Fantasy
The Absurdity of Dragons
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. That would be absurd. The Valley was full of knights. Everyone knows dragons detest knights—something to do with their habit of barging into lairs, brandishing swords, and bellowing things like, "You vile creature!” or, "Horrid beast, meet my blade!”
By Katey Ferreira4 years ago in Fiction
The Curse of the Dragon's Tail Commet
“There weren’t always dragons in the Valley.” King Rain angrily growled to the assembled kings of both men and elves while the three Darient chieftains-also known as demons-watched the proceedings with disinterest. They were the only Darients able to cooperate long enough to sit through the assembly. Thick makeup-like plaster covered their bodies to accommodate the human and elven races and put them at ease. However, it did little to help. The thickly layered masks made them appear human from a distance except for their unnatural orange eyes that seemed to smolder like embers. Their grotesque features, mostly hidden by the plaster, turned the stomachs of even the most seasoned warriors. Up close, it looked like dead, peeling flesh.
By Kelsey Claire4 years ago in Fiction
Souls of Magic
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. A thousand years or more had passed since the Great Rift, when they presumably disappeared. Lately, dragon activity increased in parts of Traegus. Ancient theories purported they did not disappear, but merely shifted form.
By DL GOODRICH4 years ago in Fiction
The Chimera Report
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. Of all the thoughts to cloud my mind it shouldn’t be that. But with my hands pressed to the wound at my side and the taste of copper on my tongue, lying in the dirt and staring up at the dragon infested sky…it is.
By Daniel Wolfe4 years ago in Fiction
Crystals of Farlesia
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. Though I am just one story already, the way humans talk of me and my looks, but less about me for I've seen a story far greater than mine yet it starts off so simple and could end in a way you may or may not predict. A Friday of a second semester for high school teens it seems. I was only told to observe from afar. I guess it can start with a boy named Reid, on his way home from that day of school he finally enters the house.
By Eliza Szymak4 years ago in Fiction
Old World Ways
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. When I was a girl, they weren’t allowed. Times have changed. The first time I saw a dragon, actually, was at the Valley’s front door. Dad and I used to come every Sunday evening for the roast. It was the one day of the week he got to put on a clean shirt and see his pals, have a laugh and a pint. The men were always kind to me. I think it was great fun for them to have a little one around—children were already becoming scarce in those days. I was sitting at the table with them, sipping milk from a pint glass, swinging my stumpy legs, when a hullabaloo at the pub door caught my attention. Greg, the old barman, was shouting.
By Quinlan Grim4 years ago in Fiction
Dragonally
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. Within the crevices of the Valley, you can find yourself eye to eye with the redeyes. There's a secret that lingers in the alleyways that the redeyes live and gather at dusk to remain out of sight of villagers. Two years ago you wouldn’t find any of the dragons within this Valley. The creatures live outside of the Valley within caverns as assets and they would assist travelers in establishing a way of unit control. Dragons were on the verge of extinction with troubling illnesses due to the ownership of the capitalist. Many rules have changed since The Blast the population has decreased in size by four multiples. The Valley has grown smaller, buildings are not refurbished due to the government not providing funding. The Capital has not returned to visit the Valley to question the disappearance of the dragons as if they ceased to exist in the first place.
By Kristian B. Delpilar4 years ago in Fiction
Into the Fire
There weren’t always dragons in the valley. Several times Lexi had retraced the desert path, hoping to see them again, but each time she was met with nothing more than a desolate gorge. Jinn had even accompanied her, on the rare morning when he wasn’t fishing for their breakfast or dealing with matters of state. But he had never seen the dragons. Just as he has never seen the value of staying in New Alara, she thought bitterly. Guilt wriggled beneath her skin. She knew Jinn was trying to do what was best for his people. It was only her own selfishness that made her wish he would say, to hell with the Alarans - to hell with the whole planet! - and do what was best for them.
By Heather Rutkowski4 years ago in Fiction
