Fantasy

Cloaked in Dragonflies
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. Explaining to my daughter what life was like before the era of flying fire-reptiles was a nightly ritual of questions; answers, were in litanies and melodies, sometimes until the glow of daybreak.
By Andrea Corwin 4 years ago in Fiction
All The Stars That Shine
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. Billy had lived in the Valley all his life. It was a normal sort of valley. Traffic jams, smog. You could get mugged going to the bodega for a loaf of bread.
By Bev Potter4 years ago in Fiction
Visions of Alara
There weren’t always dragons in the valley. The valley Imortu is in the center of the the Planet Alara in the Quadronian Galaxy 500 billion light years away from Earth. Before I begin this story let me take you beyond the galaxy, beyond the stars. The planet Alara began an explosion of a Supernova and the dust that remained formed Alara.
By Kamaria George4 years ago in Fiction
Legends: The Peace Treaty
“There weren’t always dragons in the valley - of course not, for this isn’t a valley, it’s a desert,” Ciara grumbled under her breath as she fumbled with the ropes and pegs of her small dragonhide tent. Although the night sky above was still a pleasant pink, the hills surrounding the small oasis cast long shadows, draining the faint light from being. The young girl struggled and swore under her breath, huffing as loose strands of strawberry blonde fell into her eyes. She wondered what exactly had possessed her to fly until the night was practically upon her and the faint roars of the Northern dragons resonated in the air. She should have stopped earlier, set up camp early enough to see what she was doing or at least far enough that a small fire would not become a giveaway of her location. To make matters worse, it meant that her dragon, Hudz, would not be able to hunt.
By Natasha Ukolova4 years ago in Fiction
The Book of Red Strings
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. But curiously, there were always other fabled beasts, too, and the people that lived within those verdant forests called them dragons, or fürors in their mother tongue.
By Hijjab Shah4 years ago in Fiction
The Valley
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. It wasn’t always the Valley either, more of a forest in a gully. Originally, the Gnomes were the sole dwellers there. Of course, these were not the cute, little garden variety people often bring to mind at the mention of Gnomes. These were the darker, uglier relatives. Today’s Gnomes are known to be clean, well dressed, pudgy, little men with long kept beards who are protectors of worthy gardens. Santa Claus versions of the earth elementals. Back then, they were bone skinny, barely clothed in rags, and encrusted with so much dirt from their underground dwellings that they looked to be made of the earth itself. Mischievous in nature, any being to cross into their territory was a potential target for any dangerous shenanigan the wild ones wished to impart to them. Although not many got close to the lands of the Gnomes. Most thought the land cursed with rotten earth and avoided the area due to the mishaps man had experienced and the stench that roamed the land. Those who were aware of the presence of Gnomes knew them to be responsible for the trouble and still knowingly avoided the territory. The Gnomes preferred the solitude, as it made several aspects of their lives easier at the time. It is now known, and seen in the behaviors of the garden Gnome, that these earth elementals are extremely wise, shy, and fierce protectors. Historically, it was believed that Gnomes were solidary creatures who were extremely territorial and unaware of decent hygiene. The land that became the Valley knew Gnomes to act this way, and this behavior protected their secret. No one was aware the Gnomes were there guarding the many treasures buried within the earth. At least, no one had any knowledge of these treasure until the year of the Great Cataclysms.
By Emma O4 years ago in Fiction
Creatures of Fire
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley, so the legends went. Historians and charlatans alike spun tales of red skies blackened by billowing clouds of smoke, of endless rivers of fire bubbling up from beneath the earth, and of a burning mountain that spat the creatures onto an unsuspecting world, destroying itself in the process. The truth mattered little, though; for all practical purposes, Velota had always had dragons.
By Two Siblings4 years ago in Fiction
Birthright
“There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. They will tell you there were. But they are lying. “They will tell you myths from centuries ago, confusing fantasy and reality to try to take what was never theirs and never will be. These devious, entitled creatures say they were here long before us, long before our brave ancestors settled the Valley – the City, even! That they were here. That this land is theirs.
By K Paulson4 years ago in Fiction
Breaking Flight: Witches not Wights
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. In fact, it had been over sixteen hundred years since the last one had been seen. But that was suddenly about to change.
By James Key4 years ago in Fiction
The Coming Fire
There weren’t always dragons in the valley. They came from the Arid Fjords from the north and swooped down on our town, bringing their arid lands with them. Now they have overtaken our land. Like the Kudzu plant chokes the life of a forest, so too have the dragons smothered the life out of our lands. Driving us from our homes and into new harsh lands. One’s in which warlords and empires fight over useful pieces of land and are unkind to those who are not like them.
By Brandon RIckelman4 years ago in Fiction
Wreathed in Flame
There weren't always dragons in the valley. But that all changed many years ago on one faithful night. we were forced to leave everything behind as we were pushed out from our ancestral home.
By A R D Wilson4 years ago in Fiction
The Call of Gold
There weren’t always dragons in The Valley. But then I came, ancient and craving treasure. So much wealth. How could I resist the lure of Los Angeles? The lights shone throughout the Valley like gold in the firelight, warming my heart and tickling my senses.
By Meghan Thew4 years ago in Fiction