Fantasy
The War of the Mountains
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. If my grandmother is to be believed, our ancestors brought them here. According to my grandmother, when our village was still young, the royal family of Vedora decided to house their dragons in the valley below our mountain. The king and his children would ride the giant scaled beasts into battle, and victory. There was a time when our kingdom was undefeated in war, but that time has long passed.
By Katey Lindsey4 years ago in Fiction
Seeking Safe Passage
Seeking Safe Passage There weren't always dragons in the Valley. On the other hand, the prince was always a royal pain. Besides, I had to rely on third and fourth hand reports of dragons in the valley, reports whose reliability was questionable, but I could witness the prince's behavior firsthand. As burdens go, the prince would have been sufficient, but I had to deal with the prince's two other keepers. I, however, have proven ways of coping with the personalities and machinations surrounding me. I've discovered that being perpetually in study minimizes my involvement and interaction and keeps me out of the drama that tends to surround the royal court and its servants. I was finding it difficult to read due to the bumping of the wagon. Nonetheless, I tried to steady the book in my lap, Arno's Guide to Arcane Physiognomy, a tome both dense and dubious.
By Mark Bennear4 years ago in Fiction
Dragon Hunt
“There weren't always Dragons in the Valley,” said Father. “We may yet be rid of them.” “There weren’t Dragons, no,” said the Mordan One-Eye on the other side of the stone chamber, “but there were terrible things before. The tombs of our ancestors tell us—Belial and his sons, Beasts of every kind, Giants. We should remember and keep to wisdom, as we always have. Men should not go in the Valley. Men should stay safe in the Mountains and give thanks to the Goddess.”
By Aaron Ekstrand4 years ago in Fiction
Dragonstorm
“There weren't always dragons in the Valley, right, Aunt Doireanna?” Despite the late hour, energy sloughs off Breena in waves, infusing the small room with excitement. An understandable reaction, given she’d been Chosen only days prior - every young child’s dream, and now a reality for the orphan.
By Alex Cooper4 years ago in Fiction
The Raze
There weren't always dragons in the Valley, or so they say. The people of Sola would tell you that they were the first to inhabit this great mountainous land. They would tell you that dragons came hundreds of years after they made this land what it is today, and that dragons were a plague to their beautiful home. I thought that was strange when I first heard it, because when I was a young boy a dragon saved my life.
By Joella Daniela4 years ago in Fiction
The Sword of Erasmus
'There weren't always dragons in the Valley. They only came down from their mountainous worlds when dark times fell upon their lands and food became scarce,' the knight said to the group of children gathered at his feet. They were listening in awe to the stories he told of great battles and grand and dangerous adventures, hanging on every word.
By Mark 'Ponyboy' Peters4 years ago in Fiction
The Unbearable Likeness of Reeling
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. The late film producer, George Lucas, creator of Industrial Light and Magic, had cornered the market on blockbuster special effects for nearly a century. Epic explosions, grizzly-faced monsters, spindly green men, and building-swinging superheroes, provided ample proof - digitized CGI was so convincing, that the only thing more real would be, well, reality.
By Sydney Chapman4 years ago in Fiction
Reclaimed
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. My grandmother was born there. As a child, she used to walk barefoot along the Talpi river, collecting lotus root plucked from the shallows. She and her father pickled mango with the brine from the ocean once every summer, jarring enough to last them all year. She used to wake before dawn, sneaking away from her parent’s watchful gaze to climb up to Yana Peak with my grandfather– both of them barely fourteen but deeply in love– to see the sunrise together. It was Amma's favorite place; she wanted to be buried there.
By Asha Christensen4 years ago in Fiction
