Adventure

Whispers of Time
There weren’t always dragons in the valley. In fact, it wasn’t until this moment, looking down from the cliffside, that I had ever seen a dragon. I had heard of them and seen sketches in textbooks. Heard about them from friends and teachers who had left our valley, but I had never seen one.
By Mychaila A. Rose4 years ago in Fiction
Into the Valley
There weren’t always dragons in the valley. To be more specific there were never dragons in the valley. But that doesn’t stop Benji from waking Uncle Bob at four in the morning shouting “There are dragons in the valley!”
By Dan West4 years ago in Fiction
The Dragon's Den
There weren't always dragons in the valley. Yet, now that it was full, it was a breathtaking and heartbreaking view. Dragons of every color and variety were nestled in every crevice – stretched out under every shaded grove. They darted through the skies, flying across to the mountains that lined the valley or swirling down to bathe, drink, or fish in the large lake below. While hundreds of dragons were seen glittering under the high sun, seemingly content in their own business, none of them were aware of the figure watching them from a distance.
By Lucia Hart4 years ago in Fiction
SkyWard
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley, Where text blacker than time writ on dark stone Keeps whispered words t’ward a sung finale
By Becky Evans4 years ago in Fiction
The Elvor Tales
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. The golden, magnificent creatures were respected in the peaceful realm of Elvor. They kept to themselves and did not threaten the civilians who wandered into their territory, unless they posed a threat. Then, their intense fire would wreak havoc on those who disturbed their land.
By Sally Tindall4 years ago in Fiction
Pilgrim
There weren't always dragons in the valley, and it seemed there were no longer. There had been a town, nestled between the breast of the mountains, where a small contingent of humanity had thrived. Lives lived in bliss, dying at old ages and birthing children who fished from the blue mirror of lake to the south. Only taking what was necessary for survival and gratefully returning the little they could to the Earth that had blessed them.
By Sean Bass4 years ago in Fiction
Journey to the East
“There weren't always dragons in the valley…" Atsyrukh turned to look at his companion. Dzerassa didn’t notice, too busy rubbing at a cheek reddened by summer sun. She was staring off into the distance, watching water flow along a canal. Sluggish, shallow, and vaguely mud coloured water. Still, the midday heat left her aching for a dip.
By Ibn Khaldun4 years ago in Fiction
You are the Intruder
‘There weren’t always dragons in this valley,’ the young man said to himself. ‘They are being forced to survive anywhere they can. Man had stepped in and consumed the planet. Leaving great swatches of bog behind them as they raped the land and sucked all the resources out. They never gave a second thought to what might live here. If I can find evidence that the creatures can survive and even restore the land that was destroyed, maybe the high counsel will allow part of the great planet to remain untouched.’ It will certainly take centuries to restore the entire world, he knew that, but Kirstin knew things others didn’t know and one thing he knew was that the dragons could restore a plot of land. It had to be them, he only needed to see it and record it and surely, they would have to listen to him
By Gayle4 years ago in Fiction
Oath of Vengeance
There weren't always dragons in the valley. At least, that is what Papa said. Naanji couldn't imagine it without them. She was crouched high up in a tree, one hand on the branch above, the other on her bow. From here she could see almost all of Nilahiin. It sprawled through the valley, enveloping the river Lil. The wooden buildings all looked remarkably similar, blending in with the rainforest. The unison between the town and the forest was ruined by the huge red flags that were littered throughout Nilahiin. They signified the presence of the Empire, who had become known, due to an infamous but no doubt mythical faction of the military, as the dragons. Naanji didn't believe the rumours about the factions powers, but many did. She did believe in the power of the Empire however, and she still found it hard to believe that Papa had seen the valley without their presence. To her, they were part of the valley, just like the trees, the river and the rain.
By Matty Dodd4 years ago in Fiction
It's Their World Now
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. They’d forced us underground into a war bunker. Three years later, I left the hatch, and one of them stood before me. Smoke billowed from its pulsing nostrils. It stared with thin, dagger-like pupils on red eyeballs. Its breaths were deep and guttural. I couldn’t move. The heat being emitted from the black-scaled beast prickled my face. It was as if my skin was melting. There wasn’t even any fire. Not yet. But then it brandished its fangs. Was this the end? Out of the bunker for only five minutes—tasked to find help for everyone still trapped underground—and I faced an instant cremation?
By Scott Wasilewski (SW Author)4 years ago in Fiction
Sol, The Witch and The dragon of Esmeltar
Chapter 1 There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. Like most of Treacle village, Sol Bradley Francis hadn’t believed in their existence. Sol knew only the children in Ms Park's second-hand book shop who spoke of dragons. Them and the old witch.
By Casey J.D. Hartley4 years ago in Fiction
The Valley of Shadow and Flame
There weren’t always dragons in The Valley, there weren’t always demons either… Unfortunately, The Valley was never green or lush, never bountiful nor verdant. It never proffered life or abundance. However, it was never desolate either. This was the perfectly imperfect sanctuary for the damned. It was the harmony in the discord of the vast ocean that was the world. Admittedly it was strenuous, but it was there, there is an honour amongst thieves after all. Across the vast canyon narrow settlements were forged around the constant flow of trade routes connecting greater lands of greater abundance where gold glistened and fabrics flowed. The Valley was home to few, far fewer than the droves of men that they welcomed and the few that were brave enough to call them home were often those who were lost. Some say the lost could find a home here, the home that is the rock, resilient against the churning tide of trade and money, lust and fortune. The rock that most wary merchants tried their utmost to ignore or avoid for fear of running aground and drowning in the debauchery.
By D. J. Bond4 years ago in Fiction