Fantasy
Yoran and the innkeeper dragon
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley of the Rain. But since they came back, people had to deal with their presence. Dragons were fine craft-mans and merchants. Their ability to fly allowed them to reach the heights of the mountains, so they could bring rare rocks and plants and even weird animals with shiny skins. Despite everything they had to offer, most of the time, commoners considered them like stupid beasts. Everything a bit different was a monster in the eyes of men anyway. Although dragon mostly lived in caves, some had cozy houses, pretty like ours, but they were made of rocks. As I said, they were beasts. Intelligent, peaceful ones, but they had… emotions. Negotiations could be harsh for furniture. At least, dragons were not bellicose, which allowed our weird way of life.
By Amsha Olsan4 years ago in Fiction
The Dragon Wars
There weren’t always dragons in the valley. Our community was peaceful and thrived, that is until they came. The Red Dragon Riders came to our Valley claiming to be protectors, but they act more like an invading militia. They take our food and water, they steal our money, and spend most of their time drinking and smoking at the local bar paying much less than they owe. The town folk began to feel hopeless. Then came the girl with the Black Blade.
By Terrance L Williams Jr4 years ago in Fiction
Here Be Dragons
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. It used to be a place so inconsequential that it didn't even have a proper name. For as long as anyone could remember, it was just "The Valley" that rested between 2 mountains and housed nothing but a handful of families on what would charitably be called farms. That is probably why it was so easy for them to abandon it and rejoin the town once the dragons made it their home.
By C.J. Baldric4 years ago in Fiction
Descendants' Ascendance
“There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. There weren’t always humans either. Once, there were only the gods. “After a time, they tired of fighting amongst themselves. They created humans and dragons and all the other creatures for their entertainment. It became obvious very quickly however, that the humans needed an advantage, something to level the playing field as it were. That was when the gods gifted the humans with magic.
By Liz Gifford4 years ago in Fiction
Song of the Starling
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. Decades ago, when Isanna was born, only starlings and grouse roamed the skies between the spruce-covered mountains. Having been so young when her family left, she didn’t remember much, but she did remember the birds. She remembered a collection of colorful feathers she kept in an old music box on her dresser. The twittering birdsong piercing the hazy mist of predawn light that poured into the Valley each morning. The sight of a startled hoopoe taking flight from a low branch, the black and white of its patterned wings blending into gray from the speed of its movement.
By Taylor Clossin4 years ago in Fiction
the Grand Master's Dragon
There weren’t always dragons in the valley. They appeared in the last century, with the return of the elders. The pilgrimage of both parties to our little village wasn’t unexpected, either. Their arrival on the second of June was foretold by our resident soothsayer. What was unexpected was the appearance of the Grand Master. He arrived in the early morning, on the back of a large, green, Armored Striker. The boy and his mount were both cloaked in thick black chainmail that swished at the dragon’s large scaly feet. When the garments were finally removed—with the help of several giants—the Master was finally revealed. He was dark-haired. Skinny like a corpse, with red glowing eyes. And to our great amazement, he was not a man. He was a boy.
By Melissa Armeda4 years ago in Fiction
The Scavenger
“There weren’t always dragons in the Valley,” I thought. Looking up, I saw them circling the starting line. They had arrived when I was a child. Toph and I had been running through this poppy field when we spotted our first dragon. It wasn’t much of a field anymore. Scorched, cracked earth now lay between me and the forest. I wondered where the poppies had gone. I wondered if Toph had gone with them.
By Marie Montclair4 years ago in Fiction
They Descended from the Sky
1887 – The Kingdom of Dogon “There weren’t always dragons in the Valley,” Sia spoke quietly, standing on the edge of a bluff, looking down at the wide-open space below. His hazel eyes were squinting as the sun shone brightly this day; his brown skin glistening with beads of sweat from its immense heat.
By Natasha E. Gomes4 years ago in Fiction
Alfie
There weren’t always dragons in the valley. Anyway, not the evil kind that have metal skin camouflaged against the blue sky. There weren’t always dragons in the valley. Not the evil kind that torches trees exposing caretakers of valleys, also known as enemies of the government. There weren’t always dragons in the valley. Not the evil kind that used chemical weapons to nearly wipe out the good dragons and their babies, poisoning them with chemicals as punishment for protecting the caretakers of valleys. The evil dragons weren’t dragons at all, they were drones created by the government to control a populace.
By Valera Ashcraft4 years ago in Fiction
Rise of Vengeance
There weren't always dragons in the Valley, Haggard thought to himself, as he continued his mountain climbing, thinking if memories to distract him from the harsh winds. He wanted to focus on when he guided a tour to go dragon watching in the south country, where the warmth never died.
By Owen Blake4 years ago in Fiction
