Fantasy
An Excerpt From Lord Markand’s Histories Of Magick and Strange Events.
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. Grandfather Todd told stories of a time when there were three large villages in the Valley. The old man would sit and mumble to children for hours. He claimed that in those days so many people would come to Festival that you could walk for two hours and still not see the end of the thousand camps. That was before the war with the plains people, Grandfather would tell the stories of the war as well but he had never seen a dragon. He almost never told stories about the plagues which came after the war.
By Carl Ballard Swanson4 years ago in Fiction
Tadres Prologue
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. Midsong Valley, I mean. That is where I live, along with about 2200 other people in the town of Haedleigh. The Valley resides high in the Tauntrie Mountains, the only mountain range in the country of Aleusen. The dragons love it here for the location—high altitudes so it stays cold year round. Since their bodies run hot with the fire in their blood, the brisk air keeps them cool.
By S. M. Risdon4 years ago in Fiction
Chapter 1
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. I don’t know if everyone knows this, but I do. I’ve heard the Old Stories. The stories that are forbidden now. Stories my great grandfather would tell me of when we lived above ground. Stories of adventures in the sun. I believe they’re more than just stories, and that we didn’t always live in the dark. That can only mean one thing, there weren’t always dragons in the Valley.
By Jeffrey Sparks4 years ago in Fiction
The Legend of the five armies
There weren't always dragons in the valley. The people of the isle of Galathay would come to name them the Lohikäärme, a tribute to their Finnish ancestors who would bravely fight in the battle of 811AD. Unfortunately, none would survive such warfare, and the only surviving article of the war between man and beast was the scrolls of the ancients, an archive of information containing every detail of that seen during such violence. In an attempt to secure freedom from such creatures, the five armies of Peridonkle, Hindlegrove, Eruun, Grundlethorpe, and Berrydunne had taken to the valleys of Elderfulder to fight, the valleys of which are still home to many of the beasts of which were not quite dragons and yet, not quite human either. The battle would appear obsolete if not for the scriptures left behind by the former elders.
By Billie Whyte4 years ago in Fiction
War of the Wolven Lord
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. Lord Fenrir and his wolven pack made sure of that. Three summers had slipped by since they had vanished and Fenrir Hall remained empty, while the village had been left to fester and fend for itself. Weeping like a rotten wound.
By Sophie Holcroft4 years ago in Fiction
Deceitful Tidings
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. I spun around. “Who said that!?” No one accompanied me; I was alone with only the shadows of dust flickering against the cavern walls. The voice had resembled that of an Orcish being as depicted in the theatres.
By Gustave Deresse4 years ago in Fiction
Designer Dragons
“There weren't always dragons in the Valley.” The dissonant squawking of seagulls fighting for food drowns out his mother’s voice emanating from his cellular phone. Zavier Mahler knows Hope wants to meet him here today at Leviathan River Valley, yet isn’t really sure why. He’s sitting on a log on the river bank. The air is pleasantly cool on this early June morning. A dark green dragon with a wingspan of forty-one feet flies through the bright light blue sky as Zavier breathes in the summer breeze, feels his lungs expand, and heaves a melancholy sigh. He remembers how his father, Lucien, used to take him here on weekends back when no real dragons were ever seen.
By ANTICHRIST SUPERSTAR4 years ago in Fiction
Dragons and Butterflies
There weren't always dragons in the valley. A valley where ugly fire-flamed dragons roamed deep into the earth, hidden by trees, caves, and scared nature trying to survive. Beautiful butterflies flitted among the flowers, burned to a crisp by the flames.
By Della Lonaker4 years ago in Fiction
Pendragon
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. That’s what Seren’s father said. She was never sure if he was just telling stories, though. It didn’t seem possible that there was a time before the endless trudging across scorched earth, through withered trees and around broken mountaintops, always listening for dreaded wingbeats. Dragons were a fact of life for Seren, and life was cruel.
By Jim Horlock4 years ago in Fiction
Valley of Old Bones
VALLEY OF OLD BONES 1. ‘There weren’t always dragons in the valley. Or giant bats or tarantulas or really huge venom-spitting frogs but in any case if the worst thing in the world happens and you meet one of them or even all of them at the same time or even something we didn’t even know existed then you needn’t worry ‘cos all you have to do is spin round three times and say a magic word or three magic words in a row but one should work if you cross your fingers then if you do that then every evil thing in the world will just shrivel up and die and in any case if you’ve got a spirit guide with you then it’s fine anyway because…’
By Elaine Ruth White4 years ago in Fiction
