Fantasy
Mors Draconis
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. Thelonious' thoughts are drifting off again as his aged boat gently rocks on the cool lake waves. The warmth of the spring sun is caressing his flushed cheeks as the mist coming off the body of the crisp water offers a refreshing chill upon his face. The more his mind stays stagnant on the recently accepted creatures, the more his frustration grows; his internal thoughts increasingly contradicting his external surroundings that are dressed in nothing but the beauty of nature.
By Marisa Gomez4 years ago in Fiction
Valley of the Beasts
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. The humans would never suspect it, but the Beast Clans knew they'd come. Silicon Valley was, after all, the global center for innovation, and destined to become a gold mine as the world leaped toward the new. The human need for attention and entertainment met the latest technological treasure trove. Beast Clans created a hoard of wealth that was never before imagined in the minerals of computer chips and 20th century transistors. It was only a matter of time before the Dragon Lords jumped on board.
By Andrea Standby4 years ago in Fiction
The Fate of Priora
There weren't always dragons in the valley. Thoughts of magical beasts and heroic figures had long been the fancies of the young, but the world had tasted war, and the once quiet and peaceful valley had become a battlefield for heroes to rise. Time had passed since the flight of the last dragon, the physical scars had healed, but the insidious venom of the dragon’s fall seeped through the veins of the kingdom of Antia, flushing its golden blood and replacing it with the fetid ichor of starvation and greed. Were there still heroes to fight the phantoms and fairies that infected the land or had all the heroes succumb to the seductive lure of conquest? A changing wind filled the trees and fields, but what change would it bring, only the Weaver could say.
By David Angell4 years ago in Fiction
The Tuléan Chronicles
Chapter 1 There weren't always dragons in the Valley of Sparkling Waters on the planet of Tulé. There was a time, before their arrival through the portal, which had been peaceful. The Valley of Sparkling Waters, located within the country of Lákentash, was called the most beautiful land in all of Tulé. This valley was known not just for its rare beauty, but also for the water’s healing powers. Although Lákentash had many rivers, lakes, and waterfalls amidst its mountains, hills, and valleys, only one valley contained the famous sparkling waters that healed all wounds and illnesses. Oh, how those waters glistened in the sunlight, and at night, the lakes shone like the stars. As if someone had plucked the very lights from the heavens and poured them into the waters of that valley’s lakes.
By Crissy B Pierce, RN, CLNC, BA4 years ago in Fiction
The Dragon Plague
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. A long time ago, dragons were few and far between, hiding in caves and on mountaintops where they kept their hoards. Everyone lived in the Valley together, where they were safely surrounded by tall, sharply pointed mountains that caught the clouds and kept the Valley lush and full of life. The edges of the mountains were rich with minerals, the rivers were full of fish, and deer grazed in the meadows. The people of the Valley had everything they needed, and lived peacefully with one another.
By Tristin Roholt4 years ago in Fiction
Holding Ground - Prologue
There weren't always dragons in the valley. Like many other creatures associated with magic and those who practiced it, dragons tended to cluster around Enclaves, where they were treated with more respect than fear, and everything was reasonably fireproof. Some of them had followed the young Beastmaster, Kirios, to their new home, even though the derilict castle had a long way to go before it was a functional Enclave.
By Natasja Rose4 years ago in Fiction
The Dragons War
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley, and soon it will be that way again. The fifty year war for our Valley was promised to end soon. King Orhan said that our homes would be taken back, that the dragons who were tearing apart our village would be purged. I clung to that promise like a security blanket throughout training. I think many of us did. The thought of sleeping in warm comfortable beds instead of disheveled, worn-out tents. Freshly cooked meals, not month old bread. That dream, that promise, kept us going, kept us on our march forward.
By Shelby Brown4 years ago in Fiction
The Children of Iron and Earth
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. There were times - sometimes entire months - when you could safely make the crossing without seeing a single one of them. There were times when the road through the Valley would be filled with merchants and travelers, and you could forget that it was dangerous. And yet, a voice whispered into the corner of my mind, scraping and clawing its way deeper, and yet...
By Katie Buitendyk4 years ago in Fiction
Chronicles of the Golden Dragon
There weren’t always dragons in the valley. However, after heavy rainfalls, the raging river that bisected the jungle would surge up its banks, and huge blue ones, covered snout-to-tail in lapis-lazuli scales that glimmered with an oily sheen, would fly in from the north and congregate at the rusting ruins perched over the roiling torrent. When the river ran swiftly enough the ancient structure would glow with mysterious lights and hum and crackle from within. This was clearly what drew the dragons, and so Zoe’s people were fearful of storms. When the ruins glowed, The Mouth of the Mountain, deep within the cave they called home, would open and lightning-like arcs in its maw would spark over the bones of all those who had been foolish enough to venture within.
By J. Otis Haas4 years ago in Fiction
Sympathy for a Dragon
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. The elder folk remember a time when spotting a dragon was rarer than an albino crocodile creeping in Perth Marsh (which is rare, but not too) or apples bursting into flames on the branches where they hang because Dan was displeased (which is super rare, but does happen). Yes, there was a time before dragons menaced the Valley of Mannaz. But that was yore, and this is now.
By Tony Marsh4 years ago in Fiction
