Fantasy
Devoured Hearts
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. But the land here had grown wild in more ways than one. One year of mother nature’s merciless nurturing and the place had become unrecognizable. What had once been rolling fields of wildflowers was now a tangled mess of overgrown vegetation, choking out the remains of the humans who had stood here and slaughtered one another.
By Alyssa Buckley4 years ago in Fiction
Deep Delving
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. Or were there? For eons the Tendorin Valley was a quiet place filled with communities farming in thealluvial soils left by the river Benlaris, which comes down from lake Fenril, over the falls of Nibrolin, finding its way the valley below. Farming and hunting in this valley led to traders coming to trade for the food and furs produced here. An influx of new commerce in turn led to growth in the communities and eventually people found their way into the hills on either side of the valley where they began to log to provide these communities with the materials to build and grow; but they also discovered jewels and precious metals in the hills. First they paned them from the streams, or found them along the bank and silty areas of small rills and creeks. However, after a time prospectors came and they began to mine the hills of the valley.
By Ansen Dwaling4 years ago in Fiction
The green valley
There weren't always dragons in the valley. What now feels like millennia ago this land was green and good. But now a great fog lingers here in the valley, and with the fog came dragons. Fierce and old, magnificent beasts from another era lay waste to the valley and its people. Today the leaders of the four tribes gather at the base of the great lights.
By Zach Harwood 4 years ago in Fiction
Mark of Kaius
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. The Valley wasn’t sacred, unlike the dragons. So, the priests have no idea why they would fly down from their lofty mountain peaks or lumber inland from their watery ocean depths to take up residence here. Yet here they were.
By Hilary Ashwood4 years ago in Fiction
Dust
Chapter 1 Michael "There weren't always dragons in the Valley." The small, wet, crumpled piece of paper said. "I wish they were just dragons''. Tan said to himself. Things were good for the world during the advent of magic; but went to hell in a handbasket once the Killing Fields were established.
By Sequoyah Morgan4 years ago in Fiction
Blackbird Sings
There weren’t always dragons in the valley. Indeed, many would say no dragon has existed in Talamh in over two millennia. But then again there are those who have always known. In the shadow of the Gwynn ap Nudd Mountains, on the road toward Tir na Romhainn lies Taliesin Forest. A lush world filled with primeval trees, and creatures, familiar and sometimes, not so. Sweet water, blessed by the Gods, bubbles from ancient springs and refreshes weary travelers. But be wary. When the mist settles, one might just lose their way.
By Cynthia A Fortier4 years ago in Fiction
Winterspring
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. For as long as her name had been Stillness, the Valley grew flush with assorted pine, cedar, and the occasional maple. Cherry blossoms sprinkled the deep greens in the spring, while deer, raccoons, bobcat, and coyote ran fleet and nimble over soft beds of rotting leaves and needles.
By Kirsten Lauer Karahan4 years ago in Fiction
Uzekamanzi: book1
Uzekamanzi: book 1 Rewinding The Coils There weren't always dragons in the Valley. Khemisatra had called them back. She had deciphered the riddles of the resonance structures for the aromatics which had the depth to carry the call. It had taken her seven years to accomplish. It was done. The dragons had answered. Now too many were in this present and in their prime swirling. They were hunting the one who had called them. What would she do next?
By Catherine Elliott4 years ago in Fiction
The Artificer's Artifice
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. Then again, I hadn’t encountered an adventuring group this underhanded before. They purposely displaced the dragons. They killed off the dragons’ food, blocked up their water, then threw a few bags of gold around the Valley as bait. Of course, the dragons came running. I don’t know which two-toed runion thought this was a good way to prove their worthlessness to the world (probably Vivian, if I had to guess), but they better hope they never happen upon me alone in a dark alley–on one of my good days, at least. Now the dragons were tearing around the valley, knocking down houses and eating all of the sheep. And, as usual, my team had to clean up the mess.
By April Kelsey4 years ago in Fiction
