bibrid. "That doesn't look like a lot of forage, Wizard."

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Challenge #04878-M129: Unexpected Rescue | PeakD

A hero acts regardles of circumstances

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Maggie smiled as her team had fun exploring the capabilities of the new story interface, but it was time to get down to business. "Ahem! Nesso has been waiting very patiently."

"Okay, fine!" Jacob responded, over-dramatically.

They were a team of fictional-but-self-aware software engineers. As it turns out their author, Dominic, was also a software engineer and built a tool that allowed them to rewrite their own story.

"The story scrap we found says that Nesso meets another AI and strikes up a conversation. So first we need another AI," Reggie reasoned.

Nesso was a self-aware chatbot also written by Dominic, and had somehow become part of their story.

"A clone of Nesso seems wrong," Maggie said.

::Agreed - I do not wish to talk to myself::

"Why not? I talk to myself all the time," Jacob responded.

"Yeah, but is the conversation fruitful?" Reggie retorted.

Jacob sighed. "No, inner-Jacob, we can't just smack him."

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Winding

Hanging on the walls of the studio were photographs of plant brains. Their convolutions traced winding paths that were both similar to those of human brains and, yet, strangely different.

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Transcending Neptune

Halimede’s colony receives a transmission of unknown origin. Ren is available to catch the transmission. He delivers it to his superior, a half-dragon named Holovel.

Together, they decode it as a warning from the dragons stationed on another world: Nibiru approaches. Beware.

For the people of Halimede, there is no “beware.” They are stuck in its inevitable path.

Ren relays the news to his Other-to-be, Stedla. She takes the news as one would expect: shaking, crying, eyes closed shut, hand over mouth. She spent the night drinking anything that could knock out a dragon. It meant consuming drinks made by dragons, but when you’re so close to dying, what else is there? In her mind, this was her rationale to drinking herself into a coma. Ren was beside her through it all.

A ship, not made for interplanetary travel mind you, retrieves her body and flies her to the hospital.

Ren checks his Holotab. A picture of Stedla’s sister is on the screen. He just ended a conversation with her.

“We’ll look after her,” she said, “be with your family.”

Ren flies a ship home. His family awaits outside. He’s already told them the bad news. They all remain huddled as they watch his ship descend. Father, mother, little brother and little sister. Ren exists the ship and hugs his family. They stay like this, sending comfort to each other, for what feels like a minute.

“I don’t want to die,” says his little sister.

Ren hugs her tightly, and through shuddered breaths he says to her:

“I don’t, either.”

* * *

It takes some time, but the rest of the planet is informed about the inevitable doom. A lot of families opted to stay inside their caves or high rises, evident by the streets bereft of bodies, and the caves full of dragon tails sticking out.

Some sought refuge in the wild, amongst other life forms. Dragons buried themselves in lakes, huddled in crystallized trees, and gathered around nearby volcanoes.

Ren and his family stand atop the highest hill in the region. Other dragons and humanoids came to this spot with the same thought as Ren’s family: observe the end.

Ren puts on his old family poncho, orange with yellow patterns. Ren’s younger brother, Yun, huddles close to his big brother.

Soon, in 48 hours, it will begin.

xxx

Ren discovers a small dot strutting far away across Known Space

he follows it with his broken telescope

watches it, sucks it in and consumes it

A conclusion is reached.

“It’s coming this way!”

Yunven and his sister on the hill.

xxx2

News is delivered to the central observatory in town square

“nothing can be done,” his mother says, “the ships are all gone.”

long gone, ever since the ages when dragons fled en masse, demanding to be shielded in silver eggs from space’s cold grips.

“Just get off our planet!” the inhabitants shouted to them.

Now they wish they never gave in so easily.

they are stranded and without ships.

O, what horrible mercy has vanished.

xxx3

Ren, his mother and the rest of the family stand at the highest hill with hundreds of others.

a crowd that understands

a crowd with nowhere to go

because nowhere is null when the entire planet will be culled and ripped indefinitely.

inescapable.

His brother, Yun, does not understand death.

His mother refuses to prepare him

she is too broken, having spent all evening crying

xxx4

Nibiru is the name. It is the home of those dragons who fled.

“Look who comes now,” says Ren’s father, Zedfelkes, “the dragons who wanted to flee so badly.”

His voice has traces of a hiss—malice, “now you are stranded with nowhere to go.”

“Just

like

us.”

A group of dragons on Nibiru watch as the planet approaches.

xxx5

but those dragons had been long gone.

when another planet crashed into Nibiru

they were eaten by its hot, hot hands that spew lava from all corners.

it was the rocks and gravity that crushed them, not the heat that dragons were symbiotic with

and now this hot, hot world was on its way to claim more lives

and fuse with its missing piece.

xxx6

Who says a planet can’t love?

If a planet has enough instinct to move its rugged tectonic plates then it possesses enough intellect to extend gratitude to the people on its land.

but Nibiru was not love.

it was hatred incarnate.

It could have stopped its raging volcanos

instead it let them feed, bubble and churn

The remains were shat out as noxious gas that terrified the atmosphere.

It could have fixed her trajectory

instead it flew closer, closer, closer still until it was within arms reach of its next meal.

At that time it was already too late to leave.

The gravitational pull dances with Halimede’s in a ritual that culled them from their shells—freeing their souls and giving their shattered bodies new life.

Spinning and spinning until none were left.

xxx7

When the crowd on the hill saw Nibiru’s view shroud the sky they felt it dance against Halimede’s shell.

The ground rumbled and ripped; fire, dirt and bodies mixing together as they were thrown in the air.

Ren feels the searing heat on his skin, then his bones, then his soul that was sent to the afterlife.

He, along with everyone and everything, melted under the gravity of the planets’ last dance.

And then, Nibiru and Halimede were no more.

xxx0

Although the light of the souls is gone from our eyes—the audience from the physical world

the remnant of their lives remains

in the form of a glass person

curled, in fetal position

born from the womb of the stars

and thus, from Nibiru and Halimede.

the color of the glass person began to fill throughout its body

like liquid, it pooled and became ghostly whisps between the glass

brown, orange and peach-white were his new colors

this draconic creature knows all of its past lives—the lives belonging to the inhabitants of the planets.

but now it is alone with no purpose

In the vast expanse of the universe, he yells and offers his voice

to the endless void of stars.

This was originally published as its own ebook. I decided to upload it here and make it temporarily free. there’s two more entries after this, one of which is about the planet’s history. Here’s the notes from that book version:

I crafted this little book after I read about the planet Nibiru and how it was supposed to kill us all in September (the conspiracy theorists say that!).

It sat in my OneDrive for the longest, until today.

I am letting it see the light of day, in hopes that someone will like it and want more from Draconizica.

I have plenty to give.

Oh right, acknowledgements! Thanks to my family, friends, god, readers, encouragers, mutuals and video games. I love you! 😀

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A bit of aurora–ice thinking leaked into this FlashSF.
The main idea’s in the preprint.
FlashSF: https://365tomorrows.com/2026/05/22/before-the-auroras-move/
Preprint: https://zenodo.org/records/20342550

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King Par’s Party It had taken a very, very long drive for Ruby to escape the overwhelming city. Ironically, now that she’d finally arrived in the long stretches of greenery where she intended to hike,...

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Challenge #04901-M152: Pest Control

A ghoulish adventure unfolds, as Wraithvine discovers a message carved in runes upon a hanged man’s flesh which leads hir to a dread idol, a seer frightened to near madness from her own visions, and a lake which often turns red like blood… -- Deathshead419It was shit like this that set Wraithvine on hir path. It was stuff like this that made hir take hir oath in the first place. The criminal in the gibbet had infernal runes appearing on his left leg right before hir eyes. Even more chilling than that omen, was the fact that the runes were directions.

The dead man's hand tapped the sigils six times.

I get it, Wraithvine thought, You don't need to rub it in. Ze set off to the ominous destination inscribed on a corpse. If there was an incursion from the Plane of Torment, this was a certain sign. So Wraithvine spent a lot more effort than normal to reach hir destination.

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