Fantasy

Dragonborne
Prologue There weren't always dragons in the valley. Once the children roamed free. Then, the great shadow fell over the plains. The fowl swam silently through the air, as Ryen followed, slowed by a heavy pale of water, she stumbled. Her eyes traced its ascent into the clouds. Her strength gave way. Before her pale reached the ground, the drakgon swooped to within a few feet of it and floated to the ground. Ryen froze.
By ChristopherWrites4 years ago in Fiction
The Last Stand of the Dragons
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. They were such ancient creatures that they never. They had been worshipped by many people throughout history due to their ability to take flight into the heavens and talk to the stars. I understood this very thing as I watched one such dragon mill about in the river that ran through the valley. I called him Arrow, and although he’s never spoken, I know he enjoys the name. Although, it has crossed my mind that it was not the name that he enjoyed, merely my company. There were such few dragons left and Arrow, being such a young dragon, had no close bond. He may be regarded as the leader of the dragons who lived in the valley, but being the leader and having friends were two separate things. I filled a void that had been left by the war.
By Seamus4 years ago in Fiction
The Dragon Witch
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. When my great-grandfather was growing up, it was an empty place: a place that children made up stories about, listing countless monsters that must live there beneath the skeletal shadows of long-dead trees. And in my grandmother’s time the monsters were said to be the trees themselves – if you got too close they’d reach out and grab you, pulling you in until you became a gruesome new addition to their branches. I even still have a few memories from when I was very young of tales my parents told to warn my sister and I to stay away, telling us of ancient spirits that hid there, longing to walk among the living again and ready to trick us into exchanging our soul for theirs. I remember peering cautiously out into the thick fog that would creep across the town on cold winter mornings before dashing towards the safety of the glowing light emanating from my mother’s forge, constantly checking behind me for spirits that could have strayed into our town on a day like this.
By Brigitte Bennet4 years ago in Fiction
A Shallow Grave
“There weren't always dragons in the valley. This was the first assumption, and the impetus of our downfall.” Ephysias, Circa 487. Two years before the fall.
By Joseph Rogers4 years ago in Fiction
Dalia the Dragon
There weren’t always dragons in the valley. That is; until Dalia became one. It was a beautiful day. Dalia sat there enjoying the warmth of the sun. She smiled and waved at the neighbors as she always does on her afternoon walks. She rounded the corner to stop at her local and favorite coffee shop. She stopped cold in her tracks as she witnessed the shop being robbed. That is when the glass shattered, and two bullets struck her. One in the head and the other in the heart. She fell backwards. There is a flash of light, and the Sorceress appears.
By Patricia Brothers4 years ago in Fiction
The Seven Rune Stones
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. That much is true. For there was once a time where nothing magical ever touched this land. It was a peaceful place unknown to much of world. Its lush mountains shielding outsider influence. Time was is its only magic.
By Christopher 4 years ago in Fiction
Wings of Frost
“There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. As there weren’t always ice shards as high as mountains on Radien. My grandmother used to tell me tales of a time where there was permaheat. And the world wasn’t yet frozen.”
By A.K. Noctua4 years ago in Fiction
Minimum Wage Heroes
“There weren’t always dragons in the Valley,” Julie grumbled, loading the ballista perched atop the 7-Eleven, “or werewolves in Griffith Park, or-”
By Lara Stevens4 years ago in Fiction
On The Retirement of St. George
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. Of course, when the dragons first moved in, some fleshier residents in the Homeowners Association had a tumult on the matter. They had heard the tales (just as you have, I am certain) of murderous, ravenous, fire-breathing creatures. These folks in the Association were no bigots, they assured all of us. They just didn’t want to be careless.
By Zo Mathetis4 years ago in Fiction
The Fringe
There weren't always dragons in the Valley, so to speak, the creatures currently rampaging through L.A could be called dragons. Their skin was rough and scaled. Massive black wings beat the air around them. Small explosions igniting around their bodies. They trailed down the middle of the town toward the city. Expansive fires engulfing the wreckage in their path. I watched from the shed out back. The bottle of pills in my blackened, lanced hands. I plopped down hard on the ground and fished out a single white pill. The scratched-out label on the side said doxycycline. The pill between my fingers had a very different efficaciousness. I put the pill back in the container and walked back into the shed. One last project before the end comes. I plucked out the small leather notebook. This will be the contents of how the end came to be.
By Katlyn Seward4 years ago in Fiction
The Prophecy
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. But one spell gone completely wrong and now dragons roam everywhere in the Valley.
By Tanvir Bhandohal4 years ago in Fiction
Orouboros 1
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. No, the Valley used to be a place of civility, of peace, for all who wandered through it. A distant, twisted dream it seems now, as the world splits in two under the searing tyranny of the Draco.
By S.W.4 years ago in Fiction