Adventure
Coming Clean
Dear Momma, There has been a secret that I have been keeping from you. Something that has been weighing on me for some time. About 2 years ago I was sucked through a portal. That portal led to a world filled with magic, dragons, elves, and many other kinds of creatures and people. This world had humans like ours but their technology was hundreds of years behind ours. However, with the help of their magic, they can accomplish the same things we can. While there, I met many different kinds of people. Such as people that were half human and half animal (beast people), elves, dragons, dwarfs, and even fairies, small creatures who guarded the Great Forest.
By Cristian Grover4 years ago in Fiction
Living with dragons
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. I mean, there weren’t always red and black dragons in the Valley. The original dragons were golden. Then, due to the climate changes and extra minerals in the water they drank, leached by the activities of the town villagers who were mining for precious metals, the dragons began to shed their outer skins and scales more often than previously, and underneath their old and discarded skins, some would show iridescent colors that would shine in the sunlight: blue hues ranging from baby blue to petroleum blue; pearly colors, shimmery pink (especially the female baby dragons – those were the cutest and my favorite)… when they would fly back to the caves they lived in, at dusk, what a spectacular sight those mother, father and baby dragons made in the sky. The grandfather and grandmother dragons had grown a woody film on their bodies which weighed them down, so usually they were too bogged down and therefore too tired to fly, and spent their days close to the caves, bathing in the bubbling thermal streams and brooks and foraging for medicinal flowers and plants to ease the pains in their aching wings and claws. Sometimes they would rub up against the nearby metamorphic and rough granite rocks, to slough off parts of that heavy, brownish shell they were getting encased in, and which made their lives so much more difficult in every way.
By Paulette Pagani4 years ago in Fiction
To the Last Stand
It was a dark and stormy night. Lightning flashed. Winds raged. Hooves thundered. On the back of his steaming horse, a man clung, urging his steed to greater speeds even as he struggled to keep his own seat. Alternate flashes of lightning revealed him as an official messenger, his crest of a running horse never more fitting. As the dark mass of castle Galans came into view, the horse stumbled, throwing the man to the ground. He sat up from the mud wearily and remounted, again pushing the poor beast forward, though this time at a trot. The gates showed through the sleet, promising rest well earned; he, they, were there at last. But this was no time for rest! “Sir Leznupar has been taken!”
By Austin Nolte4 years ago in Fiction
The Verdant Valley
“There weren't always dragons in the Valley. That was the story we grew up hearing all the time from our parents in Tembescus. It’s a small town hidden deep in the Verdant Valley that resides inside of the Valdis Kingdom's outer reaches. It isn’t an unremarkable place as most stories would suggest when starting off so far removed from areas full of people, instead it is actually quite remarkable! The lush plant life and wonderful waterfalls that cascade throughout the valley always bring a euphoric blissful feeling to everyone who visits! At least I like to think so…. Oh! I haven’t introduced myself have I? My name is Annabelle, a herbalist’s apprentice in Tembescus. My parents are Vane and Treana, a hunter and a seamstress. They are far more than their jobs would have you think however, yes yes, my mother and father have these wonderful hobbies that boggle everyone who hears, or sees, them. My mother LOVES to participate in the quarterstaff contest every year for one, I practice with her regularly, and my father makes these miniature figures. They are kinda adorable to be honest. He even made this massive replica of our valley that he keeps in our shed, it barely fits. How I do love them both, but I do love plants just a wee bit more.
By Chance Browning4 years ago in Fiction
The Myth of Scorpia The Dragon
There weren’t always dragons in the valley. They were forced to migrate. A long time ago there lived a king named Levias he and the dragon queen Scorpia lived in peace. Scropia had promised that none of the dragons were to touch a human and in return Levias would provide them with food and water from the farms. However, Levias had two sons both of whom hated the dragons for they lived off their land and giving nothing in return. One day the sons and the king sat down to breakfast. The sons came up with a cruel and evil plan to kill the king. The eldest son filled the king’s chalice with a poison, it was deadly for no one could smell it or see it. The king drank from his chalice and became very ill. The king asked them both to his room.
By Adrianna M. Braun4 years ago in Fiction
The Dragon Master’s Apprentice
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. Simon had grown up hearing the myths about magical creatures. As a young child, he had listened to the ancient stories around the communal village fire. But he had never seen one. They had always just been myths; stories to scare young children.
By Niall James Bradley4 years ago in Fiction
Thunder Legion
There weren't always dragons in the valley. They had moved here a couple thousand years ago when they built the patrol tower on the low mountain. The Thunder Legion were a group of dragon knights who protected the kingdom. A thousand years ago the last one was killed.
By Brett Combs4 years ago in Fiction
