Fantasy
Dragonsong- The Quest Begins
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. Flower sprites, pixies, dwarves and satyrs had existed in that place since time out of mind. Every now and again a phoenix would find a tranquil spot to roost there; among the boughs of ancient Golden Oak trees which were so tall they caressed the clouds.
By Sara Zaidi4 years ago in Fiction
Ornaut's Review
“There weren’t always dragons in the Valley.” Ornaut said into the little recording device on his lapel. He cleared his throat, “They’d only arrived in the Valley 182 million phases ago. Before that, they traversed the dead space between galaxies for countless kilophases. It is impossible to know exactly where they came from. I’ve tried to retrace their trajectory multiple times.” Wiping sweat from his brow and ignoring the little blinking red light on his chair, Ornaut gazed past the glass dome beneath him at the purple-red orb that was Thasha.
By Sungmin Hori4 years ago in Fiction
KRIYA
There weren't always dragons in the valley, but in this moment I was blessed with three. Three magnificent Voltaire soaring high in the in the afternoon Sorcian sky, which is a lovely shade of iridescent lavender swirled and streaked sparingly with bright purples and blues. Echoes of laughter and delight vibrate joyfully in a lovely field of fragrant wildflowers, saturated with purples and blues of every shade, upon which I danced and played with siblings on Sorcia. My joy bursts for a moment at the remembrance, and sparkles of rose and gold twinkle and flitter from my being in response. I am ecstatic as two of my Voltaire friends soar high above the lush, blue-grassed Taire River Valley below, split in two by the generously flowing river for which it is named. They glide and play in unison, their voices trilling and roaring with delight as they flip and spin in the air in glorious harmony, utterly delighted to be doing so. As I give thanks for my Incarna on Sorcia and my Dragon friends who are part of me now, I spot the third Voltaire, not so far from her sisters, floating lazily on the edge of the forest watching the trio of Faeries who are practicing magical dance and laughing happily at each other’s missteps.
By Janet Vivian4 years ago in Fiction
The Irregulars
"There weren't always dragons in the Valley." Byron declares by gesturing with his smoldering copper pipe. His smooth, gravelly voice hushed the rowdy evening crowd. The stout, finely dressed Halfling drew the attention of the noisy tavern goers. Byron knew this was his chance to draw in even the most skeptical of patrons and travelers. With his trusty pipe in one hand and a mug of ale in the other, he rose to address the regulars of The Rusty Flute. Byron's rich chestnut-tinted eyes' widened with delight as he proclaimed, "Ladies and Gentlemen, you heard me right!"
By Tony Messina4 years ago in Fiction
Light and Chaos
“There weren’t always dragons in the valley… “ Said Pop Pop as he threw two more logs onto the fire. The flames falling over as if covered in a blanket before growing taller and brighter. Its light emerging from a gleam in my eyes, revealing my curiosity. Pop Pop smirked at the sight. The idea soaking in my head, my mind unable to absorb it. “There weren’t always dragons in the valley?” I repeated “But weren’t dragons one of the first creatures; how could that be?”
By Kayheen F Anderson4 years ago in Fiction
The God King
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. Before the Dawn of Man, gods ruled over all mortals and immortals alike. In the fourth millennia, the gods rendered chaos and strife amongst the inhabitants of the domain. Orcs had been left to the whims of the god, Hildern, in the mountains of Norr. Inside the mountains, they were forced to forge armaments for their deity. After centuries of serving the god of despair, an orc culling surrendered the will of their entire race to Hildern’s possession. The strongest willed orcs were slain, while the remainder became foot soldiers. Forming an army, sworn to Hildern alone. The vast numbers of Hildern’s army casted grave concern for their sibling gods. Dwarves and elves were driven into hiding after the swift onslaught, never before had they been outnumbered against a foe thus powerful. With their followers depleted by the mass assaults, the dwarven god, Bolgard, and the elven god, Eriana, fell to Hildern’s power. The god of man, Feyra, had foreseen the coming storm and sought out a champion of their own. Travelling throughout the realms of man, Feyra challenged the candidates by tests of will, strength, and wit. Many engaged in Feyra’s trials, however, only one passed. A young orphaned lad by the name of Alder Cain. He followed Feyra through the mystic pools of Delphi and there they met with the Seven Sages. The sages wrapped Alder in cloths and soaked him in the primordial waters. Enchanting the pools, the sages gifted Feyra’s champion with the might of a demigod. Believing their champion to be fit for the task, Feyra challenged Hildern to a duel. Two champions to face off and determine the fate of man. Should Hildern’s champion win, Feyra and the realm of man would fall and swear fealty. Should Alder defeat his opponent, Hildern would release the orcs and stripped of their power. The duel between gods took place at the peak of the Norr mountains, the Sky Helm. Hildern’s champion was a brute orc that had been cursed with tremendous strength. Horns has begun to protrude and curl out of its temples, while dark blood trickled from its mouth and tusks. Cladded in armor, it stood almost a foot taller than Alder and casted a shadow over him. The mutant orc swung its greatsword from over its shoulder and tried hacking Alder in half. Within a mere moment, Alder swiftly dodged the first move. He drew his sword and slashed upward in a simple motion. At first, it appeared as if Alder’s counter had missed. The monstrous orc stepped forward and let out a groan. Falling backwards, the orc’s armor revealed to have been cleanly cut through. As if it had been made from goats butter. Hildern grew enraged by the results of the Feyra’s challenge. Swearing that they had been played by a rigged challenge, Hildern was stripped of their power. The orcs now free, after millennia of servitude. Feyra now stood as the most powerful of the gods. Unfortunately, due to their desperation in dethroning Hildern. Feyra empowered Alder Cain without any true oversight on the limits of his power. Impervious to lethargy, unchecked strength, unmatched intellect, and a terrifying skill of magic. Seeing a throne for the taking, Alder drove his blade through Feyra’s back. Absorbing the power they had claimed from Hildern, Alder casted Feyra from the Sky Helm. In his victory, a premonition clouded Alder. Showing him a woman that would gain more power than himself and seize his domain. The realm began to tremble as Alder crafted the Sky Helm into a fortress and opened the maws of Norr. From the fiery depths of the mountains’ stomach, dragons were released to scour the realm for any who would usurp Alder’s throne. Claiming the orcs for his own, Alder, the now God King, sent them out to enact his will and maintain order amidst the realm of man. Shortly after asserting his Domain, Alder revisited the Seven Sages at the mystic pools and destroyed the catalysts that bestowed such horrendous power upon him. Ending the rule of the gods, Alder begun the Era of Cain.
By Brandon Kooistra4 years ago in Fiction
Dragon Sight
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. Thousands of years ago, the Valley was a dead zone, a waste land in the middle of the harshest mountain range known simply as Death Mountains. No life could be found there, nothing from a single blade of grass to the smallest insect buried underground. The inhabitants of Erathia whispered tales of curses and hauntings as the reason for the dark black mountains that killed all who explored its deadly reach. Until one night, a great light fell from the sky. It lite up the land as if it was day, and those closest describe a great shock that fell villages too close and a deafening crash originating deep within the mountains.
By Mysti Starr4 years ago in Fiction
