Adventure

Valley of Fire, Prologue
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. The Valley of Shakrila used to be one of peace, prosperity, and hope. It was my home.
By Matthew Maxcy4 years ago in Fiction
Death/Rebirth
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. Even now, the place was barren of them. But stories told of a time when they filled the Valley with light and magic, bringing those from far and wide to observe and give thanks for the bounty these magnificent scaled beasts bestowed upon the kingdom. Such variety in their appearance would be a sight to behold at the peak of the summer, when dragons of opalescent hue, whose scales shone with a rainbow of color in the midday sun, and those with skin of the darkest obsidian, flecked with slivers of silver that would look like endless starlight under a full moon, would draw admiration from far and wide. They had been the center of their lives for hundreds of years, living alongside their power and in perfect balance with their magic, all together in a period known as The Great Peace.
By Violet Cook4 years ago in Fiction
What Worlds..
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. For as long as she could remember there weren’t any of the wild beasts that now inhabited her once quiet vale of silence. Farrah thought of her father, his shrewd face looking down upon the maps of their land, as she questioned him about the gorge beyond the western point of their territory. His eyes would squint, the crease between his brows furrowed with a shadow of discontent. It reminded her of the valley when the sun began to set, the shadow slipping between the crevices, spreading slowly until the entire gorge was just a deep shadow on the land. Though his eyes remained sharply focused on the maps upon his desk a wry smile would emerge, and his eyes would shift towards her direction, “Farrah, the valley beyond our pastures, is a place of beauty, a home to the serenity of nature our family holds dear. If a young girl were to finish her chores, she may explore this area without risk of harm, as our family has long hunted the beasts from its shadowy embrace, but a young girl…exploring, shouldn’t stay out past midday once the sun begins to fall beyond the trees, and only…once she has finished her chores.” Just as the words left his lips, he winked, the smile retreated back to a solemn frown and his eyes glared down towards his maps resting on the massive planks that made up his study desk.
By SM Nolan4 years ago in Fiction
The Elf King's Shadow
“There… weren't always… dragons… in the valley.” My grandmother’s voice began to taper off at the end of every word, as though each breath took more energy than she had to spare. I knew our time was running out, but I still was not ready to say goodbye. She had been ill for quite some time, but never like this. Where she used to grow ever closer to the doors of Caelum, only to turn back, this time felt different. As though the gods had weighed her heart upon their scales and deemed her fit for an eternity of rest, before her last breath had even left her body. The gods envied us for having her still within this realm, or at least that was what Grandmother Mahitha would tell us.
By M.M. 4 years ago in Fiction
The Heir of the Varcolac
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. Before the sky was alit by Green Flames Man ruled the blue grass hillside. Man’s conquering of the Varcolac was to be the end of battle between nature and evil. Yet, the Green Flames burn.
By Clayton Cook4 years ago in Fiction
The Mercenary Malefactor
There weren’t always dragons in the valley. Well, not since some lunatic named Kormack went on a mad bender and decided to wipe them all out of existence some eight hundred years ago. Since then everything was quite quiet, relatively speaking. I mean, sure there was the war to determine which country would lay claim to the fertile soil and the extremely well positioned river that had been somewhat inaccessible until then and of course the border disputes that arose once a decade or so but that’s just the nature of things. All in all, everything was rather peaceful in the kingdom of Leigh.
By Luke Oates4 years ago in Fiction
The Dragons of the Valley
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. At least that’s what the Elder Dragon said. Our people once roamed across the lands here, but the mortals pushed us into the Valley and trapped us here. They feared us, and rightfully so. We dragons are great beasts of element and power. We can harness the forces of nature and use them to our will. Of course, we are gentle creatures unless provoked, but the humans don’t know that. They see something larger than them and they attack out of fear. Dragons don’t hurt humans, we really don’t like hurting anything at all, but humans create these stories. They say we hoard gold and breathe fire, which some do, and that we are violent creatures with no regard for other life. The humans are describing themselves more than they are us. Dragons are vegetarians, so we eat grass and leaves. Humans think we are destructive cause we pull up trees and eat the leaves. We replant the seeds though, and we never pick a tree with a bird or squirrel nest in it. It’s been harder for us dragons to find food, because the humans forced us into the Valley and sealed it off, limiting our food supply. There used to be hundreds of thousands of dragons and now it’s a thousand, if that. I was born and raised in this Valley. My name is impossible for mortals to pronounce so I am called Sheka. I am the largest dragon in the Valley, which is bad because I have a big appetite and we have a small food supply. I try to eat small amounts, I really do, but it’s so hard, because I’m so hungry all the time. Dragons have been born small for a reason, and I’m just an outcast. My family told me to live near the Valley entrance, to protect us all, and to protect the food supply. One day, as I’m laying in my cave, dozing off from boredom, I hear a crack.
By Alexandra Kirk4 years ago in Fiction
The King of Nowhere
"There weren't always dragons in the valley." Grandpa whispered. You had to be quiet when speaking about the dragons- or the King may hear and his Guard would drag you to the Pits. Grandpa looked at the end of the alley where the street was full of people shuffling by, huddled together for warmth under the cold bleak winter sky as they walked. Grandpa licked his lips and they burned; they were cracked from telling this story to anyone who would listen. He didn't have much time. They had been tracking him as his story spread through the town like a savage wildfire. There was unrest among the people; they would soon find the source of the rumors.
By A. Keson4 years ago in Fiction
The Trial of Ashkova
No one was supposed to be awake. No one was meant to be there, not at night and not this late. Night had wrapped her velvety hands around the land many hours before. The darkness extended infinitely, kissing the low-hanging branches of the trees and slumbering in the eaves of the buildings that soared up into the sky. Yet despite the aching cold and frigid wind four figures walked through the night. The snow fell in steady spirals from the heavens and covered their tracks within minutes, erasing any evidence of their presence. The building which they headed towards was guarded, however not very well. The watchman sat slumped against the wall, his breath circling from his parted lips in soft white wisps that quickly vanished on the cool air. The cloak he wore was wrapped tightly around his thick frame, but despite his best efforts shudders of cold raced across his body. The first of the four hooded figures paused, drawing a blade from his hip. Without an ounce of compassion, he drew the sharp ebony edge across the man’s throat. The watchman’s eyes didn’t even open before blood began to run like water across the stone steps and drip onto the white crystalline snow. He slumped forward; dead.
By Bri Kline4 years ago in Fiction
𝐒𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥
There is no good or bad in the world. Because hidden deep in the shadows are tainted and unpure beings Beings that are involved in the crime world. Or anything forbidden
By EnchantinglyPureStories4 years ago in Fiction
Ashes in the Valley
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. In fact all traces of them had been wiped away until mankind became too curious. Volcanic eruptions, earthquakes, and hurricanes didn’t stop them. No matter how many times the wizards joined together to stop them, they still had other ways to unearth what should never again see the light.
By Desiree Wetz4 years ago in Fiction
The Assassin and her Dragon
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. That was before the earth was cursed by the gods with demons and dragons and everything in between. The large body of the beast was in pieces on the ground, destroying the flowered filled area. She sat quietly on the grass, looking over the beautiful clearing. The scent of blood was strong, weighing down the air. Crows shrieked loudly, gathering in the sky, informing all other scavengers where the battle has just taken place. It was a red dragon; they were the lower rank ones. From her understanding the species came colored coded, some colors were strong enough to even take humanoid forms.
By TeJay4 years ago in Fiction