An Assault on an Aviwyrm

Flash Fiction by EJ LeBlanc The aviwyrm took no joy in her flight this night. Her long body undulated through the air, carried aloft by millions of golden scale-feathers flickering in the moons-light. Each scale-feather was a tiny, thrumming, angry wing, flapping in a blur to rush her away from her home. She moved as she sounded, like a mourning …