Fantasy
SCALES: Fighting Tooth and Claw
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley, but in the blink of an eye and the flick of my wrist, I just became the scariest dragon of all. Standing immobile, a mist of blood coats my skin, and my magic’s smell fills the air. Looking at Azrael’s shocked face, I know my secret is out. Magic has not been seen in seventy-three years, not since the death of the original leader of the Dragons, Gabriel Vincent. Lerna Valley has just become a dangerous place for me.
By Elyse Pennington4 years ago in Fiction
Dragon Training 101
There weren't always dragons in the valley. It once consisted of normal humans doing normal human things. They read fairy tale books believing that's just what they were… Fairy tales. That was weeks ago, though, way before Ashley Adams, a normal teenage girl, got a little too curious about her brother's disappearance.
By Meghan Miller4 years ago in Fiction
The Clockwork Fable
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. Or so the people of the threshold believed. It was also much more complicated than that. All the unfortunate citizens could know for certain was that life as it was, was no more. They would learn this rather recent development and the truth behind it was much more sinister than they could have ever realized. Now I do believe it is a narrator's job to start from the very beginning. So, allow me to take you back to the Industrial Safe Haven promptly known as, The Valley. It all began when our young hero took note of his grandfathers recently odder than usual behavior.
By Matthew W.4 years ago in Fiction
Dragon Bound
There weren't always dragons in the valley. Today, thank both the gods, was one of those days. Regardless, the dark clouds rolling over the high peaks in the distance not only promised rain, but blocked what remained of daylight from reaching the deep places in the valley floor. The shrouds of endless mist that rose from bogs and crags, swirling in the afternoon breeze could be hiding anything.
By Chris Howald4 years ago in Fiction
Hero of the Dragon's Heart
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. The Children of Tainu spent most of their time high up in the mountains immersed in the innervating winds which surged down from the sacred pinnacle and flowed to all corners of the world. In the myths of the clans who called the Scaled Steppes home, those winds were the very breath of Tainu, goddess of the Eternal Sky and mother of not only the dragons but all that lived on the earth. The Stonefather, Otri, was worshiped in the form of the tallest mountain of the range, called “Pillar of Earth” in the most archaic form of their language because it was said to stand at the center of the world and reach beyond the Blue Sky into the Eternal Sky.
By Chance Jones4 years ago in Fiction
The Smith on the Mountain
There weren’t always dragons in the valley. Nor were there any there now. But for one brief, glorious century, before the dragons vanished from the world, hundreds of dragons called Firetongue Valley their home. Visitors from across the realm journeyed countless miles to gaze upon draconic splendor and avail themselves of draconic wisdom, as carefree dragons danced twirled around the mountains. But those times were gone, and the world had changed much in the centuries that followed. Now those that visited the small, mostly uninhabited valley at the eastern edge of the world came for a different reason: to seek the Smith on the Mountain.
By Ian Ableson4 years ago in Fiction
Valley of Teeth and Flames
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. It used to be a peaceful region. People who lived in the Valley were ordinary folk who were farmers, blacksmiths, stablefolk, and were neatly secluded in this valley with no one intruding. Few know when the village was originally erected, and even the villagers’ records were scarce on its origins. It was located by a river that helped secure its prosperity and was also rich with rare resources most kings would envy over. The Village of the Valley as it was called was a strife-free locale with idyllic fields, woods, and secluded further by a mountainous region that provided a picturesque landscape that painters could come up and paint. The villagers even gave thanks to the mountains during the Season of Harvest for standing over them and protecting them from the dark forces outside.
By Auctor Trevel4 years ago in Fiction
