Fantasy
Dragon Pins
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. It depended on the season. As spring wormed its way up from the north, it drove the dragons before it. Their melodious, lilting calls were the sounds that heralded the blooming of the first flowers and the gradual thawing of the ground, ice-hard after the winter chill. First to arrive were the great hornivans and skysleepers, their broad wings barely moving as they caught the air currents rippling over the mountains. For most of them, the Valley was a short stop on a longer journey, one that would end a hundred miles further south, where the mountains reared still higher and the withy settlements fell away.
By Deborah Coverley4 years ago in Fiction
A Dragons Fire
There weren’t always dragons in the valley. Not that they wanted to be there. Before the dragons arrived, the valley circled the hills where the village sat and the golden palace caught the eye seen from miles away. Its towers dwarfed the village houses below as the walls glistened and reflected the sunlight above. The courtyard was full of merchants selling food, fabric and flowers. Traders hidden in the shadows bartered for money and jewels as children chased after each other with wooden swords their laughter ricocheting of the castle walls. The king watched from the balcony with a satisfied smile, he glanced at his queen next to him as they looked over the courtyard at their people’s happiness. Everything was perfect…
By Becca Maxwell4 years ago in Fiction
Keepers Code
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. Only a few years ago, the land was free and the people lived well together. Now, those Dragons, or whatever they call themselves, were everywhere, seizing all that was once important to the folk that lived there. Karl tried to ease himself back against the fence post and took a long, thoughtful draw from his wooden pipe. The smoke caught in a small breeze and drifted down the hillside, fading into nothing over the sunlit pines. Stately firs blanketed the slopes, with buttons of crimson and gold announcing the turn of the season. The old man peered out through the chill air from his quiet place in the hills. From up here, he was almost convinced that the Valley remain unmolested, that it was the same home where he raised his children, and theirs. His eyes followed the rushing water that cut through the basin, foaming and dancing under the sun. He almost felt at peace, until he saw it: A low black tower, squatting on the edge of the water, with its garish yellow-green banner waving. It couldn’t be seen from his spot, but he knew the twisting serpent figure stamped on the canvas, knew the raucous din ringing out from inside those walls.
By Sean Cunningham 4 years ago in Fiction
Elaine Blackwell, Dragonhunter
There hadn’t always been dragons in the valley. They had been imported to Raptur from Avalon. Avalon was a nice colonizable planet if it weren’t for the damn dragons that took a liking to eating colonists’ cattle and children. Sadly because dragon eggshells were a mix of tungsten and gold most colonists stole them even with the dragonlings still in them. They would dump the resulting baby dragon to fend for itself on another planet entirely.
By Dina Rubina4 years ago in Fiction
Myths and Legends
There weren't always dragons in the Valley... Then again, maybe there were, and we simply exist without the capacity to see such magic. Perhaps humans are far too ordinary. For as long as I can remember, dragons were nothing more than mere myths. Legends. Meant to be monsters of imagination. Stories to be told around a campfire. They were symbols of fantasy and folklore that never strayed too far from a terrified princess, a noble knight, or a pile of treasure.
By Autumn Rehbein4 years ago in Fiction
The Tail of Pen'dragon
There weren't always dragons in the valley. The valley itself was mostly void and frozen for what seemed like an eternity. I suppose when I look back now, the cold months were but few. The baldies still tease that we only have two real seasons around here, rather than four: salt and barrel. When the winter rushes in, the salt hits the roads. When the winter breaks, construction begins on the roads. Salt. And barrel.
By Shannon K. Abel4 years ago in Fiction
The Ugly Misfortune of Being Lucky
THERE WEREN’T ALWAYS dragons in the Valley. That’s the only thing anyone in town could agree on. After all, Lucky Olivier (the barman’s apprentice) had only spotted the ominous figures that morning—100-feet high, brilliant white, chiseled like the gods’ own etchings into the rocky cliffs around the town. If they’d been there all along, most people reasoned, someone probably would have noticed.
By Reid Kerr-Keller4 years ago in Fiction
Heroes of The Valley
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. Some people still don’t believe there are any here. However, over the years, Sun Valley's population tripled as the Tessies took over the rest of Los Angeles. Tessies are the trillionaires who inherited the city at its worst. In 2025 the advantageous Geoff Bellazzo and William Yates purchased the bankrupt city. Angelinos spent five years in terror as sickness, and famine plagued the city. Employment dropped to single digit numbers, families were abandoning their homes and adapting to multigenerational living accommodations which no longer carried the stigma of moving home to mom and dad.
By Genesis Gonzalez4 years ago in Fiction
