Fantasy

Improving in Dystopian Valley
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. In fact, people believed that these creatures only existed in folklore, unable to fly out of the stories they lived in. But how wrong and foolish humanity was to think that way. A few centuries ago, humanity lived and prospered as selfless beings, willing to help one another with simple everyday tasks. The concept of currency did not exist at that time. Humans were ingrained the ethics of reciprocity where they traded food, clothing, and other essentials for living in return for laborious acts.
By Orion Tom4 years ago in Fiction
The Grand 9
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. Though like all things everything changes and today was the day of Resolution. A bright flash of light flared in the sky and the Mages blocked their ears against a vicious ripping sound that accompanied the light. A light that signalled the Gods have chosen who would be their Supreme. The greatest honour bestowed to the first among Gods.
By Rome A Helios4 years ago in Fiction
Tricky Threads
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. More precisely, there weren't any yesterday or hundreds of years before. Not until Lakren dabbled in mayhem did the problem arise. This stumbling on chaos, to no one’s shock, was a common occurrence. The village even named her Lakren of Ludicrous. However, the repercussions were never as monstrous or sharp-toothed before. As she ran from the snapping, furious jaws of a real dragon, she blamed Saltik for the extra spoonful of bad luck today.
By Jayne4 years ago in Fiction
Beyond the Cave
“There weren't always dragons in the Valley.” Was the line that the old storyteller started with, as he sat under the big oak tree to begin his story for the morning at the Sunday markets. As we sat there awaiting the story, a cool breeze flowed through our hair, then turned around in the other direction as fast as it came, then out shone the bright sun that peered through the white fluffy clouds, over the old man face, he stopped and looked up, then began his story once more.
By Betrenia Eustace4 years ago in Fiction
A Dragon in the Valley?
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. Kem peered out from the parapet of the Castle Redawn, his purple cloak swirling in the noiseless, incessant wind—wind that had stirred since the dawn of time and would stir till the end. Remily, his apprentice, stood at his elbow.
By Daniel Whyte IV4 years ago in Fiction
Testaments of the Stone Man
I. There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. Although, they’ve been here as long as I have. “They used to live secluded in the Hill Peaks,” Pau Pau let out, as usual, while we made our rounds in the quarry. “Back then, everyone was so focused on fighting each other that not even one person paused to think the dragons might someday leave their dens.” I gave him a glance before I reared back my arms to prepare for another swing. He was picking lint off his shirt as he spoke. “And why would they? Those beasts stayed cooped up for thousands of years; why would that ever change?” I threw my shoulders into a deep thrust, twisting my hips and bracing for impact at the last moment. CLANK. Debris flew past my face and onto the ground behind me, clattering as it fell. “Sure, many were wary, but–”
By Dakota Boll4 years ago in Fiction
The Dalda Chronicles
There weren't always dragons in the valley. There weren't always ogres in the valley. There weren't always monsters. But when there were...
By Lilia Peters4 years ago in Fiction
The Scyn-Seetha Wars
There weren’t always dragons inside the valley. The dragons were once born inside a Siren’s womb — but that was long ago now, long before the Scyn-Seetha wars. The Siren women would go to the lagoons, you see, and bathe in the languid shallows where the dragon flies lay eggs. The eggs, resting on their bellies, would become enveloped by Siren skin, into the womb. And over the course of many months, the Siren’s scales would coagulate with that little fly’s wings, and on the eleventh month - a dragon egg would be born.
By S W4 years ago in Fiction
Resurgence
There weren’t always Dragons in the Valley. They usually resided on the mountain peaks, favouring the cooler air. During the winter however, when the mountain tops screamed and cracked under the relentlessly growing spears of ice that sought their heart, the Dragons would migrate down to the Valley. Those that wished for children would mate in the Valley’s soft Autumn grasses and after their pilgrimage back to the top of the world, would return the next year to give birth. They claimed that children born in winter were stronger and more capable of the harsh existence atop the mountains. The more poetic of them claimed that the views from the peaks, of the world disappearing at the horizon to hide behind nothing but distance and air, forced their people to consider the brevity of their existence, and how they chose to use it. I was perhaps too young at the time to fully understand the implications of that sentiment.
By Samuel Phillis4 years ago in Fiction
Arsen
There weren't always dragons in the valley; in fact, valleys didn't always exist. However, there were always dragons, and despite appearances, mortals didn't always dread them. The dragons were always ember burning fire-breathing giants though, they weren't always called Dragons. Originally known as Agons, they were assigned to protect and help mortals find their own light by using their firebreath, Mechero. When a mortal acquired Mechero, it kindled an exclusive individual spark within them that only the mortal and the Agon who unleashed the Mechero could see. The mortal would have to do something special with a pure heart in order for this spark to grow into a brilliant light for others to see. When a mortal's light could be seen by all, they then became Luminos. The Luminos gained immortality because they were pure of heart. Many mortals, of course, could not complete the goal of being pure of heart. Mortals were notorious for their lust for power and envy by nature. The mortals were divided; those who had not given up hope of attaining the light were the Luz. Those that allowed their jealousy and envy to become an obsession filled with rage were the Luzers. The majority of mortals were Luzers, since it required little to no effort to hate, it was easy to find things to be mad about. Both the Luminos and the Luz were outnumbered by the Luzers. The Luzers were angered and felt like losers when they seen the power of the light, this allowed their rage to take over. Knowing they always had to see the light made them enraged knowing this was the way to gain immortality. Realizing their chances of gaining the powerful light were dwindling, infuriating them that much more making the odds very slim. However the Luzers were fully aware that they outnumbered the Luminos and Luz combined. In order to catch and confine the Agons, in hopes of stealing the mechero they devised a scheme to enslave the few Luminos and all of the Luz. The Agons would have to defend them because they were put here to protect and help them ignite their light. With a pure hearts, the Luminos had no desire to defend themselves, immortals possessed no iota of hatred or violence. Despite the fact that they were outmanned, the Luz refused to fight since they knew it would jeopardize their chances of one day having the light. So the Luzers enslaved them and went about carrying out their plan. Completely unaware of what was about to unfold; when they heard of this the Agons with their spitfire tongues poised for battle, wasting no time in rescuing the slaves. Flying out they reached the Luzers where they declared war on the Agons. The Agons accepted their fate in a trap. Every time any Agon would breath fire the Luzers would shoot an aquatic arrow that would electrocute the Agons sending them into electric shock. They would then drag them to imprison them. This war lasted over hundreds of year and was named “The Ongoing War”. Over the years because the Agons were dragged to the prisons they became known as what we call Dragons. The prison was inside many caves of mountains through out the land. The Dragons continued to fight until the youngest and wisest of Dragons, named Arsen came up w a plan to set them free. He suggested that they use their mechero to burn down the caves of the mountains. It took years for the Dragons to agree to this because merchero was extremely sacred. Eventually exhausted from being dragged the Dragons burned every prison cave and mountain utilized by the Luzers. Where those mountains and caves once stood became the valleys we see today. The Dragons captured all the Luzers and incinerated them. They then freeded all the Luminos and Luz, for the first time in a long time light was the majority and shined over all including the valleys and Dragons.
By Elyce Israel4 years ago in Fiction
The Queen of the Fire serpents
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. A time of peace and idyll existed before, but now the evil men, no, the monsters, who wielded these serpents of flame, destroyed the fabric of our lives.
By Archana Srinivas4 years ago in Fiction
The Dragon King of the Valley
There weren’t always dragons on the Valley. Long before dragons ruled the kingdom, the monarchy consisted of dinosaurs. The Valley was split into two districts; the Fairy Provinces and the Volcanic State.
By Chloe Gilholy4 years ago in Fiction