Fantasy
Dragons in Gausus Valley
There weren’t always dragons in the valley. Hundreds of years ago there had been peace and quiet interrupted by wildlife that existed only in balance. But—you can’t tell a good story about a boring and peaceful valley where every creature is happy and only good things happen. Where is the fun in that? You need adventure and action and screaming!
By Marla Cheldelin4 years ago in Fiction
Hunter's Folly
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. Their homes are in high mountain caves, far from the reach of any creature travelling on foot. On warm spring and summer days, not a sign of scale or snout can be spotted in the thick green forests of the valley floor. The best time to find them there is late autumn through the heart of winter, when the chill forces their usual prey into warmer boroughs. The great lizards can be found nosing into hollow trees and underground dens all across the snowy landscape. Accustomed to being the hunters, not the hunted, it is not difficult at all to catch one of them unaware. The real trick, Peter knows, is killing one before it has a chance to turn its teeth and claws to the fight. Novice hunters rarely survive more than a few seasons if they don't learn that vital little skill. Peter learned it at his uncle's elbow as a boy, and has been a drake hunter for decades now. Edward, on the other hand...
By E. A. Reece4 years ago in Fiction
Dance of the Blades
The boy deflected the strike and pirouetted, striking his assailant on the back. He took his stance once more and deflected another strike, then another. Aurelius Ambrosius was merely fourteen years of age, and yet he was learning the dance of the blade. Seo Mordrel grinned at his pupil.
By Ethan H. Gaines4 years ago in Fiction
The Wanderings of Gwen Crossing
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. The Peony Valley was not a pulled-together city of any stripe at the time, it was a wild and verdant land rich with rubyfruit and the titular fluffy flower that grew well under the shared stewardship of different nomad clans.
By Chris Revelle4 years ago in Fiction
The Wood Dragon
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 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
The Land of Dragons
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley, or anywhere else for that matter. Up until today dragons were only a myth; a legend, fantasy creatures that were commonly overused in fantasy stories. Although Evelyn was hard-pressed to find anyone who remembered that version of yesterday, a yesterday with no hint of dragons existing outside of imagination.
By Anna Daniels4 years ago in Fiction
The Emerald Isles
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. They'd just shown up. No one knew what forced (supposedly?) their migration West but slowly they arrived. They'd abandoned their native homes rumoured to be atop unfathomable peaks in places rarely seen outside of a web search and settled in the mountains and forests of North America. And the humans did as humans do. First there was fear, then there was aggression, then curiosity, then cautious study and finally meandering acceptance. Now dragons were simply there. As if they'd always been, just like our powers. I suppose to an alien it might be impressive that my mom would levitate me out of bed when I was late but I'm sure they'd could do much more impressive things.
By J.A. Black 4 years ago in Fiction
Faylen's Lost Company
I watched silently as a man dressed from head to toe in black, only a few bits of silver gleamed in the light on his low brimmed hat and buckle. I could barely make out his slender rugged yet handsome face, but his gleaming dark eyes darted this way and that as if he was searching for someone. They landed on me and I had to look away. His gaze was so intense and wild. I felt like his prey in some odd way. Maybe I was overthinking things a bit. I am not anyone’s prey, or victim, or anything like that. I refuse to go through that again. I tucked a strand of my deep auburn hair behind my ear, turning back to the bartender, figuring it was safer to not continue watching the shadow man behind me.
By Lisa Staires4 years ago in Fiction
A Fool's Errand
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. However after the Source was uncovered they materialized from various elements and terrains. Along with the scaly creatures, magic came into the world. When precious metals became scarce, many kingdoms made tenuous agreements of peace. They would rather work together, however little they enjoyed it, rather than seeing their kingdoms fall to poverty. In their digging for metal they found what is now called the Source, a giant opal buried far beneath the surface of the earth, right in the middle of the Valley. Further digging around the Source revealed caves that held mass tombs and etchings on the walls depicting humanoid figures shooting fire and lighting from their hands, seemingly calling rain down from the sky, raising plants from the ground, and changing their physical appearance to gain muscle mass. At the time it was considered the creation story of some previously undiscovered ancient civilization, that is, until a year later, when what was depicted on those walls began to happen to citizens all over the Realm.
By Donny Foley4 years ago in Fiction
