Fantasy
I Should Have Known
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. Sometimes, in the recurring daydream that I'd have— some may have called them episodes— there were big cats. Their giant paws would pad around me as I lay motionless in the forest, and their rough sandpaper growls would lull me back to sleep. Other times, there would be stags. Their magnificent antlers would glow and pulse with different colors every time I saw them, bathing me in blue, pink, orange, red...
By Madi Scruggs4 years ago in Fiction
Dragon's Bane
There weren’t always dragons in the valley. There were myths and legends told around the campfires for hundreds of years, but that was what everyone living in the valley assumed; they were myths and legends. Things changed last fall, first with the mysterious disappearance of half a flock of sheep on the south slope of “the three heroes”, the mountain in the north end of the valley known for its very distinct three snow-capped peaks, which resembled three heads with white helmets. Brother Jerrol, a local monk and sheep herder, stumbled into the village of Merrywind, sobbing and holding a shredded piece of bloody wool and skin, and fell down in the center square. His normally clean brown tunic was rumpled and caked with mud, the knotted rope that served as his belt missing. White whisps of hair hung loosely from under his monks-cap, the thin round cloth askew on the top of his head. His eyes were wild, peering all around the town square, then down at the bloody skin. He screamed and buried his face in the dirt. Town folk quickly surrounded him and helped him to his feet.
By Roger Stefani4 years ago in Fiction
Brave New Sky
There weren’t always dragons in the valley. Once we farmed this land. We loved and nurtured it. When it was scorched it was because of natural disasters not because of rage. I felt my chest swell with anger as I crouched behind the stony outcropping watching the sky for the tell tale sign of danger. Of aggression. Of suppression.
By Margaret Maxfield4 years ago in Fiction
The Wood Dragon
Prologue Fantasy Challenge There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. They were there now. She could feel them. It made no sense to Caitir that she was the only one. Their breath vibrated in her dreams at night, from the safe confines of the crannog. There was a hum in the Valley that, if the old stories were true, hadn’t been heard for eons. To deny it was tearing her apart.
By ClaireJulia4 years ago in Fiction
Valley of the Dragons
Art by Roel Wielinga "There weren't always dragons in The Valley. There was a time, so they say, when the first families settled here, when the valley was safe, fertile and families grew into tribes. For the most part there was peace. Swords and knives were used only to slaughter pigs and cattle, for weapons were forbidden. The sages told us that far, far back weapons had become so advanced that humankind almost destroyed themselves and the world we live in.
By Mark Newell4 years ago in Fiction
Peasant's Luck
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. On the same fateful day that the dragons arrived, the forces of darkness were defeated and true light broke out across the land. Fuelled by a righteous need for vengeance; dragonfire and magic were used to shatter ensorcelled defences that no mere mortals could penetrate, and the Lord of Darkness Nazh’ruuk fled as his power was broken and armies destroyed. A great flight of dragons heralded the new age, roaring and breathing fire into the sky as they perched on the battlements of the liberated Sentinel Castle.
By Marcus Rockstrom4 years ago in Fiction
