Adventure
Project DRAGN
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. What made it worse for Gideon, though, was that he had put them there. He brushed his hand over the fingers of an enormous fern, its waxy green skin echoing the last remnants of afternoon light that managed to weave their way through the dense forest canopy above. Only a few months ago, the ferns had crumbled to dry powder at the same touch. They had also been about seven times smaller. Now they towered over him along with the rest of the plant life, like underbrush for a giant.
By Alex Schotzko4 years ago in Fiction
Dragon Vale
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley… Eleanor mused gazing from her window. Once known as Blue Valley for the hue the grass took from the sky above, now lay hundreds or thousands of dragons. Eleanor’s gray eyes could see great mounds of scaled flesh heaving in deep sleep. Far in the distance a battle for dominance seemed even matched. Fire plumed and screeching roars echoed off the mountainsides that cupped the Valley.
By Holly Shively4 years ago in Fiction
The Blood Hordes of Xer'Gol
~Shynaeva~ There weren’t always dragons in the Valley, but a lot has changed over the past millennia. Now where has Owin gotten off to? I wondered, riding along the snowy trail towards a spot favoured by our prey of the day; snowfoxes. Hearing, yet not listening to the gossiping of my courtiers, I yearned to be away from the incessant natter of these trophy wives, to be with my Azaldrian. Pushing our mounts and ourselves to the limits, racing across the Northern frozen tundra, coming home and curling up against his soft, golden hairy chest, wrapping my tiny olive coloured body up in the long arms his 6’7” frame provided. Laying around our blazing hearth sharing a volume of ‘The Endeavours of a Futile Few’ we could even try our best to produce our own little heir. Afterwards, while I brushed and braided his copper infused golden hair, he would usually say something like, “spending time with the nobility is a part of our duty to the Empire,” and then would proceed to tickle my tiny feet.
By JD Stephens4 years ago in Fiction
The Mirror - Al-Mura
Al-Wadi (The Valley) There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. Yet here I was reclining upon my favorite olive tree which I had named, Zaytun, gazing at the sun rays as they were merging onto the horizon with thoughts of a tomorrow. Wanting to welcome the moon, for even in darkness there is always light. Recognizing that the land could only give as much as it is given, I absorb all the beauty that these pastures lands have to offer. My mind begins to wander in the creation of it all and I fall short for words, for this life had not always been this complex. There was a time were harmony reigned among us and peace filled the air; but those days are now long gone.
By Clarissa Vasquez4 years ago in Fiction
The Dragon lord of Valloria
Chapter one There weren’t always dragons in the valley. Valloria did not need them. One of five continents in the world of humans, Valloria had enjoyed a millennium of peace and prosperity. Its people were known for their industry, their devotion to customs of the land, and their reverence to the Lord of the Deep; the age-old deity of their ancestors. The realm of Valloria was home to three kingdoms, united for the majority of the realm’s existence under the rule of a single monarch; Toria of the house of Vikhran, whose seat of power was the Throne of Vallor. King Vikhran had direct rule over the kingdom of Vikhra, northernmost of Valloria, with the kingdoms of Baeloria and Babor; controlled by the noble houses of Joriah and Voss respectively, owing fealty to the Throne. Surrounded by the vast Balkan Sea, Valloria was bounded to the east by the continent Esteros, to the north east by Khalm, to the north by Noria, and to the west by Wessos. The smallest of all continents in the known world, Valloria had been the target of military colonization by Noria and Wessos at two key points in its history. The history books record both campaigns as colossal failures, thanks in no small part to Valloria’s geography.
By Sarah Elisha4 years ago in Fiction
The Heart of Embers.
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. Instead, Mythos has been an enchanting world full of magic, sorcerers, creatures of all kinds, and thrilling tales for only a few thousand years. Once a barren wasteland full of war and bloodshed, Mythos came to peace a long time ago after the war between the humans and Orcs. However, for some, the peace we now shared with the creatures of this planet wasn’t enough. And certain people thought that bringing back to life dragons of the old world would change their fate.
By Moore, Michaela4 years ago in Fiction
Dragon Prince of the Undead
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. It has been a few centuries without any sightings of the dreaded beasts at all, in fact. No one missed the creatures; they always acted like gods, breathing down villagers necks demanding sacrifices. It didn't matter if they were human, dwarven, elvish, or orcish. Anything not considered a "divine beast" were subjugated by the Dragon Lords. It wasn't until all who lived beneath them, joined together under the Goddess Athena, that the king of dragons, Bahamut, was slain and peace found. But all good things must come to an end.
By Melinda Weideman4 years ago in Fiction
The People's Valley
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. But after they came, there was always the fear of them. Whenever the dragons appeared, this fear served its purpose. These were not the dragons of legend–they didn't arrive on wings, breathing fire, and working magic. They were actual, terrifyingly dangerous, reptilian predators. They were real–just as real as the fear they inspired. This fear informed the People how to wait, how to watch. It taught them patience and endurance–to maintain their fortifications and to keep their steel bright. The People knew quite well the benefits of fear. Fear was, in fact, their most potent ally.
By Soren Peterson4 years ago in Fiction
