Adventure
Shadows in the Valley
There weren't always dragons in the valley. The last dragons had perished in The Great Divide more than 1,000 years ago. But the beasts that now roamed the Valley and North Wilds were not like the Dragons of old; they were unnatural, created by science and chaos. Resurrected from ancient remains, then somehow manipulated into obedient killing machines with a singular purpose. No one outside the Torren family knew how they did it or how to stop them. The old stories sometimes briefly mentioned that only the strongest of Senti's could temporarily reanimate a life that had recently passed over. Still, there had never been anything remotely close to what lay before them now.
By Rachael Surles4 years ago in Fiction
A Kingdom of Embers and Nightmares
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. Not until the Queen of Ikaria decided to become a conqueror and took over the lands that no human ruler had dared enter for a thousand years - Eldernell and the Wastes beyond them, also known as the Dragon Kingdom.
By Yordanka Yordanova4 years ago in Fiction
Everburn
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. These words, repeated so often, had lost any real meaning. They were the typical start to fairy tales and children's stories, fanciful delights and adventures. When someone said, "There weren't always dragons in the Valley," you could prepare yourself to sit back, relax, and be entertained for a short while. These words were an escape from the harsh reality of life. Until the day these same words brought an even harsher truth crashing down.
By Adam Williams4 years ago in Fiction
Epitaph Men
There weren’t always dragons in the valley, read the inscription. It a curious way to end an epitaph, thought Oldebirk Bradagast as he traced the line of the chiselled letters with his one good finger. But the ancient Menana men of the peninsula often wrote tangential trivia into their carvings. It was generally surmised that this was to keep the reader interested. A reward of knowledge given to the intrepid scholars who posessed the stamina to ascend the mountains of onerous biography compiled in each of the memory stones.
By Tom Alexander4 years ago in Fiction
The Beginning of an End
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. That was before the Collision. Before the Ancient Societies of Old were knocked back to a meek existence, having to scrape by until relearning how to stand again. The Collision had brought magic to this world, and with it, the dragons. The dragons that roamed Teardrop Valley nowadays, were not like the Greats. They were descendants of those colossal dragons that emerged after The Collision. Almost all of the Greats had been hunted down; to be captured or killed for trophy. It was said that only two remained free in existence, but they were rumors. Now, the biggest of the dragons that were a part of common life here in the Valley were no bigger than a small hill and carried very little innate magic.
By K. M. Ecklund4 years ago in Fiction






