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“There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. Sure, there had always been reptiles around in the Pioneer Valley, but none of any great size or importance. Now, don’t get me wrong, the dragons are fine. It's the feral ones, the wyverns and drakes that came with them, that I can’t stand.” Amber grumbled, flicking the reins in her hand. The older woman glared up at the sky and cast her gaze across the cliffs as the oxen pulling her wagon ambled up the old road. Slightly bowed with age at nearly eighty years old, she seemed almost too frail to be driving the wagon to market. But the slightly bent frame, mass of gray hair, and slightly knurled hands were the only signs of her age. Her clothing was well spun wool, dyed in a style she called tie-dye. On the front and back were a large starburst of colors emanating from the central point. The words “Amber’s Deadheads” Were stitched around the starburst.
By George Ghitelman Spier4 years ago in Fiction
There Weren't Always Dragons
THERE WEREN'T ALWAYS DRAGONS IN THE VALLEY. Even yesterday morning, I was convinced that there were none in this remote area and that they’d all been exterminated. Now, I know better. I feel conflicted about that. On the one hand, I’m undyingly grateful. That means I can gather crucial data to save our species. On the other hand, that probably means I won’t survive the day.
By Drew Briney4 years ago in Fiction
The Evil Eye of Berwycke
"There weren't always dragons in the Valley." Jailer Dredgerman's odd declaration rattled across the dungeon's entrance chamber, punctuated by the splashes of rainwater leaking in and the squeaking of rats, who loathed the yelling. Seven prisoners stood side by side before the jailer and the jailmaster, waiting to be admitted, each one with their hands in chains.
By D.S. Archer4 years ago in Fiction
Discussions with a Dragon
Discussions with a Dragon There weren’t always dragons in the valley. But there was always Clarence. And Clarence was, at least technically, a dragon. His external appearance was that of an old, fierce dragon. Excalibur-like swords for teeth, impenetrable, dark green, scale-armor coating from snout to frighteningly-large, mace-like tail, and the standard Vesuvian fire breath. Internally however, other than his blood, Clarence was not really thought of as a dragon. His demeanor just screamed apathy. Normally, just being near a dragon, even if I hadn’t noticed it yet, would strike me with that “I am going to ‘lose my newts” sensation. But Clarence? Well, you might not even notice him, even if you went for a stroll in the valley and tripped over his murderous tail! The only people in town that paid him any attention were the children who were still entertained by what the rest of us considered mundane. Although Clarence was the closest dragon in proximity to town, he was not our governing dragon. Nor did Clarence even have a territory. This is why Clarence was the perfect candidate.
By Scott McGuire 4 years ago in Fiction
A Land of Fire and Blood - Chapter One
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. Tarik found himself internally chanting this sentiment over and over as he dragged one foot in front of the other. Fingers gripped the seeping wound on his forearm and though the threat of unconsciousness loomed, it had not yet taken hold. He only needed to reach the base of the craggy rocks that marked the end of the Valley of the Blessed and he might live to see another sunrise. His head pounded and left ankle protested in time with his halted gait.
By Alyssa Niemeyer4 years ago in Fiction
The Age of Metamorphosis
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. There were lots of things that had never been, that were real now as Meg’s boots squelching in unseen mud puddles. Even so, the newest Emergents rocked the world’s boat before their wings flapped a beat.
By Annalisha Hengeveld4 years ago in Fiction
The Dragon Valley
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. In fact, it had once been a lush, green paradise filled with all manner of plants and trees. There had been many different animals, and quite a few people, that chose to call the Valley home, but there were certainly no dragons. At one point, after the discovery of large spirrium deposits, there was even a rapidly growing town. Spirrium was in high demand, and as mining operations grew, so did the Valley’s population. It was still a mystery as to why dragons began to arrive in the Valley, but what had started out with only a few sporadic sightings, soon became daily encounters. In no time at all, people began finding nests filled with dragon eggs, and dragons were fiercely protective of their young. Dragon attacks increased as they tried to claim the Valley for themselves. Whether it was intentional, or perhaps just an accidental result of spitting fire everywhere, the dragons all but destroyed the vegetation of the Valley. Fires burned everywhere and smoke filled the air, making it hard to see, and even harder to breathe.
By Kevin McMechan4 years ago in Fiction
Awakened Fury
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. Despite the name, the Dragonclaw Mountains were home to nomadic clans of men who made their living from nature's bounty. The mountain valley was home to three notable clans, Fraser to the west and the coastal side of the valley, Douglas in the northern mountains where the terrain was as rugged as the warriors there, and MacDonald in the south by the great forest. Each clan followed a chieftain, and there was none more fearless and respected than Chief Caelen MacDonald. By his side are his wife Erin and two daughters, Aoife and Adene. The youngest, Adene, played quietly in front of the fire when Erin entered the chief’s tent.
By Catherine Myers4 years ago in Fiction
Hide Nor Hair
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. But usually there were at least a dozen. Often, the exact variety depends on the weather. On a sunny day you can usually expect to see a few glinting Flares, some stony Rock-Gobblers, a handful of zipping Whistle-Wings, and never less than a troupe of hanging Leaf-Bobbers all mulling about in the Valley. You would never see a Flare on a rainy day, but you might see a whole colony of Mud-Slithers! The Valley was usually a treasure trove of dragon activity, which is why dragonologist Eris Fenley loved the place.
By L. Sullivan 4 years ago in Fiction
United Against Dragons
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. We once believed these creatures were only around in movies. How to train them, being the last of the dragons, have to pull a sword out of a rock to beat the dragon and even be able to ride them and treat them as pets. These creatures roamed the very earth we live on and prove that there is nothing more powerful than they are. We now serve the dragons. -
By Davy David4 years ago in Fiction
