Adventure
Dragon Days
There weren’t always dragons in the valley. The statement echoed in Zena’s mind. It was weirdly exactly what she wanted to hear. The white bearded old man who greeted her with those words had kind, trustworthy eyes, hazel colored and adorned with thick lashes and the type of wrinkles that only came from wisdom. So she allowed herself to get excited, maybe this trip would be more than soul searching and isolation.”I’ll take that as my first good omen of the trip, may the universe bless me with many more.” Zena whispered happily to herself.
By jade corbett4 years ago in Fiction
The Scales
There weren’t always dragons in the valley… But when they do appear sometimes the sky seems to talk. Amongst the moments of lost time when your dreams are heavy like the wide universe above, and the songs of the birds sing that humble tune that is when the sky can become like a voice.
By Aurora Mercado4 years ago in Fiction
The Madura Prophesy: Chapter One
“There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. Not too long ago, during the Midline era, humans and dragons remained separated by two worlds. Long before that, during the Old World, the two tribes roamed the same earth. The Spirit world, where the dragons tread, and the Physical world, were one. Both lived in harmony, until the humans’ hearts became corrupted by desire and lust; they wanted to have the Spirit world all to themselves. This desire grew, and unchecked, became untamed. A great war broke out, and many lives were lost. The great prophet, Ali Madura, sealed the Spirit world from the physical so there would be no more bloodshed. The Council of Kesper maintains the energetic barrier between both worlds… up until recent circumstances. The ruler of the Physical world is Queen Shahara. The ruler of the Spirit world is Lord Wei. You must know all this, child. For one day, you too will be the Queen’s right hand.”
By Sophia Shearman4 years ago in Fiction
The Burned World
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. But something had changed. It happened after nameless centuries filled with windswept summer nights of silent beauty, after decades of Marsh Kings floating still in their crystal green swamps, their nights sleepless and their days filled with the flashy bell chimes of thin metal fish.
By Rowan Finch4 years ago in Fiction
Immortuos
“There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. Indeed, Prevara’s Western Valley’s of The Outlands and The Ravaged Expanse were once free of draconic legend and terror,” Elder Caelynn wrote. As she writes this, surrounded by centuries of fragmented history collected within the ancient halls of the Atheneum, it’s difficult for Elder Caelynn to imagine a time where names like Aravax the Calamitous or Vasilya the Maleficent and her Children of Ruin were not ubiquitous in almost every household. There was once such a time, however, now almost lost and forgotten to a seemingly endless cyclical turmoil. Almost. “Centuries of archeological discovery indicate that the absence of menacing creatures in Prevara’s history applies to numerous other species besides dragons”, Elder Caelynn continues. “Even the Kammena Ladova Mountain Range, infamous for its populations of Deathbound, Ice Specters, and Shadow Tempests, was once only known to tame and natural creatures.”
By Miles Deichler4 years ago in Fiction
Fantasy Prologue Challenge
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. Soon Tek Oh stood hand in hand with his new bride Mai-Ling and looked down on the vast gathering of well-wishers. The roar of the crowd filtered up to the happy couple. The unification of their warring dynasties was now complete.
By Jim Fritzen4 years ago in Fiction
Something is Wrong
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. The murders seemed to begin soon after the dragons appeared. They’d begun quietly, secretly, and at first no one had known they were murders, much less that there was a connection to the very dramatic return of the dragons. No one had known...except Rakayla. She’d felt it deep in her sixteen year old bones. Every moment of a childhood spent in the forests of the Valley had told her that something was wrong. But no one believed her. Not when the drunken vagrant disappeared. Not when one of the hunters had died falling off a cliff while exploring a new game trail. Not when the old woman who’d lived in a hut at the furthest edge of the village had been found dead in her bed. And not when the head Warden had been discovered killed by a wild boar.
By Elanor Sakamoto4 years ago in Fiction
