Fantasy

Sister with the Eyes of Stone
Part One of Ersoa's Awakening There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. Unchained, they escaped through the tunnels and caves below the Diadema Range, their waning calls echoing through the subterranean maze like flute play.
By Sam Eliza Green4 years ago in Fiction
The Sound of Silence
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. His own great-grandfather had remembered a time before when all the Valley had to its name had been poor, rocky soil, river fish, and poverty.
By Samantha Meyer Gallegos4 years ago in Fiction
The Dragon and the Emperor
There weren’t always dragons in the valley. The dragons that once fed on mountain goats, gliding in and plucking them from the crags in the mountains above, soon learned that battlefields made for better feeding grounds.
By Charles Marshall4 years ago in Fiction
The Guardians of Veya
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. No, once the Valley was guarded by beings of legend, possessing great power bestowed upon them by the dragon kings. They were fearsome warriors, pure of heart. They bore the mark of the dragon kings, understanding that they had been chosen and granted this great power in the defense of all that was lovely and pure in the world. They stood watch over all of Veya, from the distant mountain of the High King Keth’ir to the gates of the Valley. They kept darkness at bay for a millennium, and all the people of Veya lived in peace. Then the Night Giants returned. These were beasts of clouded heart; fallen dragon kings whose hearts had led them astray by a greed for power to a fate of desolation.
By Zach McCauley4 years ago in Fiction
Gala Day
There weren’t always dragons in the valley. His Great-Baba would often speak of the old country, and tell stories of arriving in Oxley Vale— when it was nothing more than a ditch-water settlement— of millers and shepherds. “We escaped persecution of the dust scampers of Essia and for what? To be tossed on the stove stoked by dragons flame? Aye Horva!” she would say, her unmistakable Essian accent thick and honeyed. “Dust scampers” was an antiquated term used to describe anti-Essain types, this was the term she used to describe the Sossian farmers of old Essia, she liked to conflate the two, in her mind they were one and the same. But he sometimes worried that the gangs, colloquially known as “dragons”, were somehow worse than the Sossian bigots of the old country, dragons were organised.
By A. J. Lynch 4 years ago in Fiction
The Lost Drakon
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. They came on painted ships from across the ocean. Hundreds of families escaping war and oppression, carrying only their most valued possessions. The ships were dismantled and used to build homes along the sides of the Valley. Officially it’s called Pondu Ravel Vallelia, which is old Pelli for something along the lines of Valley of the Foreseen Traveler. However, we just call it the Valley, or home.
By Morgan Schreiber4 years ago in Fiction
Hearts and Scales
There weren’t always dragons in the valley. They came after The Blast. Things were different before that—before the economy collapsed and the heat waves scorched the soil and the winters grew long.
By Devin Hurst4 years ago in Fiction
A Girl & Her Dragon
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. In case the reader was not aware, the Valley is a local shorthand of sorts for Pleasant Valley, home to a rather special young lady named Courtney Acardi. And it was solely thanks to the unique abilities of our protagonist that the beast of legends was ushered into the modern age.
By Steven M. Baker II4 years ago in Fiction
The Realm of Lavaria
Vrison. "There weren't always dragons in the valley." Minos the Swift, the fastest dragon in all the realms, and Tezzedot the Nocturnal, the only dragon who can travel as a shadow, both eagerly watched their master as he stared through the newly made portal to the Realm of Lavaria. His red scales dimly lit by the stirring of morning trickling through the portal door. Running his jet-black talons down his greying neck frill, he continued with his story. "There was a time when dragons were looked down on. The elves and the sorcerers kept us as pets. They chained us up in caves, clipped our wings and kept us on the brink of starvation. That is until we rose and claimed back each realm. Now look at them. Dragons, elves, and wizards living together in perfect harmony, training together, eating together. It makes me sick. Dragons are the superior species! We should be ruling the kingdoms! Not living amongst these creatures who treat us in such a vile manner!" Master began shaking his head, still looking out of the portal door. Watching as the village of Korr start to arise from their slumber.
By Daniella Carr4 years ago in Fiction
Dragons Return
We cannot solve our problems with the same thinking we used when we created them. Albert Einstein There weren’t always dragons in the valley. The day they returned, magic returned too.
By Saffron Sage4 years ago in Fiction
The Book of Everything
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. The presence of shornback sheep, a species that normally cannot sustain stable populations within 50 miles of a predatory dragon den, supports this theory. Given both dragon and sheep, it is probable the Beren Valley region has played home to dragons for no more than one to two years at the time of writing this– likely a reflection of changing migratory patterns due to
By Willem Galanis4 years ago in Fiction
Shattered Dreams
There weren't always dragons in the Valley; there weren't also the ill spirits that fooled the noble's minds, transforming them into a cocoon of delusion, either.
By Aary Jadhav4 years ago in Fiction