Fantasy

Tears of a Dragon
There weren’t always dragons in the valley. The day they arrived shook the very foundations of the surrounding mountains, and the events of that day saw a reshaping of the land and foreshadowed the lives of all who came to live there since.
By Rik Baker4 years ago in Fiction
Dyrrfold Eternal
There weren't always dragons in the valley. In Dýrrfold, a once peaceful land now ravaged in war between the humanoid creatures of Elves and Dwarves and the terrors of the Draugrverǫld, an ancient cursed land pushing for dominion over the Dýrrfold and the lands within its gaze, Doral and Solphia, a Dwarf and Elf were walking across the once thick green field of Ráðland a place for communion between the royalty of the races, but now a blood soaked battlefield, the smell of death both friend and foe linger within the air, a morbid reminder of what has been lost in recent years.
By Cameron Graham4 years ago in Fiction
The Remnants
There weren’t always dragons in the valley, but it hardly came as a surprise: the valley was full of magic. The origins of the valley itself were humble before the asteroid. The asteroid fell somewhere in the middle of the Savacean steppe. Uncultivable and arid, it was the land which served as the battleground between Celestial Faerie Courts. The faeries of that time subscribed to the ancient language and culture of Sanskrit, and so the faerie nations were named Survana, the Sun court, after the word for gold, and Rajata, the Moon court, named for silver. The courts had been at odds since their beginnings, endlessly battling for expanded territory. The steppe was good for little else, until the asteroid hit.
By Christina 4 years ago in Fiction
The Call of Athakses
“There weren’t always dragons in the Valley,” King Feolthanos grumbled. It brought the bickering lords gathered in Albinaur to a pause–an ever burning reminder of their new reality. The petitioning ambassador of Laothnir was stunned into silence. “Perhaps you’ve forgotten, Lord Aglerne,” the king continued, his eyes locked upon the ambassador. “Maybe you were sitting on your horse half-drunk when the dragons descended on us. Well, I was there, among my men. I seem to recall those black-winged beasts torching the knights of Emerindas as well as of Laothnir. Perhaps our little war was not of interest to them. Perhaps it did not sufficiently entertain them. I would have loved to have asked them, but I was a bit distracted by the screams and the smell of meat. Perhaps you missed both in your pavilion. It is no matter.” The king raised his voice. “My retreat from the Eglian Valley was not a Laothniran victory, nor was this parley a surrender. How petty our disputes seem to me now. It is simple! We are human, they are dragons! We can go back to butchering each other over lands and titles once the matter is settled. Or perhaps we shall all die together upon a burning field, brothers in ashes. There’s your reunited Londor. No go. Out of my sight. Tell your king to send you back to me once he’s decided to be a little more reasonable.”
By Zachary Kusch4 years ago in Fiction
The boy who died, again.
There weren’t always dragons in the valley. Although the ones in his mind were constant. He tried to think of anything else, anything at all. His life was almost up, and his looming departure from this world was inevitable.
By Guy Collins4 years ago in Fiction
Curse of Catonia
Curse of Catonia Or the Memories of the Stone John Edward Chapter One There weren’t always dragons in the valley. They had come, and they had gone again. Now the scattered remnants of a once prosperous community deified them with statues, mossy and overgrown, their frozen stone faces glaring down on those who passed by. The community had fallen to ruins over an age. Knowledge, hard gained over thousands of years had been lost. The population had been laid low, farming what they could to survive, building up their stores in the hills, fortifying themselves inside their plank homes. They hunted with bow and arrow and the spear and the sword, and it was said that a cancer was growing within this world. Fires burst from beneath the surface of the earth, scorching swathes of green. When the people gathered in their town squares the stories they shared from the outland held no water, as the conditions were so changeable that men questioned their own memories and their own minds. As a contagion of dementia set in, the world could no longer be tracked or traced, the landscape seemed as much a figment of the imagination as a dream, and many could not discern one from the other. A great sickness had swamped this world, this world without name, and no man could put faith in himself or his judgments. Swallowed in insanity and paranoia, families moved to isolation, men became wandering loners, the weak perished in the unforgiving conditions, and travelling through the treacherous terrains they burned up and disappeared like anonymous fading stars in the dead of night. Their souls evacuated to the heavens.
By John Edward4 years ago in Fiction
The Unholy War
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. Some say a Roven Princess summoned the first dragon to escape the wrath of the First Gods. Others say the First Gods sent a dragon to kill her.
By Jiordan4 years ago in Fiction
Frangipani
There weren’t always dragons in the valley. But, then again, that was also true for Citlali and her tribe. It did not matter that they had been taken to this strange land more than 13 years ago, or that Citlali herself had been born there, they looked and felt like outsiders.
By Blanca Nino4 years ago in Fiction
Redeemer of the Valley
There weren’t always dragons in the valley. They came back slowly as news of wickedness and corruption and the weakening of the bonds that had held the clans together spread North, carried by the messengers of such things - the bitterest of crows, the snakes who had been banished and the men who had turned their service to the fell creatures who sought nothing but destruction.
By David Evan Giles4 years ago in Fiction
The Lost Door
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. Sara sipped her coffee and felt the cool breeze against her cheek. It tousled her brown hair tied back in a loose ponytail. She watched the trees on the hillside ripple in the wind. In her mind, she replayed the dream that felt like a memory. Dragons soaring in the blue sky above the vineyards, hillsides, and hot springs of Napa Valley.
By David Oeters4 years ago in Fiction
Dragon Warrior
There weren't always dragons in the valley. Eighteen years ago, the first rift appeared over the middle of three of the main clan lands in Kaan. Rifts are a tear between our world and the dark world. Dark forces and demons came forth from the rift, chaos and mayhem swept across the lands. The initial wave brought terrifying demons of all sizes, leaving a destructive path through the cities, destroying buildings and killing people by the dozens. The clans worked quickly to band together and amass a big army with the best warriors from each clan. The army fought back, decimating some of the smaller demons, with some fleeing back through the rift, cities were saved. However, with no way to close the rift they kept coming. The army was split into smaller groups to cover more ground and attack at different angles. The clans sent word to their outer neighbours, warning them of what was happening and to prepare. This raged on for months, the army pushing the demons back, only to find more appeared somewhere else, many died and some cities fell, unable to recover from the incredible loss.
By Elle Callow4 years ago in Fiction
Dragon Slayers
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. Dragons come and dragons go, people liked to say, and from time to time one would wander across the Mountains. It would pass above the peaks and hill ranges that surrounded the Valley’s nine kingdoms, fly above the lands stretching in green, above the dark woods and the sparkling waters of the rivers, and let its shadow linger like a tail on the ground. It would fly and soar through the blue skies, flapping its wings while the trees below swayed and rustled, the only sound in the world suddenly still, and then it would crash, shot down by the things it could not see.
By FM Stone4 years ago in Fiction