Fantasy

A Feast of Spirits
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. The gates of Lys weren’t always sealed shut, and her people did not always starve, wither, and die by the hundred. Their bodies weren’t always incinerated to save space, and their ailing souls weren’t always devoured by the great drakes that lingered beyond the walls. It was a feast of spirits. For all of Lys’ power, all its silver spires and its armies of fighting men… it had been rendered a tomb.
By Ty Tanner4 years ago in Fiction
The Khadija Prophecy
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. They had come down from the Himalayas and settled around Choti Gaon twelve years ago, around the same time Paro came to the village. Rajesh insists it was the very same day, but Auntie says that jinn can’t be trusted.
By AJ Nelson4 years ago in Fiction
Iron Eye
“There weren’t always dragons in the Valley,” she said her voice low, the intonation on “always”. The Alchemist Mierielle bint Icaros ibn Daidalos often spoke with a roughness that didn’t match her tall, lithe frame. The statement hung in the air, like a wisp of smoke floating on a still morning. What was I supposed to do with that? So, I swallowed the bait. I probably should have been paying more attention, although to be fair it wasn’t until much later it became clear what she was up to.
By Glenn Rudolph4 years ago in Fiction
The Glass Valley
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. Dwarves learn from a young age where dragons dwell, as nothing is more likely to cut a life short. A dragon’s habitat depends, of course, on the type of dragon. It can confidently be stated that these dragons, known by those well-read enough to care as horned shale-backs, don’t typically dwell in towns. They dwell in more mountainous climes, and in peripheral caves, tunnels, and abandoned mines; much to the ire of the dwarves as, to them, no mine is ever truly retired.
By Jon Roe4 years ago in Fiction
Sky, Sword and Song
There weren’t always dragons in the valley That was how the saying went. A reminder to the people of the Ravell, Even now she could hear Etred’s lips curling around those syllables his low voice, calm and understanding. He had been fond of his sayings, he had had so many to share.
By Felix Twingrin 4 years ago in Fiction
Kaela and the Dragon
Chapter 1 There weren’t always dragons in the Valley, thought Kaela sleepily, as she watched the creatures circling and dipping above the distant granite hills. Or Masters. Kaela lay burrowed in warm blankets, watching the dragons through a small dormer window as they glided on invisible air currents. They looked like birds, she thought. So graceful. And so deadly. Or so people said.
By Liz Sinclair4 years ago in Fiction
Freeze
“There weren't always dragons in the valley.” “Will you please stop?” You sighed, with tension in your chest and shoulders. You looked at the clock on the stove, moved your hands from your face and placed them ready to push back from the table.
By David Brogan4 years ago in Fiction
When Endings Become Beginnings
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley, but one arrived on a summer day when sunlight smeared the sky in peachy orange. The beautiful creature, milky white with wings of silver, fell from the heavens. It spiraled down through the clouds like a rock caught in a raging waterfall. Upon smacking the ground, the earth rumbled. Fortunately, it landed in a flowered meadow on the outskirts of Bee Haven.
By Lori Kemper4 years ago in Fiction
Tails of Blood and Bond
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. For centuries, the jagged hills were merely a place for the elements to touch and nothing more. Only they were brave enough. No one would dare go near the Valley for fear of its talon shaped rocks, cliffs steeper than a column of bodies, and conditions ready to swallow those bodies whole. No one it seemed, except large, winged beasts who spoke in the language of fire.
By Maddi Clarke4 years ago in Fiction
Gods Among Us
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. My Ma would say it were dwarves that brought the wyrms down on us, but I tend to think us Men didn’t help none. Dwarves dug for metals and fashioned beautiful things, treasures that could be gifted to a dragon; Man went to the Mountains empty-handed, and stole the scales off the dragon’s back.
By Rhi4 years ago in Fiction
Skyeater Chronicles B1 Chapter 1
Chapter 1. Hunger is inevitable. At one point or another, we all get hungry. Every gamer knows it, and it is often the cause of us having to exit that amazing tournament we were so close to winning, or going AFK and getting killed or kicked because we had to leave to satisfy that stupid need to eat. No matter whether young or old, rich or poor, no matter what we ate, we all likely have suffered for our basic needs in out gaming lives.
By Wendigo Workshops4 years ago in Fiction
The Apothecary's Apprentice
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. The Gods protected us for hundreds of years, now they are silent. It was slow at first, the skies began turning a bleak grey. The sun no longer rose and fell, erasing the purples and oranges of sunrise and sunset. The stars no longer shone in the night sky. Fires in the hearth did not warm us; rivers became stagnant and no longer flowed through the Valley. All of the world slowed down and came to a stop. Then, the dragons came.
By Zachary Archer4 years ago in Fiction