Fantasy

The Homestead
There weren't always dragons in the valley. It was once filled with sunlight and a variety of wildlife that would have put Noah's Ark to shame; everything from owls to elk to field mice, the valley was home to all animals and humankind alike. It has since been abandoned by most, but not overnight.
By H. Winters4 years ago in Fiction
The Night of the Valley Dragons
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. During the day they stayed in their dens and in forest, out of the heat of the sun. But at night, along the canyon walls and in the canopies, puffs of light fired in the dark.
By Conner S4 years ago in Fiction
Weirdwyrm
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. Rumors persisted for decades that something strange had settled there. These were dismissed, of course, by adults who “knew better” and told their children “it’s just an alligator or two.” Neighborhood kids made a game of it. Groups of two or three or more would work up their courage and hike to the outskirts of town, following the paths of their mothers and fathers before them. Each time started the same, where they would coax the youngest or most impressionable child to go down alone, afraid as they were to join them. One day, their games made their parents take note.
By Jacob Montanez4 years ago in Fiction
Gifts for the Maynkar
Chapter 1 A search for survival There weren't always dragons in the valley — A prophetic phrase that lingers in the defeated minds of bold material seekers who improperly came to power from stolen fears. This tale of justice is complex in its origin but begs to be told. The consequence behind the Dragon's judgment is no longer a painted myth...
By Lamar Wiggins4 years ago in Fiction
Splintered Paths
“There weren’t always dragons in the Valley.” The old man’s voice boomed, not unlike the explosions of thunder overhead. It was beyond that of a man, though the scant and decrepit body which it came from was at odds with it. Or with what he used to be, Daxon thought.
By D Anthony4 years ago in Fiction
For the Love of A Dragon
There weren’t always dragons in the valley. I grew up being told that dragons were only of myth and legend. Nothing but stories of smoke. Only told to the mountain children to keep them from wandering off into the cliffs and caves of their home. Oh, how I wish they stayed a myth.
By Wynter Shadowbrook4 years ago in Fiction
The Boy From The Ocean Town
“There weren’t always dragons in the Valley, you know,” the older man said, stoking the embers of the fading fire with his crooked stick. Zori, he called himself. The younger man, who'd introduced himself as Venga, looked up suddenly, awakened from his thoughts.
By Blake Anglin4 years ago in Fiction
The Falling Stars of Qiyl
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. For once long ago there were none When warriors wished add to their tally And Felsu’Estira’d* begun
By James Smith4 years ago in Fiction
Under The Glacier
There weren’t always dragons in the valley. In fact there didn’t used to be a valley at all. This massive crack in the earth used to be a lush seemingly unending river with trees and rich mossy banks that give life and sustenance to hundreds of species, including us humans. Actually before it was a river it used to be a glacier, miles and miles long and miles wide that, if I remember from school, wraps around the entire planet like a belt. It was the last remaining holdout of some ice age that covered the whole earth, if you believe what they teach in school. Personally it seems a little far fetched, the whole planet covered in ice? Or maybe it was half of the plant? I can’t remember, but the point is that things weren’t always the way they are now, because things now are even more different. The water is all gone. The industrial revolution hit and seemingly overnight the world changed. Trains replaced horses, cars replaced trains, and then airplanes were replaced with rockets and before we knew it, we couldn’t find anything green anymore. That’s slightly exaggerated, we still have trees and greenhouses on rooftops, but they’re sad samples of what I’ve seen in pictures. Supposedly there used to be fields and forests miles deep that covered mountain tops and flats, grasses that held the earth together with roots over hills and marshes. But the weather started changing, it kept getting hotter and hotter and before we knew it, the river was dry. Well that’s not entirely accurate either. The water levels dropped lower and lower until it became just a fog, this dense fog that filled the chasm left behind by the glacier turned river. We used these giant industrial vacuum things so we could condense the fog back into water. And it worked, for months it was a miracle of another resource to pillage. Until the dragons showed up.
By Lindy HOWELLS4 years ago in Fiction
Starfall
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. As a matter of fact, there hadn’t always been a Valley. Looking down from a perch high up in the ruins, Æric could barely remember that time. He’d only seen 6 summers when the star fell, and they were setting up for the 10th Starfall celebration at the end of summer. Could it really be 10 years already?
By Richard Nesbitt4 years ago in Fiction
The Kingdom of Malaren
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. In fact, no one knows they are hidden here among us now, except me, but tomorrow, that will all change when I am presented in the Great Hall as a shieldmaiden.
By Helena Adeloju4 years ago in Fiction
Dragon's Blood
There weren’t always dragons in the valley. Centuries had healed Yamaku’s draconic destruction, and now only the Ryuchi-gawa river and Hebi Yokusei-ji temple attested to the ancient horrors of the Great Demon of the Mountain. Since the death of Yamaku and the founding of Yokusei-ji shortly after, the monks’ faithful dedication to ritual had prevented the dragon god’s return.
By Dillon R Morgan4 years ago in Fiction