Fantasy
Valley of Light
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley of Light. My grandmother says that when she was a girl, it was a peaceful place, a farmer’s village, where neighbors helped neighbors and everyone lived in peace. James hates her stories. He says that they’re just daydreams for those who haven’t accepted the reality. But I like them, it makes me think that peace could come again.
By Diana McLaren4 years ago in Fiction
The End of Dragons
There were not always dragons in the Valley. It is hard to believe now, child, but in times gone by they were out in the open. Rarely do they come out now, but back then you could see them in the sky, flying freely and fiercely, the sun bursting off of their fiery bodies, deflecting and reflecting light like a shining shield against a blazing sword. And it was not so long ago either, my dear, although it is now called the age of fire, which feels so, sooo distant – but no, I am not telling you some dull, worn out tale I once heard being passed down from an elder… no, child, this was how things were in my own time. When I was about the same age as you are now, I would watch them from the hills on splendid, sunny days, cheering after each one that I saw.
By Nikola Stefan4 years ago in Fiction
Wish Upon a Dragon
"There weren't always dragons in the valley," the wizard intoned from her position in front of the royal high table. Her voice carried to the far corners of the great hall, echoing unnaturally until her audience leaned forward in rapt attention. Magic itched Renne's skin and she shifted in her ornately uncomfortable chair, trying to be unobtrusive in her wiggling. Her padded bustle had worked itself around to the side so she was only half sitting on it. Fortunately, most everyone's attention was focused on the Lady High Wizard Elair and her fanciful version of history.
By Hatter King4 years ago in Fiction
The Blood of Terra
Prologue There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. And the hands of my people, though calloused and hardened by years of hard labor in the fields, cultivating the once-fertile soil, never bore the splinter of a hilt, nor felt the aching recoil of a spear shaft as pointed end was driven into its mark. What weapons we had bore the chipped-edged and rust glazed scars of old age, mere relics of an era long forgotten. Used now by my people only as ornaments and mementos of what our ancestors were, and reminders of what we were not. Indeed, the unsheathing of a sword was considered a vulgar and hapless act and we were not hasty to expand our misfortunes.
By Dan Patrick Kerry4 years ago in Fiction
The Land and Sea
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. Until now, I didn't even believe in dragons or vampires or any other creature that just shouldn't exist, but in this world it does. I was just your ordinary Japanese high school senior ready for the pros and cons of life My name was Akiyama Sophia for short, but others just call me Akiyama, but here in this world, my name is Aki. If I just studied for the exam and stayed at the school, I would be eating ramen and playing another romance visual novel. Let me explain it all happened yesterday during the final exams the day my life came to an end as, so I thought. It was just an ordinary day in another boring economics class when I fell asleep on my desk and woke up with wet white rice in my hair followed by my classmate's laughter. I wasn’t the most popular kid in my high school days nor was I liked, I felt a tap behind my back and fingers going through my hair. “Sophia, are you?” She looks at my blank stare at her and then I begin to smile at her and speak. “Don’t worry I’m fine can you just take me to the shower hall. “Thank you Aya-senpai,” I say walking behind we reach the shower room, and she pushes me in and immediately starts to undress me and turns on the shower with the cold water hitting my skin, Aya senpai can you turn up the heat the waters are too cold,” I say with a low voice. “Well, you did say you wanted to wash it out why do you care if it's cold or not,” She says going through my jet black hair removing the white rice along with the water I stand shivering under the cold water and let out a big smile “thank you Aya -senpai for helping me” she turns off the water and throws me my clothes that immediately get wet from touching the shower floor. I reach for my clothes, and she slaps my face so hard that my face is red with her handprint. “You know it's shit like that pisses me off why the hell is you so nice all the time that's why they think they can pick on you and guess what so will I if you don’t take that smile off of your damn ugly face”. She yells at me, but I still smile holding back my tears. The intercom comes on over the shower room calling all students to the main hall to take their final exams for each of my classes. I stand in the shower shivering she grabs me by my black hair and throws me to the floor.” As if you could go to college, you’re such a loser no one is going to want you might as well forget about attending and as if they're going to let a wet student take the exam anyway” she leaves the shower room and closes the door behind her. I get up and grab my clothes and look myself in the mirror my blue eyes begin to turn red from all the anger and sadness. She’s right I should just go back home it is not like I studied anyway and besides moms not going to be home till late tonight anyway.” I grab my things and begin to head to the lockers for my shoes. I hear a voice behind me “Akiyama where are you going it's time for your exams” the voice says I turn around and the teacher looks at me dripping with water” Akiyama what happened was it, girls, again” he says with a deep breath. My eyes look at him with sadness, but I bring out a big smile “I’ll be back I just want to change first and take it later if that's okay I say looking at the consideration in his eyes. I turn around and begin to head for the train station I get to the terminal and realize I forgot the train pass I hear a voice behind me I turn around slightly and see Aya-senpai.” Here you use mine “she lets me use her train pass and lets me in we hear the train horn get closer and closer and we make a run for it when I run a little to close to the yellow line before the train gets closer I suddenly fill a heavy push behind me and I grab a piece of clothing for an extra grip to pull myself up, but I still fall the last thing I thought I would see are the white lights of the train and hearing the people scream and the roar of the trains breaks as the train tries to stop but it doesn’t. I don’t know how long I was asleep, but it felt like ages. I suddenly feel a breeze of cold air around me my hands begin to move, and it feels cold and soft.
By Chae-young 4 years ago in Fiction
Hidden
"There weren't always dragons in the Valley". The girls glanced up at their mother, their fingers, lips and aprons stained purple from collecting wild berries. They had heard these words before, always delivered with the same sense of sadness for a time lost.
By Sally Towell4 years ago in Fiction
Black Dragon
“There weren’t always dragons in the Valley.” The man raised the trembling mug of beer, that he had received for free, to his lips and sipped. His audience waited with baited breath, “I don’t know where the first one came from, but-,” He swallowed audibly, “It killed my three best friends.” He was sitting before the central fireplace, and there wasn’t a single person in the tavern who couldn’t see his distant expression, “It came out of the shadows, black and shiny, its claws ripped Matthew apart and-” he paused to take a calming swig of beer, “It ATE Charles. Lester tried to fight it, but-” he shuddered to a halt.
By Alexander White4 years ago in Fiction
