Fantasy
Flying Solo
“There weren’t always dragons in the Valley.” The rasping voice drifted into the still night sky, delivering the story they knew so well to the occupants of Oakhollow. They were all seated on worn logs around the large communal fire, gathered in celebration to listen to the old tales. Though the air was chilly, the dancing flames gave off enough heat to warm the whole village - even the bones of the elderly, like the white-haired storyteller of Oakhollow who sat on a gnarled tree stump near the fire.
By Izzy Cracknell4 years ago in Fiction
Black-Stone
Chapter 1: The Dragons Return. “THERE WEREN’T ALWAYS Dragons in The Valley.” I remember my Grandfather saying to me when I was a boy. When I was a boy, like most families in The Valley, we had a family-dragon; ours was called Erin. Like all the children of The Valley, my sister Maria and I attended The Mountain School, which was nestled in the foothills of The Great mountain range. It was very grand and looked much like an old castle, with turrets and large wooden doors. Erin used to fly Maria and me to school in the morning, and collect us after the bell rang in the afternoon.
By Rosco Brain4 years ago in Fiction
Dewi and The Dragons of Pura Beji
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. In fact, there hadn't been any for a long long time until a Chinese tourist climbed into the forbidden inner sanctum of Dewi Kwan Im’s temple (the Chinese call her Kwan Yin), disturbing the goddess and waking the dragon guardians from their long sleep.
By Liz Sinclair4 years ago in Fiction
The Kingdom of Come Again?
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. Nor, for that matter, were there any now. In fact, you could go up to just about any Valley dweller while they were going about on their merry business and ask them: “So, what of these dragons, eh?” And quite likely, they would scratch their nose and respond with something like: “What’s a dragon?” or “Come again, mate?”
By Hans-Manuel de Biekieper4 years ago in Fiction
The real dragons who will judge our stories
"There weren't always dragons in the Valley is what everyone is saying, Tlomeny, who are they getting all this information from, all these stories are making my head spin, is it...."? "Well let me just stop you right there missy. First of all, you all know nothing of dragons. Did you stop to consult a real dragon to get all the facts. Of course not, you all just took it upon your human heads and started spitting out a whole distorted confabulation of misinformation from here there and everywhere, it's enough to give us dragons nightmares for the rest of our lives".
By Novel Allen4 years ago in Fiction
Limitless
“There weren’t always dragons in the valley. The stories of ancient pasts, illustrate how these draconic creatures used to descend from the heavens and gift our realm with shards of magic for hope and prosperity. This magic was always so rare, those who had been imbued with this light were seen as Prophets, they were hailed to the highest power of humanity. As their power grew, so did the civilizations they governed, which eventually turned into Kingdoms. We are now known as the Grand Magi Eledi, and we rule as a “Counsel of Elders”, so to say.
By Calyshia Howes4 years ago in Fiction
Meavan
There weren’t always dragons in the valley. There weren't always witches acting as healers, or city workers making money by burning the dead. There weren’t always demons running our world, but for the last ten years this had been our lives. Ten years ago the demon kings of Erebus rose to take control of Erabores and make it the fifth circle of hell. They brought legions upon legions of demonic beasts bread for war. Our own soldiers, though we were severely outnumbered, rode out to meet them. A fifth of what was sent out returned defeated. So came the crowning of the fifth demonic king, Apollyon.
By C.N. McDonald4 years ago in Fiction
The Demon's Nightmares
Prologue “There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. They were heart stones forged in the fires of Mt. Voldehr. Their scales from the iron smithed by the dwarves. Their teeth and claws with steel sharpened to fines point, deadlier than the blades of our Huntsman. Through the jealousy of his brother and greed for the thrown, a young Prince summoned an enchantress, and a spell was created, giving life to creatures filled with blood lust. Fighting between brothers, a King loved by many, a wise and caring soul with a powerful influence amongst his people. And a Prince bitter and hated with powerful war tactics and brawns of a bear with a craving for blood and violence. Within the year, war waged out amongst the kingdom. Factions formed to defend themselves, and clans went into hiding for fear the dragons would destroy pieces of ancient magic and documents during their rampage.
By Miki Barker4 years ago in Fiction
