Fantasy
Prilfazar's Fate
There weren’t always dragons in the valley. Rather, there weren’t always valleys in the dragon. Our land is as cruel a beast as any average dragon... just how in its valleys, where dark dark pasts creep around. Ones that thrash around in the night like hungry bats, that hide under overturned stones, right in plain sight. A past that gauges deep cuts into the present and into the future, widening its gushing valleys.
By Grayden McIntyre4 years ago in Fiction
The Valley of Shadow and Fire
There weren’t always dragons in The Valley, there weren’t always demons either… Unfortunately, The Valley was never green or lush, never bountiful nor verdant. It never proffered life or abundance. However, it was never desolate either. This was the perfectly imperfect sanctuary for the damned. It was the harmony in the discord of the vast ocean that was the world. Admittedly it was strenuous, but it was there, there is an honour amongst thieves after all. Across the vast canyon narrow settlements were forged around the constant flow of trade routes connecting greater lands of greater abundance where gold glistened and fabrics flowed. The Valley was home to few, far fewer than the droves of men that they welcomed and the few that were brave enough to call them home were often those who were lost. Some say the lost could find a home here, the home that is the rock, resilient against the churning tide of trade and money, lust and fortune. The rock that most wary merchants tried their utmost to ignore or avoid for fear of running aground and drowning in the debauchery.
By D. J. Bond4 years ago in Fiction
The Madness of Valatriste
Chapter 1 There weren't always dragons in the Valley. The small, scaly creatures could only be found in the spring and summer, when the ring-shadows drifted northward, taking the twilight haze of winter with them. But in Morghe, at the mouth of the Frissium Bay, one could always find a small dragon, and his name was Tiberre.
By Roberto Calas4 years ago in Fiction
What was left in the Valley
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. Once they never used to come to the mainland at all. They lived on the Lourlan islands feasting on what they could find on the rocky cliffs and diving to the depths of the ocean for more. At that distance they would have looked like small birds dancing on the horizon.
By Cameron Scott4 years ago in Fiction
I will be the apocalypse.
“There weren’t always dragons in the valley. It was quiet, still, a small world. But they will come, as sure as the sun will rise, they will come on wings of black and scales of iron. Their breath will turn our castles of sand to glass, our homes to ash, our people to char. They will come because they must; heralds of the end of time, of the cycle; of death by fire and rebirth from the ashes. As it has been before, so shall it be again.”
By Holden Marx4 years ago in Fiction
