Fantasy
Dragon Onslaught
"There weren’t always dragons in the valley, said Jaurus, the seasoned Guardian, looking absently at his mead cup while playing with his long black braid. In fact, it's said that, many cycles ago, we humans were the masters of our domain and our destiny." Rookie Guardian Hope had heard the story before, of course, but she still enjoyed hearing about the legends of old and listened intently to the tale told by her mentor.
By Miguel Gagné4 years ago in Fiction
The Sacred Valley
There weren't always dragons in the valley. When humans first arrived centuries ago, there were gods. Beings of unbelievable beauty, whose skin shimmered in the moonlight, whose eyes glinted as the stars, and whose voices rang out as choruses that caused all of creation to dance. Such splendor and power were theirs that none could think to behold them or enter their graces. And yet it came to be that as humans spread across the world, over hill and dale, across verdant fields and swift rivers, that they wandered into the Valley of the Gods.
By Liam Maher4 years ago in Fiction
Beyond Tillersgate
There weren’t always dragons in the valley. And, in the North, their presence was still absent. The North had no legends of dragons, no tale was told of them. No farmer had ever looked up at the night sky and seen one cross the moon. Grandmother’s never warned the young of them or told harrowing tales of loved ones sacrificed to keep a dragon at bay. No, dragons simply just did not exist in the North. It was doubtful they ever would.
By Rachael Bazley 4 years ago in Fiction
We All Suffer
“There weren’t always dragons in the Valley.” These words sufficed for Elidan to regret asking the decrepit old lady. Old people always answer with too much context, thought Elidan. He had only wanted to know if the rumors were true, but he would have to listen to the hag’s story if he wanted to have an answer. If I even get an answer. I’m sure she already forgot the question. He was already making a tremendous effort not to roll his eyes. If it turned out that all of this was in vain, he would scream.
By Sébastien Lavoie4 years ago in Fiction
Scales Form The Story
“There weren’t always dragons in the valley…” I tuned out the audio book the teacher was determined to make us listen to. I had heard the short story for years; it was a repetitive hassle at this point just for the English grade. Taking a look around the classroom I saw the teacher had her head in the book as well. My inner me grinned with a devious glint as I popped an earbud in under my mass of hair. Looking at my phone on the sly, I noticed my girlfriend had shot me a text. Checking to make sure I still had clearance, I responded really quick and opened a music app.
By Bianca Hubbard4 years ago in Fiction
Here there be Dragons
There weren’t always dragons in the valley, but that was before my uncle disappeared, then all things changed. What I had always believed to be myths became reality. I am getting ahead of myself though. I cannot start in the middle of the story; you would get as lost as I was. No, to know what became of the Blue Valley, and my uncle, I must take you back to the beginning.
By Craig Watson4 years ago in Fiction
Through the Valley of Glass
“There weren’t always dragons in the Valley.” The opening to Lyanne’s script never sat right with her. She was tired of hearing it after reciting the line over and over, but it never failed to grab the attention of each new audience—not that they had much to look at, given their pitch-black surroundings.
By M. J. Northwood4 years ago in Fiction
The Last and First
“There weren’t always dragons in the valley,” was how he’d usually start, and everyone in the longhouse would settle down to listen to a story. That was the signal. Then Symes would rattle his way through an old tale, often about how the old tribes used to live in the vale or about the long diaspora to the scrublands. Sometimes, once in a while, he’d tell a story about the dragons.
By Grantt Ennis4 years ago in Fiction
Veransturm
There weren’t always dragons in the valley. But the people of the valley had dealt with them for so long it was the only life they knew. No one knew why the dragons had made the valley their home or why they decided to lay waste to everything they set their sharp eyes upon. Miraculously, the neighboring kingdoms and cities had been left alone, adding another mystery to the dragons’ ambitions.
By Murry Haithcock4 years ago in Fiction
Dragon Valley
There never used to be dragons in the valley. Not real ones, anyway. There still aren’t. Just don’t let those idiots who decided they wanted to take over and call themselves dragons hear you say that. Since they moved in and declared themselves The Dragons of Dragon Valley, they will beat anyone who says they are not to unconsciousness. Not enough to reduce their ability to work, just enough that people have stopped pointing out the obvious discrepancies.
By Karen Dwyer4 years ago in Fiction
