Fantasy
It Was I
I killed her father. Little Alodie, maybe twelve years old now, staring up at me with eyes so wet and blue, just like her old man. O, if she only knew. Would she take that knife flecked with potato skin and thrust it into my belly? Or would she prefer to cut my throat and watch the blood pour down my chest? What sweet justice it would be for her to watch me die. At night she would finally sleep soundly knowing that her father’s killer lay in a shallow grave, his soul burning in hell for his misdeeds.
By Patrick D. Lynch4 years ago in Fiction
Seafarer’s vs Dragons
Chapter 1 : First one then many “There weren't always dragons in the Valley…” “si, si I know, first one then many and now all of humanity is forced to live out at sea while the dragons control the land. Seriously Mari, She doesn’t need to be reminded every night. You’ll give her nightmares. Can’t you tell her an actual bedtime story?” Raul looked concerned, but he’s always concerned about everything.
By Moonlit Writes4 years ago in Fiction
Regrowth
A blanket of silence settled over the city as dawn broke in shades of lavender and primrose. Every fairy and creature in the Forest City of Vivier — even those in the infirmary who needed to be carted to the city’s center — were gathered around the Tree of Shadows, anxiously awaiting King Tiran. The constant breathing of the vine structured buildings had paused in preparation for the Regrowth Ceremony and the resulting quietness landed somewhere between peaceful and eerie.
By Kallyn Lagro4 years ago in Fiction
Roana’s Song
There weren’t always dragons in the valley. Kolt village wasn’t always at war with the Shad’il’Ar. And Dyie’s father once had been human. Dyie paused on the overgrown path to “the valley” as he recounted these events. Thirteen years had passed since that day. He pressed his hand to his chest, the old familiar scar that continued to burn despite the layers of charmed leather and etched sigils beneath his breastplate. Newt, a tutelary spirit that looked like a confused crossbreed between an axolotl and a barn cat, popped his head out of Dyie’s shoulder pack and let out a soft, yet concerned squeaking meow of sorts.
By Sorin Losstarot4 years ago in Fiction
The Loss of Luster
There weren't always dragons in the valley... Unfortunately nowadays, there'll never not be. "No, that's not right! That reads about as well as Hariot's poetry she brought to class when we were five." Hén thought with annoyance, snapping his leather-bound notebook closed and wrapping the dangling cord around it to keep the pages tight. As he placed the notebook into his pack, he looked behind himself, nodding to the fallen coniferous tree that provided him with shelter while he slept the previous night. Hén's quest had taken him on quite a long journey, but he was finally within a day's walk to Gimmen's pass. Hén was finally going to see a real dragon in all of its majesty. Or at least, what's left of a dragon...
By Sam Wagstaff 4 years ago in Fiction
They Were Always There
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley de Saut-d'Eau. The natives of the land were adamant about making this known after a group of tourists drowned in the waterfalls during the annual religious pilgrimage held in July. This was the only narrative that could be given as the video depicting a legion of scaled-winged beasts, hovering over the waters as each victim perished underneath, began circulating on social media. Only those lacking the ability to discern believed this to be a new phenomenon, dragons in the valley.
By Cindy Brown4 years ago in Fiction
