Guardian Of Ancients: A Science Fiction Space Opera Short Story: Agents of The Emperor Science Fiction Stories

By Connor Whiteley

An Ancient One. A Guardian. A Dangerous Threat.

Dragons live in the far future.

Dragon Smogical protects family. He loves his new planet. Smogical senses a deadly threat approaching.

The fate of everyone depends on Smogical.

A gripping, enthralling science fiction story setting up critical, exhilarating events for the future. Readers will love this story!

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• Language: English
• Publisher: CGD Publishing
• Release date: Apr 12, 2024
• ISBN: 9798223046622

Connor Whiteley

Hello, I'm Connor Whiteley, I am an 18-year-old who loves to write creatively, and I wrote my Brownsea trilogy when I was 14 years old after I went to Brownsea Island on a scout camp. At the camp, I started to think about how all the broken tiles and pottery got there and somehow a trilogy got created.Moreover, I love writing fantasy and sci-fi novels because you’re only limited by your imagination.In addition, I'm was an Explorer Scout and I love camping, sailing and other outdoor activities as well as cooking.Furthermore, I do quite a bit of charity work as well. For example: in early 2018 I was a part of a youth panel which was involved in creating a report with research to try and get government funding for organised youth groups and through this panel. I was invited to Prince Charles’ 70th birthday party and how some of us got in the royal photograph.Finally, I am going to university and I hope to get my doctorate in clinical psychology in a few years.

Book preview

GUARDIAN OF ANCIENTS

My glorious brothers and sisters and parents are never meant to wake up again, they are always meant to sleep in their eternal darkness so the many warring, fighting and killing fractions in the galaxy can never find them and hurt them, but I already know someone is coming to kill them.

And that is something I absolutely have to stop.

You see my name is Smogical O’Dragon, and I’m an Ancient One, and I sort of feel like stupid humans might call me a dragon, with my massive fiery orange metallic scales, sword-like teeth and cold robotic eyes but I, well, when you put it that way I suppose I really am a dragon of sorts, and I do take my duty of watching over my sisters and brothers and parents extremely seriously.

My long claws bite into the cold grey slate rock as I rested my massive dragon body on top of an immense slate valley with a deep, very dark (and rather scary looking) serpentine canyon below me. I couldn’t see the bottom but I could see endless darkness that probably stretched on for hundreds and hundreds of metres.

If I was really interested in the twisted canyon with its darkness, smooth slate sides and sweet-smelling air, I might have breathed some fire into it, but I wasn’t.