Fantasy
The Final Kingdom
There weren’t always dragons in the valley. The once green plains, speckled with the colors of spring, summer and autumn, are now an ashen sea. Like a scar across the land, the ash twists like a serpent from the Swordbreak Mountains to the west to the Etherian Capitol in the east.
By Rick Hubble4 years ago in Fiction
Natural Magic Chapter 7
Read Chapter 6 Here Listen to This Chapter Here Ura carried Matsias all the way back to the Truuit's trailer. She held him tightly and kicked at the door until a stunned Key opened it. Then she hurried inside and deposited Matsias into a chair.
By Molly Marjorie4 years ago in Fiction
The Ballad of Rika Strong-Arm - Episode 1
I was born in the frigid island nation of Minas Ohta. There isn’t much to say about it. It’s mostly populated by humans, and they frown on using magic in public. It’s also covered in snow 9 months of the year, and across the Endless Ocean from the nearest major landmass. The only magic they tolerate is the kind that helps them grow crops, and even then, it’s a begrudging acceptance. The fact that they would starve without the magic does little to alleviate their prejudices.
By EJ Baumgardner4 years ago in Fiction
Trial of a Warrior
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. Grandmother Aud spoke of a time when her own grandmother was a girl, when they could walk the Valley freely, bare toes in the grass, and tend their crops without needing to turn watchful eyes skyward for the shadow of wings on the wind.
By Rosemary Dodd4 years ago in Fiction
Draconia:
“There weren’t always dragons in the valley.” Bill said as he sloppily sipped his bottom shelf meade. “I’m tellin ya. It’s that demonic witch’s fault!” Immediately, my uncle snapped at the town drunk. “Bill, you’ve had so many drinks this morning, you don’t even know your nose from your elbow. Something tells me that you don’t even know what you’re talking about.” My uncle, the owner of the Sunslayer Inn was taking out last night’s refuse to the box on the corner as I scrubbed the front windows clean. “But it’s true!” Bill practically belched. “Everyone an’ there mother knows that girl is nothing but cursed!” “Was.” Replied my uncle. “Past tense. She’s been missing for over two winters now.” As they both talked, I felt my body continue to tense up. I had shared much of my early childhood with the very girl they were openly talking about. She was, important to me. “Axel, I’m tellin ya! That blasted wench is the spawn of the devil!” “BILL! If you plan on having any of our meade today, you will still your tongue!” My heart began pounding as my body continued to fill with tension while I scrubbed the last few small window panes. “But Ax, we need to find that THING and put it down so the dragons..” CRACK! Both of the older men quickly shifted their attention to me as I accidentally fractured the window I was washing. Bill gulped in anticipation after he realized how angry I was feeling. “What do you think, Icarus? Do you think Mae is a cursed child? Why don’t you put Bill in his place here..” I cleared my throat before replying. “Ahem. What do I think? I think that girl is special. She was born with abilities that nobody could understand nor control, in a world where the rich rule over the weak. She had the ability to help so many people, if only they gave her a chance. But.. Because the king listened to his crooked advisor, he turned the people against her. They made her a demon. The Mae I remember liked to dance in the flower patches and gaze at the stars. She was no monster; not until she was betrayed by the very people she loved.” My words hung in the air as the two men were silently moved. “Well said, nephew.”, uncle Ax said before disappearing into the inn. Bill had froze. He often joked with me about how he felt I was one of the strongest and most able men in the village, even if I wasn’t tall. Though he was a drunk, he had a good heart, and he openly respected me. “Ike..” He said, shakily. “I’m sorry Ike. I forget that girl, er, Mae, and you were good friends way back. It’s the spirits I’m drinkin ya know? They got little devils in em. It makes me forget stuff. Well.. Anyways, I’m sorry.” The poor old man looked as if he were about to cry. I felt the anger leave my bones and let out a large sigh. “It’s okay Bill. Thank you for the apology.”
By Isaac Mars4 years ago in Fiction
The Hunter
There weren't always dragons in the valley. They were driven far to the north hundreds of years ago at the end of the battle of Angelos, when the last two servants of God perished in the final battle. The dragons were weakened from the conflict and settled in the northern lands far away from their enemies. Waiting for a time they eventually regained a measure of their former strength and again began to encroach on the lands given to humans. Climbing the mountains and swooping into the valley they brought great ruin and destruction on the people who had largely forgotten them and passed them into legend. No, there weren't always dragons here in this valley, but if this hunter has his way, this one will be the last.
By Gray Beard Nerd4 years ago in Fiction
Dragon Valley
Prologue: There weren’t always dragons in the valley. Once, this place used to be paradise with perfect weather all year round. Children could run outside and play for hours without the fear of being snatched up by flying beasts. We didn’t have to live in fear of our crops being burned to ash or our livestock being devoured. We didn’t have to worry about going hungry because the land provided for us. The once beautiful valley was lush and vibrant with rich farming soil. But an evil sorceress named Deianeira claimed the mountains overlooking the valley as her home. She demanded tribute like a queen on her throne. She wanted more than we could give. And what we offered her was never enough. So, we were punished for not appeasing the sorceress. At first, she used magic to eclipse the sun, so our crops could not grow.
By Jackie Pike4 years ago in Fiction
The Mirror Guard (chapter 8)
Eight: Eight Days in the Stark EVA COULDN’T SLEEP. She’d stayed up and made sure Eke finally fell asleep before slipping out of the tent into the frigid night cold. The snow had come and gone, leaving the clearest of night skies. The skylights danced overhead with the mood full and bright. The Divine Doctrine claims that’s where Rainiar la Jaguar’sister dances for all eternity.
By Nathan Charles4 years ago in Fiction
