Fantasy
Magic Reborn
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. There were the fae who were the most infamous pranksters, the centaurs who tended to the land along with the elementals, and even the occasional dwarf when one ventures off near the mountains that lay west of the Valley, but never dragons. Dragons typically resided far up Northeast of the valley, where the soil darkens to a pitch black and the trees live in dormancy yearlong due to the ruptures of the volcanoes the winged beasts slept in. Their territorial ways left my ancestors that ruled this region for nearly a millennium to refer to the dragon hellscape as Fordbut, otherwise known as “Forbidden” within the English human tongue. Traveling to this no man’s land would take a minimum of two seasons because of the scarce mountainous region that engulfs the distance, only after venturing through the inexorable thick woods inhabited by colossal ogres. No creature dares take on such an arduous venture without being referred to as deranged by the rest of the diverse populace.
By Meli Remborn4 years ago in Fiction
The Hunter of Treagough
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. Legend tells that the first of them came with the Morbock raiders. In the last thousand years, they had completely overtaken the fertile lands below the Graumsturn Mountains, which stood like sentinels above the plains of wheat and sorghum; once a blockade against the horrors of the wide world beyond, they now served as an obstacle, a reminder that any attempt to leave the Valley of Treagough would surely end in failure. It was in these mountains that the dragons nested and passing through them meant certain death.
By S.K. Davis4 years ago in Fiction
The Houndstone Lie
The pack for the pack. —Canid pack motto There weren’t always dragons in the valley. I still have memories – fragments, really – of playing topside when I was a new pup. Now only hunting packs go up, and they seldom return whole. Paw says he dreads when it’s his turn, but he gets drool-y and wild eyed on his hunt-day mornings. As for Maw, well – Paw says she never pretended not to like her hunt days. He says she liked them too much.
By Alejandro de Gutierre4 years ago in Fiction
Finding Valhalla
Finding Valhalla There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. It wasn’t until the Vikings disappeared that they began overtaking the land. No written or drawn out history depicting the Event has ever been found, only what the outside world speculates it to be. To the outside world, there aren’t dragons and the Vikings are still living peacefully. There is only one way to get to the Valley and no known way to escape. Any person willing and able to take the long journey, would travel to the end of the Earth and come to a crack between mountainous rocks. Once the crack is found, the traveler would have to take a dark, perilous fall through the riff. Any person with enough bravery to free fall into the unknown is surely worthy of landing in a world full of magic and wonder. A world where the Vikings roam freely with the magical creatures of the Valley’s realm. No human in the Earthly world has come across the riff, though many have tried. The promise of a peaceful land and it’s many unicorns, fairies and leprechauns is just one jump away. It was a utopia spoken of only in stories of magic told to children before bed. The story was changed from household to household but was always about the Vikings disappearing from Earth after finding the magical realm. The creatures that inhabit the Valley changed, but the constant was always that there were never dragons. Dragons have never been kind in children stories, the prince is always slaying one while it guards a princess waiting to be rescued. The fire breathing, villainous monsters are not usually creatures to soothe a child to sleep. One young girl was different, she would ask her father to tell her stories where the dragons were rescuing a damsel of a prince.
By Amanda McCarthy4 years ago in Fiction
The Dragon Familiar
“There weren’t always dragons in the valley,” Ismeralda muttered to her young granddaughter as she swept the cold, rocky floor of the cave they called home, “It’s only since the bacon trees bloomed.” Ismeralda continued, “Once in a thousand years, those homely trees fill the air with their magical, meaty scent, causing all their eggs to hatch, and just think! We’re alive to see it. Awful timing. As usual. What I wouldn’t give for you to have a long, boring, life like the one I’ve had so far.” Ismeralda swatted a small dragon away from her face like a fly, flinging it against the wall of the cave with a startling THWAP!
By Samantha Macher4 years ago in Fiction
Finding the Dragon Priest
Introduction There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. Now the largest tourist trap in the world, boasting multiple theme parks, petting zoos, guided safaris, and dozens of dragon only art galleries, the Willamette Valley’s draw fifty years ago included Portland, wine country, and a launching point for visits to Mt St. Helens, Mt. Rainier, and Mt. Hood. Not a dismal, out-of-the-way place, but neither was it at the top of most people’s vacation list. The allure of the valley changed drastically on a cool, misty night forty-seven years ago when a then-unknown man began a slow trek up a steep, rocky trail at 10 p.m. on June 7th, 2022.
By Anne Ternes4 years ago in Fiction
Mystery of the Dragon
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. Their appearance has shaken our kingdom to its core. We had fought many wars and were able to defeat anything that has come our way. Fighting these creatures has brought us to the absolute limit. Our kingdom contains valuable resources that other kingdoms covet. The Valley was the best natural resource to protect our kingdom outside our great army. The way our army would lure opposing enemies into the valley to defeat them had been a signature tactic of our army.
By Rodbthewind4 years ago in Fiction
