Fantasy

The Myth of Erodi and Yolem
“There weren’t always dragons in the Valley,” she exclaimed as the wind rushed through her long golden hair, “They came after The Battle of Curado. So helpful, aren’t they?”
By KB4 years ago in Fiction
Immortal Dragon
There weren't always dragons in the valley of Kai, once home to a lineage of ancient gods thousands of years ago. It was a peaceful era, a golden age like no other. The gods, also known as advanced extra-terrestrial beings, lived in harmony and protected the sacred energy of the land with abilities that far surpass mere mortals, and yet, it is them that are responsible for the creation of mortal man. It is the gods whom thought of man, and man was created in their image and likeness, thus began the origin of mankind.
By Jalen Thomas4 years ago in Fiction
War
There weren't always dragons in the Valley, in the days before the great transition they lived in the hills on the far side of Everlyn. When the Northern Tribes broke the seal to the abandoned Fortress of the Magi, the dragons fled to the Valley. Now, with the knowledge and power of the Magi’s black magic, the Northern Tribes are at war with each other, with the victor planning war on all of the other tribes in the land believing that victory will be an absolute certainty.
By Kim Poole4 years ago in Fiction
Hidden Paradise, part one
There weren't always dragons in the valley. But that is why our nest was drawn to it. For many years, we had been fighting another nest far away. They had invaded our territory, taking most of the females back to their territory.
By Amethyst Champagne4 years ago in Fiction
A New Winter
“There weren’t always dragons in the Valley.” The old man closed his eyes while he spoke, and the children listened intently. This was the one night of the year when curfews were extended, when mothers and fathers allowed their children out after dark. But the night was winding to a close. And it always ended here, circled up around a fire, with the Telling.
By Benjamin Echard4 years ago in Fiction
The Blessing of the Dragons
The Valley, 75th Year of the Dragons “There weren’t always dragons in the Valley,” Dierdre said, rocking in rhythm with her handwork. “In those days, the Valley enjoyed peace, but not prosperity.”
By Rana K. Williamson4 years ago in Fiction
The siege of the mountain kingdom of Teramere.
There weren’t always dragons in the valley or in the heart of the mountain, but the days had grown dark as our king fell to madness, and a shadow lingered in the hearts of all mortal races. We, the dwarves that once ruled over the mountain now overruled by the draconian dictate of our oppressors. The days were bright, but felt as dark as the deepest shroud of night that ensnared and permeated our senses with fear, without a cloud or gray overcast over the heavens. The sounds within the night itself almost amplified by the rush of fear, with the scent of death almost lurking in the winds that eerily glided among the branches of the trees, near the edge of the mountain. The mountain that we once called, our home.
By Jordan Zuniga4 years ago in Fiction
The Furry Scythe
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. The Valley is a collection of woods that used to be home to the lost spirits and the people who were below poor. The truth of the small statement burns my heart deeply, even greater than the idea that I'm orphaned. Dragons were never meant to exist amongst humans, this placement I believe must've been an accident in the celestial realm. If only I could discover at least my parents, then I would feel somewhat welcome in this accursed realm.
By Daveen Éveline 4 years ago in Fiction
Experiment 3798
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. Of course, not a literal valley. The ever so popular city of Circa Valley. ‘Once upon a time’, there was a boy as happy as can be. People called him [NAME CLASSIFIED] and he had one goal set for his tiny 6 year old brain, to find a dragon. I know it’s not much of a story yet, so, I’ll try to be more professional. Sorry, I will try. I guess I should start over then.
By Kimiko Bearde-Xisin4 years ago in Fiction
Dragons Infernal
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. I was the first. Five hundred years have passed since that blasted god, Hermes, kidnapped me from my mountain stronghold and brought me to this rust-colored dust bowl in the Underworld.
By Alex Hayes4 years ago in Fiction
River of Dragons
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. For many years, the history books said, the only wings above the Valley were birds and bats, and the most dangerous animal in the Valley was a mother grizzly bear.
By Kenna MacAsmonde4 years ago in Fiction
Beyond the Bones of Verateus
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. Ripp's dying words were sent forth like dust upon the wind. I watched as the pouch of gizzard gems upon his chest was slowly freed of his hold, then liberated evermore. But before I could bring myself to retrieve it, I was overcome by a flood of tears, and could do nothing but lay my head down beside it, and weep.
By Ad-Libbing With The Z-Man4 years ago in Fiction