It's really just a skeleton of a story, so I would love it if anyone would like to add more on or change things around.

It's for one of my pets, Rheth-- She's a god in the form of a dragon who has been around for centuries. She lives alone in a crumbling old temple, surrounded by her jewels and treasures. It's really just a rumor that she exists in the first place, but someone from her tribe decides to take a chance and seek her out to bring his prematurely dead wife back to life. He brings appropriate tribute and Rheth brings the woman back to life. One thing I wanted to add, but didn't quite know how to work it in, is that every time she heals a sickness or brings someone back to life, she gains another scar or some other sort of malady. She's already lost her wings completely, her claws are chipped and her horns are broken and she had gone blind.

I haven't written anything in a long time so I know it is not very good.

Help? Any feedback, positive or negative.

I would be more than happy to pay for embellishment, too. I know what I want done but just don't have the right words.

Story Here

The temple was huge, old and made of stone. Heavily thorned branches grew up its side, blocking most of the entrance and flowing through the dilapidated courtyard. An old fountain, once rich with fresh water, stood unused and desiccated. Coins still littered the bottom, now rusted and dirtied with age. Though neglected, there was an aura of importance surrounding the place.

A man trudged up the crumbling steps, shifting his burden slightly. It was heavy, almost as heavy as his heart, but he was too close to give up. Sliding through an opening between the thorns, he stepped into the temple. The air was still and stagnant. Now or never. After a brief hesitation, he ventured deeper.

There was a tremble in his voice when he spoke. "Great Mother. Our protector. I have need of your aid."

Silence.

Then a booming voice echoed across the hall. "You are aware of the price, then, child?"

Without a reply, the man laid his precious bundle upon the altar. From his pocket he withdrew a small sack and threw it in the direction of the voice. It tinkled as it landed, the sound of coin hitting against coin.

There was a laugh from the darkness, an odd, echoing noise filled with no emotion. "Eager to get on then, are we?" It was a feminine voice, cold but powerful.

Blue fire filled the room, issued forth from the maw of a great dragon. It slipped past her pointed teeth, illuminating the beast. A hulking body, covered in scars upon a hide of sickly green. Eyes that were sewn shut glowed from within. Massive claws gripped the earth, rending stone as if it were sand.

Seconds passed into minutes, and the fire consumed the altar. The cloth covering the bundle burned away into nothing, revealing the small form of a woman, her face frozen in death. Delicate white skin began to blister and sear while hair as black and night withered away. Soon, all that was left was the charred body and the heavy scent of burning flesh.

"Take her, now. She will awaken as the sun rises and be whole once again."

I'll read yours, if you read mine. :P

I think it's just fine. Though, there are a few fragments here and there, but you got through what you wanted.

Keep it up!