Fantasy
The Summershine Operation
Heroes of The Five Kingdoms: Book One Chapter 1 The Summershine Operation There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. After the dragon civil war, most drakes had migrated far to their southern breeding grounds to replenish their ranks. Dragon eggs take 100 years to hatch, so no one expected to see another dragon for the rest of their lives. Still, some remained in self-imposed exile in the swamps and mountains of the Five Kingdoms. Disgraced by the actions of their race, they no longer wished to take part in the effort to repopulate. Then came the bad star. It fell from the heavens 45 years after the dragons departed and fell into the tumultuous waters of the Jagged Sea, which bordered the largest of the dragon nesting grounds. The impact could be seen all across the Five Kingdoms. It was believed the dragons had been wiped out. That was 250 years ago. But now the dragons have returned. Creeping up from the South, they’ve been reclaiming their old territory, displacing anyone who had since taken up residence. Their latest conquest was the Summershine Valley, a verdant home to many elven and human farmers and artisans. It is here that the Lord of Skyhold has dispatched a company of dwarves to investigate the cause of this sudden resurgence and reclaim this valley for the Five Kingdoms.
By J. Daniels4 years ago in Fiction
Forgotten Wings
Forgotten Wings There weren’t always dragons in the valley. Nor was there this new dry ecology on the floor between the great peaks that ring the Sage Mountain Caldera. Or the hard reset economy of a once floundering fishing village and the tenuous peace between the old industry and the new steel-glass houses. It’s hard to say which brought more change on its heels, the arrival of the dragons or the aftermath of their battles.
By Andrew Rockman4 years ago in Fiction
The Speaking Sapphire
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. Centuries ago; before the arrival of those monstrous behemoths. There was an empire. An empire so vast, that it covered the entire continent. At its center was the great city of Olith. A holy land and the jewel of the continent. The land was ruled by a monarch located within the fortified walls of Olith. The mountainous terrain further added to the security of the valley. The continent was protected by Rorvik. The only city that used democracy as its form of government. Rorvik’s military was unmatched by any of the other territories within the continent.
By Harjot Chana4 years ago in Fiction
Ah-cwuti's reign
weren’t always dragons in the valley. There wasn’t always a valley. Hogoroth was once a grand capital. The seat of the largest kingdom in all of Adria. Traders from as far east as Ro I Dan and performers as far south as Polarin voyaged thousands of miles to ply their trade in its borders. One of the few kingdoms allied with most of their neighbors, king Ah-Cwuti Hogorah was known as a shrewd but kind patriarch. The jewel of Adria once sat in a mineral rich but unstable feudal warlord overseen land until Bo-Rinsia Hogorah, through both bloodshed and alliances, united most of the territory under a single powThereerful banner. Even the Qwima islands to the very west sent emissaries to pledge fealty to the new king. The Provinces to the north, arid and dry but rich in a substance important to the machina driven countries of Okrod and Noreat. The winding rivers and inlets through the center Borto region created almost perfect conditions for agriculture. Even the South, once known as a mountainous almost inhospitable region, became a hub for tourism and entertainment as careful and creative bureaucracy enticed many an entrepreneur to its reaches. Even Magaleth was moved to outlaw chattel slavery, though pockets still remained even to the kingdoms end.
By D.L Haustinwood4 years ago in Fiction
FEARS TO SLAY
There weren't always dragons in the valley. They only come when there is great need and humans don't always know what they need or want what they need. And dragons, though from a distance can be quite enchanting, up close are absolutely terrifying. They were too beautiful to destroy but too dangerous to live with.
By Jeffery Shirley4 years ago in Fiction
Sham
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. There used to just be your usual evils: Bandits, Giant Rats, and the Government. Then one day, poor Mathenial looked up from tending his hogs to see a few dark shapes descending from the peaks of the Anderlas. He was the stubborn, steadfast sort. “Former adventurer” he used to claim, and yet there was nothing he could do but watch as his sheep, his possessions, his land, were taken from before his very eyes. Many a night, we would hear him over at the only sturdy table of the ‘Ol Direboar, sober as an uptight priest. “Can’t even afford to drink anymore” he would say, hoping for a sympathetic ear. “Can barely afford to apprentice my son off with this new job”.
By Isaac Greenwood4 years ago in Fiction
Our Third Eye
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. There was never that continual fear of the shadows, or of the beasts lurking in them. The now familiar cold shiver that ran down your spine when they neared, making your hair stand. Your body tense, your eyes on alert. Long before, The darkness was a blessed thing. It bestowed upon us the ability to dream and imagine. Suns and galaxies abound in an infinite sea of night. A universe that exists in between reality and fantasy. Now, before going to bed, we light a fire in the hopes that the creatures of the night don't deprive us of our tomorrow.
By Sofia Serrano4 years ago in Fiction
