Fantasy
Descendants of Fire
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. But that would change. In a few hours they would stream from their mountain purchases and descend upon the villages. Their wings would block the stars, their rage the only company in the cold night. They would light the black skies with blazing fires, show no mercy to the Humans who raided these lands, killed their kind, and stole their home. They would take back what was theirs.
By C. E. Miller4 years ago in Fiction
A Dragon's Choice
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. But there have always been dragon eggs. Hundreds of them. All the dragon eggs in the world in fact fill the valley of our little island, more dish-like than is traditional. It's as if one of the gods reached his hands into the ocean to cleanse his face, only the water never returned. Leaving this nationless place instead, Dragon's Isle.
By Jennifer Ogden4 years ago in Fiction
Vanya and the Dragon King
Chapter One: The Woman “There weren’t always dragons in the valley…” the familiar voice trails off into the distance as I soar through the sky. I feel weightless looking down upon the valley below. Vast green hills covered in yellow and purple wildflowers, wild horses galloping beside the river and a brilliant forest surrounding the valley. Why do I feel as though I have been here before?
By Moriah Hubbard4 years ago in Fiction
The Black Dragon of Astria
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. A fissure cracked the valley-wide open, and dragons soared out into the open sky; they were spread across the land of Astria, and humanity was given magical powers representing the colors of the dragons. People found new ways to live in Astria with their newfound gift from the dragons, and while there was for a time of wonder in curiosity, unfortunately, the land of Astria found itself in a long war called the Prismatic War. “Why is it called the Prismatic War,” a young boy asked. “Yeah, why not the Astria War” a young girl echoed. “Well, young masters, the war was between many mages that represented the colors of the dragons; now, will you let me continue the story, young masters?” the older man explained. “Alright,” both children sighed. Many lives were lost during the Prismatic War. Still, four heroes rose from the battlefield, each representing a color during the war. Their names are Hayden Azure, the blue mage, Rae Oran, the green mage, and your father, Godfrey Aidan. As the elderly man is about to say the last name, a person enters the room in full knights armor, but it wasn’t just regular knights armor; it was knights armor imbued with red dragon scales from head to toe with a red dragon head as a crest on the shoulder plates and chest of the armor. The knight walks forward, removes his helmet to show his face, kneels, and says, “Robert, Isabel, your father is home” both children run up to embrace their father. The elderly man stands and bows, “I hope your meeting with the other kingdoms went well, my lord” the elderly man says, “Ah yes, It went as well as I expected, Galwell,” Godfrey says, hinting that the talks between the other kingdoms haven’t gone anywhere in quite a long time “Father elder Galwell was telling us the story of how dragons came to Astria nad how you were apart of it!” Robert says with excitement in his voice. “Oh, he was well, let me get out of this armor, and I will take you to the throne room to finish this story.” With a snap of his fingers, flames erupt below and dissipate in seconds. Godfrey went from wearing his armor to a comfortable red and gold tunic with his creat over his heart and a long red cloak with gold trims. “Alright, with that done, let us go, my children.” they start to walk down to the throne room others who work in the castle bow in the presence of their king. They stand at attention and salute the maids, bow their heads, and admire the Godfrey not only because he is a pretty handsome man standing tall with long brown hair and dark brown eyes with a body that seems like it was sculpted by the gods, but not only did they admire him but they were jealous of the queen for being married to him. The throne room is massive; not only at the head is the king and queen’s throne made with red dragon scales, but there was enough room to comfortably fit the other kingdom’s royal company. “Alright, we are here, and there is where we finish our tale.” Godfrey points to a large stone tablet with a carved-out picture of him and the other two heroes with shiny gemstones, one blue, one red, and one green. “Wow, Father, I didn’t know you were in the center?” Robert looks in awe at the stone tablet. “So this sire is this what you and the other kingdoms agreed about” Galwell looks at him, knowing he had to do a lot of convincing to not only put himself in the center but also have the old tablet be on his throne room instead of the others “Hmmm oh yes well I couldn’t let this piece of history go to a museum I rather have it here.” Godfre,y says, “Father, what are those Dragons behind you and the heroes?” Isabell asks, “Oh well, those were the dragons that entrusted us with their strength, and we could end the war with that strength.” then, outside the window, a loud roar echoes outside. “Was that?” Robert runs to the window and looks all around, looking for what made that sound. “Here he comes, children; you might want to stand back a bit” Godfrey snaps his fingers, and the roof of the throne dissipates in flames, and a giant red dragon descend into the throne and lands in front of Godfrey. “Hello, old friend.” the Dragon pushes his head into the hand, and a voice echoes in Godfrey’s head. “Hello Godfrey, good to see you as well, friend.” the Dragon speaks to him telepathically. Robert and Isabell hide behind the chair cause they have never seen a dragon so up close, only in books. “Come over; he won’t eat you; he’s a friend.” Godfrey waves them to come over. Robert and Isabell walk cautiously to the Dragon, reaching their hands and touching his nose. “They were much smaller last time I saw them.” the Dragon tells Godfrey. “Well, they grow up fast.” Godfrey says aloud, “Can he talk, Father?” Robert asks, “Yes, they can but only with the one they trust their power and knowledge to... Where are my manners? Let me introduce you two to Azolla, one of three dragons that helped us win the war.” Azolla spread his wings wide and raised his head, and roared. Both kids looked up in awe. A beautiful woman came into the throne room wearing a long red dress decorated with scales and fire and a Godfrey family crest on her right shoulder. “I knew I heard Azolla roar from outside,” the woman says. “Ah, and there’s my beautiful wife, Queen Susanna!” Godfrey walks to her and embraces her. “Ah, I see you negotiated to get the stone tablet here …. And did you also get that statue at the bottom of the tablet?” she points to a statue that no one seemed to notice until now. It’s an obsidian statue of a man in full black armor standing up and holding a claymore over his shoulder. While everyone else looks in confusion, Godfrey and Galwell look in surprise. “This is a statue of a man tempted by dark magic from a black dragon. We defeated him after the war when we finally had peace, but he wanted more” Godfrey walks up to the statue and looks at it, and his eyes ignite red with fire. “Well, I don’t know where they got this from, but we don’t need it here, Azolla, destroy this statue!” Azolla’s chest glows as he reels back and blows a beam of fire straight at the statue, engulfing it in flames. Initially, the statue would be melting down, but it seems it’s absorbing the flames into it. “Azolla, stop!” Godfrey raises his hand and notices the statue doesn’t even have a scratch. Still, then all of a sudden, the statue begins to crack and pules with purple light as if something is beginning to break free. Then in a blink of an eye, the statue glows bright and bursts into an explosion that breaks the windows of the throne room. From the center of the explosion, a man falls out as if he had been in there for many years. Then he rises to his feet and looks around. “Ah, I know where I am, Godfrey Castel. I wonder how I got there, though?” the man says, curious, looking around the room. “Father, the evil man, came out of the statue,” Robert points towards the man “Evil man? I’m not surprised I guess the victor truly wrote history, eh Godfrey”.
By Bakeer S Abdul4 years ago in Fiction
Demon Heart
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. Countless abominations have scoured what is now known as the Crimson Scar. The Scar is deep and blanketed in a vast forest. It is said the archangel Ouriel could no longer allow Hell to run rampant in the world of Vaross. So she plunged her spear so deep into the earth it pierced Hell itself. While the nightmares of Hell could trickle into the world, so too could Varossians now invade Hell. Where such monsters prowled, so too must hunters rise to meet them. So, the men and women of Vaross hunted and adapted to whatever horrors Hell spit out, claiming the Hearts of their prey. So much blood has been spilled over the years, that the Scar itself now thrives on it, harboring a desperate and insatiable hunger for more.
By Clayton Moyer4 years ago in Fiction
The Dragon Council
There weren’t always dragons in the valley. Six months ago it had been a peaceful place full of farms, livestock and vineyards, where children played in the local village streets and the small river that ran its length from the mountains down to the sea, brought a steady supply of goods and people up from the larger cities along the coast.
By Ian Cameron 4 years ago in Fiction
The Calling
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. But as their scales were the only material powerful enough to withstand the onslaught of hail that was not water, not ice, but literal diamonds, how they arrived and why they agreed to help mattered very little to my people.
By Mary Neville4 years ago in Fiction
Ferrin's Lair
There weren’t always dragons in the valley. Ferrin crouched behind the decaying ruins of what she assumed had once been a city's worth of human made buildings. As she did so, she observed the dragons, now flourishing in the once human dominated area, going about their business. Fear and curiosity mingled with a reluctant hope that the tales of the valley dragons may yet prove to be true.
By JoLee Tarkon 4 years ago in Fiction
Dragons in the valley
There weren’t always dragon in the valley. It was just a musical place filled with hummingbirds chirping, parrots singing, bees zzzzing , butterflies swarming around us 4 siblings. Me, Kathering, Caterina, and Cody. It’s the spirit of our father in those butterflies. What I would do to get his warmth and laughter. The wind blowing daisies through my hair.
By Nicole Clark4 years ago in Fiction
Fierce Beginnings
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. In fact, there weren’t even usually dragons in the Valley. Dragons preferred the water where they were akin to gods. On land, they were mere demigods, forced to make do with the pitiful food options available in this realm. On any other day, they wouldn’t have paid me much mind. Scrawny wizards were not their ideal meal, but this was not a typical day in the Realm of Elements. Edible, lone wizards did not usually traipse around outside their protective wards, fully visible, and loud as they please. If I had adopted that level of stupidity early on, I never would have survived exile for the last thirty years. Well, almost thirty years. In one week it would be my thirtieth anniversary of exile. Mazel tov.
By Ashley Schweitzer4 years ago in Fiction
They Have Returned
There weren't always dragons in the valley. The place that's been my home ever since I was a child. Life was predictable; things were boring and safe. People grew up, got married, and had kids. A life that seemed to be planned out for generations. Until the day they showed up and burned everything to the ground. No one knows where they came from, and honestly I don't care. People kept saying it was God, and that was how he was finally punishing us, for everything man kind did against him. Can you tell I grew up in a small religious town? I cant accept that though, what God would punish us like this? No. I think that they were here long before we were, and for whatever reason they had disappeared. But know they're back, to reclaim what was always theirs. To burn our world to the ground and start anew.
By Andreo Avina4 years ago in Fiction
