Fantasy

The Plant
A storm is coming. I can smell the sulphur in the air. The orange horizon is darkening, the wind heavy with sand. “Badger!” I call.
By Harrie Blakeman4 years ago in Fiction
A Fairy Tale
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. Werewolves no longer hunted their prey in the full moon's light. The soft twinkling lights of the Fae had faded from the river banks and sweet flowers tangled in thickets. Kings and Queens still sat on high, but magic was slipping out of the kingdom.
By Mandi Evans4 years ago in Fiction
This sinking feeling
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. Then again, there weren’t always breast implants and men wearing jean shorts either. San Fernando Valley hadn’t been called home in decades. Then it had been just a valley teeming with wildlife and expansive bodies of water, the perfect haven for an immortal creature of the Earth such as himself. It wasn’t until the gold rush of the late 1800s that brought people that polluted the pristine, peaceful environment and forced creatures like Atticus to adapt or leave. Atticus had chosen the latter. Since then, he'd visited, but less frequently as the people-infested planet became more prevalent across the entirety of California and then Northern America. This trip, however, would force him directly into the throes of the bustling city. There would be no avoiding the dragons that had hoarded restaurants and shops by the dozens, there would be no avoiding the werewolves in the downtown crowd, or even the vampires that lurked the night clubs. Not if his sister was involved. Atticus had heard rumors that someone in the Valley knew where his sister was, and he wasn't about to leave any stone unturned to find the truth, even if stone-turning involved dragons.
By Jessica Cook4 years ago in Fiction
Forest Dragons Aren't Always Breathing Fire
There weren't always dragons in the valley where I lived--their appearance came spontaneously and was an unbelievable sight to behold. Why they had shown themselves at this time and in this location was anybody's guess.
By Ken4 years ago in Fiction
The Dragons of Ethenia
There weren’t always dragons in the valley. As far as we knew, they died out over a thousand years ago and had never migrated past the mountains to the East. They say one act, no matter how unimportant it seems, can alter the course of many lives. I never understood the saying fully until one year ago, when my choices brought the dragons back.
By Laura Horst4 years ago in Fiction
Somewhere Between Earth and Sky
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. Centuries ago all of dragonkind had left the earth we knew for an alternate dimension. There they built a flourishing society and lived in peace. Until they turned their eyes back to the earth of humans, of technology and progress and exponential growth. To the earth where wars of greed and religion destroyed as much as we'd built, where climate change and ocean-rise ruined the land, where disease and poverty and starvation prevented humankind from thriving.
By Hillora Lang4 years ago in Fiction
Dragons in the Valley
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. I have lived in this Valley my whole life, but never before have I laid eyes on dragons in my life, and it’s my fault they’re here. The sound of gunfire echoes across the valley, but their hides are so thick that the bullets bounce right off. With a mighty breath of fire, a turret is destroyed killing all the people inside. The turret’s debris slides down the Valley’s walls down to the ground below with a mighty crash. Why? Why did I dabble in the dark arts? Is this why they’re illegal? What’s the point of such a spell if you can’t even control your dragons?
By Jeremiah Ellison4 years ago in Fiction
Pyromancers Song
There weren’t always dragons in the valley, Bertrand thought idly stroking his white beard as he looked out at the small village below. It wasn’t often he’d spot one in the skies, perhaps once or twice a year. He was never sure if he was grateful for their rarity or not. Perhaps things would be easier if they’d come closer… He gazed out the southern facing window, his mind poking at the thought; he’d been living in this valley nearly thirty years and still couldn’t determine why they’d come. I was so sure when I first arrived…his mind trailed off.
By Tyree J Dingle4 years ago in Fiction
Dynasties of Shiryu:
Chapter I: Dragon and Lion There weren't always dragons in the Valley there, a Golden lion that shines like the sun lived for thousands of years before the dragon arrived in the valley, and they are believed to be Gods. Bonded with their blood to create a Dragon Lion called Shiryu. In a world split by a large island volcano in the middle of the planet called Volcano of Ryu lies a world called Munji. Many civilizations rose up in this world, these humans called themselves Hunnans in the first language of the first civilization of Munji. This civilization settled on this world prospered and settled across different continents. Munji before of the arrival of Hunnans was inhabited and dominated by Shiryu a dragon-like creature with mane a body of a lion and eyes that glow like crystals, for thousands of years these creatures dominated the world of Munji. A herd of Shiryu called Gons migrated throughout the islands across Munji before the arrival of Hunnans that came from the rise of the first hunt from the first civilization from the unknown lands in the south of Munji. Shiryu is not able to fly, but some species of Shiryu can breathe underwater for hours. They only eat fish and Landash and meat from Niushi cow like creatures but are almost the size of a small house. One diet of Shiryu is Landash where it can only be seen every fire spring where ash rains for months like snow across Munji. Shiryu feast on these ashes that feels like snow, but it is not cold legend has it that Landash give Shiryu special powers. The Hunnans in the era of the first civilization started the first hunt and hunted the Shiryu to the brink of extinction.
By Dragonjie 4 years ago in Fiction
The CharHollow Chronicles
There weren’t always dragons in the valley. The Empty Lands, as the outsiders called my home, was a place of joy and simplicity. My people had lived there for hundreds of rotations before The Calamity struck. My birth group was a mere five rotations at the time, so the great tale of the event is only known through the passed words from our lore wardens.
By Sabrina Huskins4 years ago in Fiction
Imperius
“There weren’t always dragons in the Valley,” she mumbled reading through the first several pages of the dusty, barley legible scrolls. The section of the library in the Imperial City which Elstrial had found herself was rarely visited. Most of the library’s visitors were all concerned with the recent events of the Esoteric Order of Dagon and the fallout of the assassination of the emperor, however Elstrial Astarte was more concerned with the appearance of dragons, or at least what the travelers coming from Old Town said were dragons. She flipped the scroll over extremely carefully, making sure to not allow it to crumble. The vast majority of the texts in the section where she located were all of pre-imperial origin, which made the texts here at the most conservative level twelve thousand years old. During that time ancient humanity and the ancient elves had banded together to defeat the tyranny of the Dragon Lords and hunted them to extension, or so every one was led to believe.
By Jessica Heath4 years ago in Fiction
Fire and Lies
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. The elders talk about days past when it was safe to walk through the flower beds and pick mushrooms without fear of being roasted. True, the fear of dying by fire, of that instant of unimaginable pain when your body's cells reach the boiling point and burst, is such a terrifying prospect that we tend to forget the other horrors surrounding us. I have, like everyone else, wondered about that long second of suffering before your organs turn to cinder blocks. But I am also aware of other dangers in a way many of my peers seem not to be.
By Adriana M4 years ago in Fiction