Fantasy

The Coalition of Elements
“There weren’t always dragons in the valley. In fact, they moved in only recently.” Caylus said this so casually, if Allen hadn’t known better, he would’ve assumed that “Dragon” was just a family name. However, Allen did know better; he knew that a dragon was a massive flying beast that could squash a man twice his size beneath a single foot. “Yes, they arrived just after the sky islands fell. I’m actually quite surprised that these all survived the Fall.”
By Almost Bo4 years ago in Fiction
The Roots of the Sky
“There weren’t always dragons in the Valley.” Seeker spat to punctuate his point. Callum didn’t respond immediately. The few words Seeker chose to speak were rarely intended for anyone but himself.
By John Joseph4 years ago in Fiction
Winters Dawn
Chapter One There weren't always dragons in the Valley. In fact, the Valley had been blissful, silent, free of flames and aggression for at least the past 275 years. Ever since the world fell apart at the seams, and the mystical and fantastical exploded out of the centre of the Earth. Literally. Until right this second as screams of terror tore through the valley.
By Ann Gean4 years ago in Fiction
The shepherd of dragons
There weren't always dragons in the valley. There was a time when the skies were harmless and placid. One could wander through forests and plains without trembling at the mere sight of a strange cloud. This lasted until the 29th year of the scribal period, when a vast import of spices and species filled the island with cinnamon and dragons.
By David Aguirre4 years ago in Fiction
The Obsidian Tree
There weren't always Dragons in the valley. There was a time, perhaps 20 years ago, that the people in the valley did not even know that Dragons existed. Now it was impossible to live without some form of influence from a Dragon touching the everyday lives of most citizens. Most people seemed happy with that in any case. The Dragons brought prosperity to the places they settled. Towns flourished and became cities, small villages became mercantile hubs, and even the smallest hamlets without their own resident Dragon reaped the benefits of their neighbouring Dragondens.
By Hester Bach4 years ago in Fiction
Beyond The Veil
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. It was told that, before the Great War, the ancient beings once lived peacefully alongside humanity as guardians of the waters, the skies, and forests. Deeply connected to Mother Earth, the Dragons were stewards of the green planet that birthed them and were fiercely protective of her.
By Allison Barbieri4 years ago in Fiction
Dragonflight
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. And they lingered not after their arrival. The first fell out of the sky at dusk. The Lothwood Mountains gently cradled the sun, and the sky was draped in ripples of orange and pink as lilac clouds drifted lazily. The wheels of my wagon creaked as I dragged it back home, nails crying as bumps in the well-trodden road threatened to pull them loose. My journey was reaching its end: I could see the rolling fields of golden grain, and if I squinted, the small homestead nestled amongst them.
By Jeremy Carroll4 years ago in Fiction
Mages and Outcasts
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. It was as if the majestic creatures never existed, for they had no reason to. Prior to the era of ferocious fire-breathing reptiles swarming the skies, innocent, yet poisonous salamanders roamed the marshes along the outskirts of a lagoon connected to three rivers. All was peaceful in their home. They would have relished in living harmoniously with their natural habitat, until the arrival of King Brentthorn and the battles he brought with him. Now, it was a time of fear and war. After establishing his reign, the thunderous hooves of winged horses trampled the defenseless lizard’s sacred homeland thus jeopardizing their territory during the daily fights of Princess Chastina, a royal descendant of the Gradarian Monarchy’s ever-expanding kingdom.
By Zachary James Hampl4 years ago in Fiction
A Mysterious Visitor
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. Knox Drurian gazed out the small window of his book shop towards the distant mountains and reflected on that thought for a moment. Then he looked back at the man standing in front of him. His visitor was just above middle height, and wore a gray robe, his face shielded beneath a hood, although his piercing eyes almost seemed to glow forth, even in the dimly lit room, with the fading natural light of the sinking sun slowly diminishing with each passing minute.
By David Dunn4 years ago in Fiction
Dolores of Alasia
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. Multiple clans arrived three months ago on a gray day with low clouds – their brilliant colors slashing through the gloom to land in the field nearby.
By JEK4 years ago in Fiction
The King's Call
"There weren't always dragons in the Valley." I know this statement rings true, yet the level of venom the words carry contrive it into some sort of curse. As though the cut of the words could carry poison, as if I am supposed to be hurt by the fury that was used to hurdle them.
By Francis4 years ago in Fiction
The Scout and the Dragon
There weren't always dragons in the valley. Before the dragons, there was a city. The most prosperous city in the kingdom. There were hundreds of houses, fields and farms lining the horizon, and towers that could touch the sky and collect wisps of clouds on their rooftops. But, of course, that was before. Before the fire, before the screaming, and before the thundering roars that came from every direction. The sky was darkened with ash, the dragons’ colourful scales were gleaming from the harsh light of the fire below them. Their wings churned up the ash that had landed on the roads and charred rooftops, the fire had spread beyond the crumbled walls, and the towers had collapsed into piles of rubble. The dragons had come to the valley.
By Chiller Van Heimer4 years ago in Fiction