Fantasy
The Dragon Hunter
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. In fact, there aren't any dragons in the valley now either. All of them went extinct about 200 years ago, but no one knows that they're gone. Some of the people that live in the Valley, still try to make a living as dragon hunters. It hasn’t gone well for most of them. Not a single hunter has claimed to have killed a dragon since they went extinct. That is except for Thomas Lester. Tom has claimed to have killed over 15 dragons since he started hunting at the age of 12. His most recent job is in a small village near the edge of the Valley, called Goldcrest. While walking through the forest on the way to the village he comes across a group of small boys.
By Sean Quinlan4 years ago in Fiction
A Caller From the Void
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. In fact, the last time Rikart laid eyes on the Valley of Life, it had been a barren wasteland. The ancient riverbed had been void of nature’s vital liquid since anyone could remember. The sandy foothills between the sheer mountain sides were shrouded in dark legend claiming that the only living things to survive its passage were drowned in a mindless madness. Their memories blasted into oblivion by the Valley, legend claimed that only those who ventured into the desolate region learned its true name, and they paid for that knowledge with their sanity. Thus, it had been called Nameless. However, that had been over a century ago, when Rikart was still a young man, long before undergoing the immortalizing trials of the Order of the Paladins. Then, he had staggered through the Valley himself. While the memories of that journey were blurred by time, he could recall that the only mentally draining forces he had encountered were the miles empty of food and water.
By Dawn Hunter4 years ago in Fiction
Valleyborne
VALLEYBORNE: To Arlaine, My Chosen Hope There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. In the decade before you were born, my men and I found three of them half a continent away, wounded and hooked up to wires, with a steam siphon drawing out their life and magic to fuel the archanics of the empire’s southern province. Anyone would tremble to hear such sadness as held in the whimpers between their roars.
By Brian DeLeonard4 years ago in Fiction
The Valley of Our Kings
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. Once the Arcane Scrolls held in the libraries of Lessard were translated from their ancient and lost tongues, few of the stories were allowed to be officially released. Still, locked cabinets, guarded doors, and sacred oaths couldn't keep excited whispers from traveling through crowded pubs on dismal winter nights. Tales grew in demand of eye witness accounts of sea merchants from far away nations coming under attack by winged beasts on moonless nights. Soon the whole city learned of these cursed sea farers washing ashore long enough to share of flying leviathans conjuring storms to announce their vengeance on those daring to cross their pilgrimage. Many vessels were found months after their expected arrival, charred black with ash. The crew members lost to the sea, or worse.
By Donald Shrode4 years ago in Fiction
Green Steps
1 There weren’t always dragons in the valley. We brought them upon ourselves. Mari looked across the verdant green, to the slopes across from her, a river carved its way through the two hills, stretching for miles in either direction. She couldn’t see any dragons. Hughes always did like to tell stories.
By Thomas Richards4 years ago in Fiction
Valley Rising
There weren't always dragons in the valley. But now, yes now, they are everywhere. Dragons were a hunted creature for a long time, and almost went into extinction, but fled to the mountains, the higher grounds. There, humans let them alone, it was to treacherous a journey for them to be bothered. And the dragons left everyone alone as well.
By Josh Reynolds4 years ago in Fiction
Deep Sea-Dwelling Dragons
There weren't always dragons in the Valley... But ever since they’d awoken… life for humans had not been the same. The gigantic territorial beasts took over large portions of land. They incinerated crops, livestock and caused natural disasters in their wake. The largest ones were capable of causing hurricanes with the single motion of a wing while others caused tidal waves when they decided to take a swim.
By R.M. Marsh4 years ago in Fiction
The Mark of Mir
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. The voice startled Anamir out of a deep and cloudless sleep. He jerked upright, instinctively reaching for his long knife on the wooden chair beside his bed. He sat listening a long while, until the silence of the night and the heaviness of his eyelids convinced him he had been dreaming.
By Heidi Unruh4 years ago in Fiction
The Dragons Will Save Us
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. Before the dragons came, seeds that waft from the Dandy buds disintegrated into dead black flecks upon the mere touch of the cracked arid dirt. But then, miraculously, the dragons came. They flew in on lush wet winds and blew magical renewal into the Valley. They transformed death into blooming life so vivid, human eyes are too small to soak all the wonders in; human minds too limited to comprehend the vastness of the Valley richness. Before the dragons, lonely hot breezes brushed sand grains over seemingly endless emptiness. After the dragons, from out mossy cliffs cloaked in heavy rainbow flower vines, burst waterfalls. The water splurges heavily down on gleaming golden rocks and fairies skitter about in happy dances among the rainbows that rise in the created waterfall mists. The dragons roar their triumph as they prance and dart in the fiery florescent clouds which look down on the wonderous green paradise.
By Cameron Glenn4 years ago in Fiction
Witka's Dragon
“There weren't always dragons in the Valley.” Witka, the tiniest scout of her colony, thought to herself maybe that should be the opening of her report. After all, there were tales of one seeing them while scouting for food and enemies but most in the colony did not believe in their presence. Just another creature of myth and legend to scare young ones with. A strong opening was needed for them to believe her report. Maybe a better opening would come to her in her march home. From her birth on, she barely was allowed to stay and be raised with the rest of the scouts in her clan, she did not want to be demoted or worse kicked out of her colony because of a report. But this was also a very crucial report and must be believed and acted upon. Perhaps a closer look was needed to gather enough critical details.
By Echo Robertson 4 years ago in Fiction
