Fantasy

Dawn From the Valley of Glass
There weren't always dragons in the valley. Just as there weren't always flowers, There weren't always rivers, There weren't always blankets of parasitic weeds.
By Langley Häftling 4 years ago in Fiction
The Secrets of the Sword
There weren't always dragons in the valley, they swarmed the villages leaving no survivors, only blackened skeletons of what they were. Sometimes if you were lucky, you survived, but most of the villagers were brutally slaughtered. Cil woke up to a deafening roar he shot out of bed and ran to his window. To his dismay he saw flames billowing from the stone thatch houses and people screaming in terror. His door was kicked open and his father rushed to his side “Cil run! Take my sword and my ring go... get out of here! "Cil nodded he was too terrified to speak. He ran out the house rushing through the village and out of the gate, he looked back to get one last glimpse of his father who was fighting one of the dragons then he saw something that chilled his soul. The evil beast spat bright purple flames at his father who in that moment disappeared he craned his neck to see him again but alas he couldn’t, Cil feared the worst, he ran and ran till he was on a hill overlooking the smoke and flames that was all that remained of his village. Tears fell uncontrollably down his face as he watched the fire destroy everything he knew and loved; he sat down on the cold hard ground and began to cry. “What am I going to do now” he thought.
By Gemma Ellithorn 4 years ago in Fiction
Mythano Cycle
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley, but they supposedly came when we needed them in the old days. We shall see if that still holds true. The legends about the protectors of the weak, the bold tribe of naturally armoured warriors are nowadays only talked about by the bards.
By Nick Tarleton4 years ago in Fiction
The Child of Nibiru
Chapter 1 *** At the Land of Nibiru tells the story of a child, who, blindfolded, could see better than others. And no other could tell the story better than I, since long ago, he was my best friend, long ago, when I was also a child.
By Facundo Raganato4 years ago in Fiction
Heart of Fire
Heart of Fire *** Prologue There weren't always dragons in the Valley. Riders rarely come. Yet, the day I met Verlan and his green dragon, was the day I met my fate.
By Facundo Raganato4 years ago in Fiction
Children of the Stone
There weren't always dragons in the Valley, but upon later reflection, Jem would admit that it had been foolish to overlook the sign that there would be one day.
By S. A. Crawford4 years ago in Fiction
Of Kings and Corruption
There weren’t always dragons in the valley, nor was there always a valley. Instead, a giant seated in the heavens reached down and rent a hole in the earth. A giant, Sharir pondered to himself, sitting on the edge of the new valley. No, surely not a giant; a giant could not make a valley over a hundred meters deep, nor could a giant split steel swords in two, rend dragons from the sky, or burn with glory redder than a hundred red suns, he thought.
By Derek4 years ago in Fiction
The Absence of Silence
There weren't always dragons in the valley. It used to be peaceful. Oh, how Kieran missed those days. He used to take walks in the thick fog on particularly cold mornings. He would find a decent rock to sit on and just listen to the air. He used to be able to smell the dew, to sense the slow rhythmic breathing of every tree. He could feel every passing wisp of mist that came his way.
By Hugo Featherswift4 years ago in Fiction
Dragonslayers
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. The Bulwark had held for as long as the people had remembered. Reshavit was a distant kingdom, bordering the wildlands where those loathsome beasts had squatted since the Raging, drawn to the scent of gold and tender flesh as such things are wont to be. But this has changed with their breaching of the walls, and we must move with all haste to seal it.
By Donovan Bottini4 years ago in Fiction
Flames of Vengeance
There weren’t always dragons in the valley. No, there had been generations of humanity who had never seen these winged beasts, who had never laid eyes on their scales or seen the horrors of their fire, breathed the sting of their smoke.
By Bianca Jeanette4 years ago in Fiction
My Dragon
There weren't always dragons in the valley. I remember a time when they were myths and stories I was told as a young girl. About the ruthlessness of the beasts, never get close enough to look one in the eye they said. Of course those were just stories, right? Wrong. I remember the day I first saw one as clear as if it was happening to me now. Running through a field of purple and orange lilacs, my long brown braid blowing in the wind behind me. I was only fifteen years old, not yet working in our small town. Smiling as the sun warmed my face. Until a shadow blocked the sun.
By Stefanie Sullivan4 years ago in Fiction
The Blue Dragon. Runner-Up in The Fantasy Prologue.
Under the falling snow, under his deep blue eyelids, the sleeping Ladrin watched himself running through a shadowy maze of dream and night. The turns ran under him from every direction and he sped through the darkness with a mysterious urgency. He did not know where he was going, but deep in his sleep, he was going very fast. He could see himself from overhead: the lean body, thin and rapid wings, the glints of light from his own eyes trying to see in the dim dreamscape.
By T Gale4 years ago in Fiction