Adventure

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
The Dragon Riders
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. The valley was a peaceful place, green grass grew along the bank of the river that split the land into two sides. Wild flowers grew sporadically in the area, filling the air with their sweet perfume. A small village sat nestled along the left side of the river.
By Becca Johnson4 years ago in Fiction
Curse of the Woven Chord
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. Before the Whale Fall, we had fish farms and rice paddies where families worked for generations. There was even a hydro-generator at the base of the cliff to power the city up on the plateau. You can still see it if you peer over the edge.
By Joshua Engstrom4 years ago in Fiction
The Hunted
There weren’t always dragons in the valley. According to legend, there was a time when humans once ruled the land. Billions of them supposedly walked the earth at one time. Today, that is an unfathomable number, considering there are less than 80,000 people that remain.
By Wendy4 years ago in Fiction
The Siren Song
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. There weren’t always pixies in the meadows or vampires in the seas. There certainly weren’t unicorns in my backyard
By Rachel Rempel 4 years ago in Fiction
Wyrmgrave Valley
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. But they always returned to the Valley, the place of their birth, to die. On a sunny morning, the valley always appeared touched by magic. The dewy grass and leaves twinkled in the warming rays and danced, throwing a light mist to the songbirds darting from treetop to treetop.
By Mazzy Maz4 years ago in Fiction
The Valley of Dragons and Angels
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. In the old world the skies were clear, and there were fleets of cars rolling along the gray roads, so many they got in each other's way. Even after all that has happened, I have trouble believing that those hunks of rusted metal once propelled themselves across the valley and beyond, propelled by captive explosions (as though anything but a dragon could capture an explosion). And people, there were so many people. Though not every car was controlled by a person (some controlled themselves) each building, each rubble pile that was once a building, was filled, crammed to the rafters with people. I can't imagine how many people that must have been, more than a thousand at least. I cannot count that high, and I have never seen more than 30 people in the same place at the same time, but my grandmother swore it was true.
By Erik Howard4 years ago in Fiction
The Forged
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. The mantra of my village’s history echoes in my head constantly, ingrained in me since my youth. A soulful, painful propaganda.
By V. N. Roesbon4 years ago in Fiction
Deceitful
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. In fact, almost everyone believed they went extinct 20 years ago, along with the entire pyromancer population. Everyone except me and my best friend, who shouldn’t exist, Darius. Wow, that sounded pretty harsh. I think introductions are necessary in order to give you a better understanding of what I meant by that.
By Alexandra Medina4 years ago in Fiction
The Dragon Wars
There weren’t always dragons in the valley. The first time they came, it was like a storm of fire and brimstone. They appeared as mere birds in the distant sky, growing larger and deadlier with each wingbeat. It was only when they were upon us that the townspeople realized their fate. They screamed, ran for cover, shielded their loved ones…but to no avail. The flames consumed them all like the fiery wrath of God.
By Jennifer L.4 years ago in Fiction
The Peasant Queen
"There weren't always dragons in the valley. Once there was no war and no death. Once the inhabitants lived in harmony with the natural order, giving more than they took, and taking only what they needed. They lived under the watchful eye of Mount Kokomo, the smoking giant that rose skyward at the northern end of the valley, whose ashes gave them fertile lands that never failed to bare, fruit-heavy orchards, cedar forests so thick that the air was inundated with the sweet scent of sap, and the healing water from springs high in the mountain. Despite their richness of resources, the people of the valley lived in poverty under the rule of their king's greed. Royal soldiers came to the valley and collected their goods as tax, leaving them with little to live on. The summer that Kokomo mountain heaved its last breath marked the arrival of the first dragon- goddess, Nathifa."
By Rachael Writes 4 years ago in Fiction
Lunar Flame
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. They used to have a home in Thalessia, in the rich rugged mountains neighboring the crop-filled coastal farmland of Tamenessa. The dragons liked the farms, you see. They would help the towns folk plough their fields, herd their sheep, and even heat their ovens to bake food after harvest. The sea breeze would carry the smell of freshly baked bread and aromatic spiced stews into the mountains as the dragons woke their young from their afternoon naps.
By Mary Nichols4 years ago in Fiction