The Tycosian Language: This is the percieved language spoken by Justra during Korageth's lifetime, it consists of the words that Kora was able to comphrehend and understand. This word list was created during the time in which I was writting Korageth's original biography, it was designed to represent the language spoken by the creatures and beings of the Tycosian Valley, in short the entire language was simply designed to accompany the (Fictional) story of Korag's life, I am not in any way making any assertions that this is or ever was an actual viable language.

It was fun to make and I admit that I may have believed in it when I created it, but it is mere perception, and is simply on this site for novelty purposes and to enhance the biography of the dragon Korageth and his co-existence alongside the Tycosian wolf Justra.

The Finality of Who Jafira is:

*More so a speech then poem*

Who am I really?

I am someone who loves fantasy, mystery, life and the paranormal, someone who explores the great wilderness and strives to be different from everyone else, defies society as it is, flaunts his uniqueness in public, believes in energy and magic, while traveling everywhere to the sound of amazing new music. One who helps good friends and strangers to the detriment of himself, cares not for the perceptions of others, and lives each day as if it were his last.

Someone from another world and another life, an alien mind, a dragon lost in a world of man, desperately trying to fit in while not losing himself, someone who connects with other dragons of his past for guidance, Jafira for his youth and playfulness, Veltra for his wisdom, and intellect, as well as his past perception Korageth for his strength pride and will! I am someone who isn't afraid to play with the forces of the unknown, or seek his own path in life.

Someone who will climb the highest peak and gaze down in awe at Gods great creations, one who seeks to enjoy the peace of nature, and explore unknown areas in search of new adventures that others believe cannot possibly exist, one who spends his free times studying lost knowledge in the tops of forest trees in a hidden oasis in the desert, far from civilization, free to be with creation and the beauty around him.

Someone who has lived his life with much pain and suffering and has learned to always persevere for the greater reward, someone who has seen his past demolished and heartbroken can still look to the future bright eyed with the knowledge that his past was good, someone who has been hurt and alone and though weary to give his heart, can truly appreciate the warmth and undeserved love that a relationship can give.

A writer who writes tales of the world he believed to be his home, the creatures he wishes he could meet again, his characters sacrificing their lives always for the benefit of the greater good, an artist at heart who though lacking of his own skill can see the deep heart, individual skill and effort in the artwork of others, cherishing the work placed in each stroke. A poet in the darker depths of his mind, and one given to long speeches to no one but the spirits and nature around him.

Someone who had cloaked himself in darkness because no one showed him the light, a simple man, who wants nothing more then a simple life, a peaceful life to follow his dreams, to fulfill his ambitions, to rest, to sleep, to love, to be loved, and to sit upon the mountains with his friends and love ones, watching the blazing sunset in the distance, and learning to rest happily with those he can love and trust. Nothing more.

That is who I am...

Title: My Tycosa

(The Memory of my homeland.)

Tycosa...- My Tycosa hidden valley of the winds - whose lucent clouds shone with beauty and brilliance...- My Tycosa who's great falls fed our home and quenched my thirst.- My Tycosa whose once great woods held home to magic and elves. - My Tycosa whose great forests lie without equal in beauty and grace. - My Tycosa whose great rivers fell from mighty falls - and fed the lake of Kelona which itself nourished the land and it's creatures. - My Tycosa who's vast plains spread for miles - wielding great herds of magnificent beasts beyond the eye of man.- My Tycosa whose great tower once stood the symbol of pride and peace within the center- The center of paradise.

-My Tycosa whose vast mountains circled and concealed our home our valley of dragons and magic! The great mountains of Sycala, Those snowcapped peaks - without equal in majesty surpassed only by the great mountain of Tyfone - whose winds whistled songs of peace - always countering the mountain of Calakos - whose caverns were home to dragon hoards and treasures unknown. - My Tycosa hidden valley of the winds - how can you not be real after knowing the way I feel.

- You must exist in someway though impossible to show I still in some sense know - and I shall find you someday. - My hidden paradise born and lost through dreams - you will live forever in our hearts and minds. - Someday I'll return, - someday I'll comeback - your proclaimed guardian - your protector - and your friend. Korageth Nightwind.

Title: A Story is A World

You say I can not write, you say I am a blight but soon you'll see the truth and then you'll have your proof! You may not know my name you may not like my words but even still we're just the same we all must make our worlds. A story is a life and they are not the same. Just wield your pencil like a sword and make your dreams come true. Some may be indifferent others will think the same but the truth is you are not to blame, fore one land can not be perfect at least not to all... no story is right for all and each one has a flaw! that is why there different that is why there made. A story is a world and each one has a life each one is different and each one shines it's light.

Title: The Hidden Path

There is a time, there is a land, there is a place made by my hand a world of life a world of death, a place were elves can dwell and dragons growl a land of mystery and intrigue this hidden world within my mind is not that hard to find just open your heart and an eye seek the hidden path and try. Find the key to the past it doesn't have to be fast... Just remember the days before your troubles when life was fun and you blew bubbles find the little one within and soon you'll see the reward you win.