Fantasy

The Gift I Never Wanted
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley, and I couldn’t imagine whose bright idea it had been to bring them here. No one in their right mind would appreciate their incessant shrieking or the foul smell of sulfur wafting from their dull scales. The creatures weren’t particularly smart, or strong, or pleasant in any way. Indeed, most days I equated them to nothing more than pests.
By Grace B4 years ago in Fiction
There weren't always dragons in the valley...
There weren’t always dragons in the valley… The sun had not long left the sky, the waxing moon pulling the tide right to the sheer, black cliff faces, making them roar into the wind. Yotsi picked her way along the shoreline, her gait less than graceful due in part to her size but mostly her twisted kneecap that had been a plight since birth. The shores here were as treacherous as they were long, the winding pathways only an islander knew could just as easily lead you astray, strand you out on what looked to be a more expedient path only to swallow you whole with the racing tide.
By Theresa Ironmonger4 years ago in Fiction
The Representative.
There weren’t always dragons in the valley. Perhaps it was simply dumb luck. Citizens from the great trade port of Olasethiel to the peaceful glades of Eldeth’s Rest lived in peace, Unaware that to the north of the Great Valley lived creatures so powerful and terrifying that with a single exhale they could immolate an entire town. The few explorers that had ventured towards the mountain range outside the valley hadn’t truly grasped the danger. The dragons were inherently territorial, and inherently selfish. They hoarded wealth and hunted indiscriminately whatever had the misfortune of wandering onto their lands.
By Seb Ross4 years ago in Fiction
Returning Home
There weren’t always dragons in the valley. When I was a child there were peaceful times; no worries about livestock getting snatched up, or children charred alive. My village lived in relative harmony as the crossroads between large cities and towns up and downstream and on either side of the mountains. Merchants would travel through Oak Ridge to rest before continuing their journeys. We always traded for finer things like lace, dyes, spices and other exotic goods that most villages our size wouldn’t have access to, much less afford. The merchants were always kind and willing to sell us their unsold stock for a good night's rest and home cooked food.
By Amanda Burnham4 years ago in Fiction
Chapter 1 - Rhea's Dream
"There weren't always dragons in the Valley. Long ago, Rhea, our ancestors told stories of dragons roaming the stars to distant lands, where breathable air was likely and drinkable water too. Lands that were, of course, unknown to our tribes, but neither to the inner earthlings who knew much about interstellar travel! They called themselves The Seedlings. Here is how the story was told by my great grandfather;
By Jetona Andoni4 years ago in Fiction
Dragons Blood
“There weren’t always dragons in the Valley.. By earth-fire, there wasn’t always a valley..” Thea rolled her eyes theatrically, safe in the knowledge that Graint was staring right through her into a suspiciously embellished vision of the past.
By Andy Lock Farm4 years ago in Fiction
The Wind and The Boy
In a land full of freshly cut grass and not a care, lived a young boy. He heard all around him, the trees, the babbling brooks, the birds and the other animals, but the only one the boy ever even half way listened to was the wind. The way the wind spoke to him made the boy close his eyes to fully take in the sound. The older the boy got, the more he listened to the wind. He knew of it’s anger in a raging storm. He knew of it’s love with a gentle breeze on a summer’s day. He knew of all it’s moods, from the confusion of a twisted story turned to rage, to the sweetest of kisses by the sea. Wherever the wind traveled, so did the boy. Sometimes the wind aided the boy while he voyaged, whispering sweet nothings as he sailed across the sea. Others, the boy and the wind argued, leaving him alone in an unknown land. Always, the wind would return, apologizing with a sweet kiss and enveloping the boy in it’s self. The boy continued to age and slowed, despite his efforts to catch the wind. Everyday he asked the wind to stop so they could talk together as he did with the owl or the fox. Whenever he asked, the wind vanished, it’s voice unheard in the stillness. The wind slowed one day, as if catching its breath, as the boy sat on a rock resting his weary soul. So much time had passed, that the boy was now an old man. So old, in fact, that his hair matched the color of clouds on a sunny day and his face wrinkled as he smiled in the presence of the wind. The wind circled and swayed around the boy, but his age would not allow him to dance as he spoke with the wind. His breaths slowed and became shallow, and the wind became still, only moving when the boy’s breath met the air. With a smile, the boy let out one last breath to be carried out on the wind. The wind tried to rouse the boy, desperate to put the breath back into him, even sharing some of it’s own. It was no use. The boy’s essence had moved on to the next place it would dwell, leaving his empty shell to return to the earth. The wind stood still for a long while as the empty vessel slowly disappeared into the earth. Once everything was as it was, in the land of freshly cut grass and not a care, the wind began to move once more. It spoke of a boy that chased it around the world and back home. Somewhere in that land, a little boy’s eyes were closed, listening to an the epic tale.
By Kitty Fermengs4 years ago in Fiction
The Beginning of War
The Beginnings of War There were not always dragons in the valley. They, like many living things, had migrated in search of food and safety. In the Inveranie valley, after a savage and arduous search, they had found a place they could call home. They were, however, not the only intelligent beings that inhabited the valley.
By Johnston4 years ago in Fiction
Dragons of the Valley
There weren’t always dragons in the valley. Humans lived peacefully in the vast dip in the mountains of Snowdrop village. They lived a simple life in harmony with each other sharing supplies and working hard. But one girl named River wasn’t happy with her life. she did not realize this of course. every day was the same. but as she grew she realized that could definitely get boring.
By Orion Brayer4 years ago in Fiction
A WILD KIND OF MAGIC
Chapter 1: The Calling It was a warm summer day and I was bored. I sat and watched the ants roam freely around my front stoop for what seemed like hours. As I sat there and watched, I hoped that I would learn something from them. Interesting little creatures. Some seemed like they were wandering around aimlessly or frantically, while the others moved with a purpose. Who were these rogue ants? And where do I sign up? I just watched one carry off the dead body of what looked like a winged ant. What is he going to do with the body? Were they cousins? Brothers? Enemies? I was intrigued, yet still bored. I hope they don't eat him...
By Jennifer Donath4 years ago in Fiction
Three Graves
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. There weren’t any elves, either. But as she stood face-to-face with a sapphire-blue beast and its pointy-eared caretaker, Atlas learned the depth of the kingdom’s ignorance. The dragon’s dark scales glowed with a captivating iridescence in the early morning sunlight. She thought that it was a delicate, beautiful sight. A far cry from the winged killer beneath.
By Jenna Bygall4 years ago in Fiction
Cinder Ashes
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. Rush Valley was always known for its wildflowers and healing herbs, but now, there was fire. The change was swift and imminent. What was once a peaceful land became a place to fear. Most Rushers rejoiced at the shifting dynamics. Afterall, weapons always equated power, and now they possessed the greatest weapon known to man.
By Nicole Wong4 years ago in Fiction