Fantasy

The Mystrie Dragons
There weren’t always dragons in the valley. Samueld had visited this valley with his father when he was a small boy. Then it was lush with flowering grasses and a sparkling clear brook ran through it. Along its banks, willows dipped their branches and fig trees gave fruit for a large variety of birds and animals. His father thought it was a place to think and renew his spirit. Samueld had not been to this valley for a very long time. When the darkness came and the elders fled into exile, all the land became desolate, and the valley was no exception. No vegetation or life survived, or it had hidden itself. The brook had dried up and nothing bloomed.
By Judith Parrish Broadbent4 years ago in Fiction
The Kepler Valley
“There weren’t always dragons in the Valley, were there?” Thomas asked. “No,” replied Homer, “that’s been a part of the narrative for, let’s see… about eight months now”.
By Theo Craig-Piper4 years ago in Fiction
The FrostWing Chronicles
Prologue- Blessed, yet Cursed by the stars Our Galaxy; Much has taken place within this magnificent spiral of Stars. On the very edge of the galaxy lies a triple starred system called Perma, and within this system orbits two twin worlds, Notevora and Novotora, besides other uninhabited worlds. Novotora is teeming with life from the vast deep oceans, towering mountains, floating isles, lush jungles, forests to, long plains, and beautiful winter wonderlands. Novotora is a large planet comprised of four major land continents, one of which the story begins, The Karsara Lands;
By Robert Gross4 years ago in Fiction
What's Beyond the Wall?
There weren’t always dragons in the valley. Only when Aunt Amana played with fire. She could spin flames around herself in a living cage and would sometimes nudge them into house-high dragons, or lions small enough to cup in her palm. And she wasn’t even the most talented artist on Ari’s street.
By Michelle Hazen4 years ago in Fiction
The Last Wand of Astar
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. At least that’s what Helen had been told growing up, but dragons used to be everywhere and if they used to be everywhere why didn’t they live in the high western peaks of the Enchantments? That part didn’t make sense but the dragons were here now, tucked back into the little piece land that had become their prison—at least what was left of them.
By David Paulsen4 years ago in Fiction
A World Beyond Imagination
My body smashed into the ground. I lifted my aching head and opened my eyes to see a tall girl standing over me. Ugh, Margaret, Maggie to her friends. Popular, top of the class, pretty, you get the picture. Three others stood beside her: Violet, Mabel and Josie. Violet’s like a second in command to Margaret. And Mabel and Josie are the backup team. I lay back down and closed my eyes. I can’t be bothered to do this today. But hands gripped my arms and forced me to my feet. I was now face to face with Margaret.
By Ellen Sopwith4 years ago in Fiction
The Heist
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. Nor were there any these days. But no one could tell you why except the one who got them gone.
By Mark Thayer4 years ago in Fiction
Out of the Caged Sea. Runner-Up in The Fantasy Prologue.
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. They came in fishing boats, in merchant vessels, in the backs of wagons, on horseback, on foot. They came dressed as farmers and millers and blacksmiths. They came slowly, patiently. They looked like you. They looked like me. We thought that they were allies, friends, family. By the time we knew the truth, it was too late.
By Charlotte Lesemann4 years ago in Fiction
The Eve of Dragons
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. For a time it was thought that nothing stirred there at all, except for the dead. No one knew this better than the Sly, who hollowed out the Valley’s hills to fill with the bodies of their brethren, and watched as its rivers washed away the blood. Not even the Sly children at their wildest age dared set foot there, for the old nursery song made it clear what awaited them:
By Lex Cee4 years ago in Fiction
A Candle in the Rain
"There weren't always Dräghons in the valley," she murmurs against my collarbone, her breath warm and her foreign pronunciation rolling off my skin. "Or so I've been told by the others. But I can't recall anywhere else." The fireplace that sits in the corner of the room crackles in response, illuminating the unclothed lining of her back. Smooth and unscarred, it gives no indication of the appendages hidden within.
By Elsa Fleurel4 years ago in Fiction
The Titan in the Vale
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. In fact, it had been generations since the last dragon had come in contact with any humanoid being. The dragons had been brought to the Valley by greed and selfishness, and with them had come the destruction of all that had once called the Valley home.
By J.L. Boyce4 years ago in Fiction
The New World
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. A hundred years ago the grassy slopes were ribboned with streams. The children would weave their bird-bone fingers in the water, unafraid of any monster that may lurk beneath. While their parents worked they would play, entirely free as they flew from the cypress trees and floated above the valley gales.
By Francesca Nash4 years ago in Fiction