Fantasy

Cloudrippers
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. Captain Imadara recalled, as he drew the smoke of his pipe into his lungs, some seven years ago when the beating of those ivory wings subsumed all sound north of the Nysus River. A clattering like the most violent of thunderstorms accosted the ears of all those simple folk as they toiled their fields or plied their crafts in the central hamlet of Yon-Kat.
By Aaron Coleman4 years ago in Fiction
Souls of Steam
There never used to be dragons in the valley. That was until Maggie found them. Hidden under dust, stone and foliage, they had laid dormant for years and no one had ever thought to look. Sleeping silently where they had been placed a hundred or so years ago, they were now Maggie’s little treasure and her new favorite place to work, scavenge and explore.
By Chelsea Webb4 years ago in Fiction
The Levy of Laxordias
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. It wasn't until nineteen aught twelve that the great Sorcerer Laxordias sought to summon protection for our lands. As we watched in uneasy anticipation, he set about his ritual, cutting the air with mysterious gestures and uttering words unknown by common tongue.
By Ad-Libbing With The Z-Man4 years ago in Fiction
Knight of The Dragon
Knight of The Dragon ‘The quest for Sagittarius A’ There weren’t always dragons in the valley, and the Cosmos didn’t always get their water from the stream, either. When the war exhausted, if you hadn’t fallen on the front lines you were likely claimed by famine or disease, even dehydrated to death. The Dragons reconciled the drought, restoring balance and reining in the new days. Sya and the surviving cosmos were visitors on their island and in leverage of the situation, they were lucky the creators kept mostly docile. The Dragon was believed to be the only remaining.
By Aydra J Swan4 years ago in Fiction
Written in Fire
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. I stared at the insertion point cursor, which taunted me with it’s persistent flash on the mostly blank document page. While I might have figured out how I wanted my novel to start, my mind beyond that was completely empty, a wall of writers block tall enough to hold back all seven seas. I sighed in frustration, rubbing my hands down my tired face, hoping to elicit even the smallest spark of inspiration. My deadline for this first chapter was fast approaching, and without so much as a single full page finished, I could feel the bubble of stress expanding inside me, threatening to burst into a total anxious meltdown.
By Victoria 4 years ago in Fiction
The Endless Night
There weren't always dragons in the Valley of Arben, at one time the fields and forests that peppered the hillside had been places of quietude and stillness.
By Lauren Morton4 years ago in Fiction
Dragon Blood
There weren’t always dragons in the valley. Hirea city had been the heart of the region. Our once bustling capital, now forsaken and desolate. Though it had been nearly a decade since dragon-fire scorched the earth of Hirea, every day since had felt like a waking nightmare.
By Theron Wilson4 years ago in Fiction
The Hidden
There weren’t always dragons in the valley. Despite the fact that our valley had been thoroughly explored by every child adventurer in the village, they had gone undiscovered. Not until a group of mongrel boys managed to get themselves trapped in a cave, that is. That’s when we found the first one, a statue entombed in a long-forgotten cavern of stone and damp. No one knew how long the creature had been standing there under our very noses, frozen in a time long since passed. Waiting to be found.
By Emily Coggins4 years ago in Fiction
The Curse of the Covenant
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. Now there are four. Rychek, Chandray, Roshan, and Gorgile. They used to be elves. Normal nature loving elves. Happy and playful, frolicking in the woods. I didn’t know three of them, but Chandray, she was my mother. Mother of four. She loved butterflies and rabbits. She sang like an angel and was learning to play the harp.
By Asa Gee4 years ago in Fiction
The Last Dragon Rider
There weren’t always dragons in the valley. They used to weave through the sky like needles, and reside only on the highest peaks. As if being amongst mammals at the height of the reptilian era was an affront to their very existent. Monarchs ruling over lowly warm-blooded servants. The lower elevations were our prison. The only place we could manage to survive hidden from their watchful gaze. Quieting our footsteps as we’d scurry through dust clouds or hot nights avoiding the deadly strike of our inaccessible rulers. I can still remember taking every storm as an opportunity, scaling rain slick trees by desperately digging my nails into wet bark, and coming home with cuts and callouses only obtained by reaching the highest branches. Hair plastered to my head with sweat; particles once floating in the air clinging to every inch of exposed skin and coating my airway as we hunted smaller animals on a sweltering evening. The whole sky obscured, covering all the air you could see in an opaque gold fog. It’s weight pressing on your lungs until they burn, filling your nose until rock is all you can smell and taste.
By Zoe Richards4 years ago in Fiction
The War to End All Wars
“There weren’t always dragons in the Valley.” The words have repeated in Pyria’s mind for days. They are louder now that she has reached her destination.
By Amber Hill4 years ago in Fiction
Dragon Valley
There weren’t always dragons in the valley. I would know. In my previous field journals I was studying the flora that thrived there. Now that the dragons are here it is far too dangerous to go back down there. My name is Amelia Moore, I am a researcher from a small village called Thurn. If you are reading this, I am most likely dead.
By Kat4 years ago in Fiction