Amazing stories, by Regigigas_YT

 The sky above Cloud City was a vast sea of shifting blues and whites. It was beautiful, Damian thought, but lonely in its endlessness. Below the city’s floating streets, the clouds stretched like a false floor. The city felt like a sanctuary to some—a marvel of engineering, a beacon of hope. But to Damian, it was just a small island lost in the expanse. He stood at the edge of the training ground, holding his practice spear loosely in one clawed hand. His gray scales shimmered faintly in the sunlight, but his slender frame drew teasing glances from the other recruits. They hadn’t started yet, and already he could hear the whispers. "Do you think he's gonna go to the new simulator today?" said one of them, "Nah, he probably won't fit through the door with those hips he's got. I've seen singers that look less of a woman than he does!" responded the second, their conversation getting progressively louder, their laughter hurt more than anything they cou...

The air smelled of sweat and desperation. We were twenty when we dropped, parachutes flaring open like wounded birds caught in a violent storm. The island was unfamiliar—lush green hills marred by the scars of countless battles. Smoke rose from distant hills, and every sound—every snap of a twig—was enough to send shivers down our spines. The instant we touched the ground, we did so in an abandoned city, the place looked intact, and from the windows, we could see objects left exactly how they were last used, vehicles neatly parked as if their owners would one day return to use them once again, yet we knew that would never happen. We advanced slowly through the deserted streets illuminated by bright neon lights, advertisements littered the sides of every building, yet the products displayed were as unknown as our mission on this island. We soon found our way out through the grassy fields on the outskirts of the city. Yet, even in these massive spaces, there was no sound to be heard, no...