Fantasy
Serous
There weren’t always dragons in the valley. Come to think of it, there weren’t ever any dragons in the valley. When the flooding came pouring over the brim of the mountaintops it filled the basin below. The roaring waters cascaded down the mountainside and snuffed out many flames of life in a matter of minutes. It spilled over the tops like overflowing lakes and rivers the people of the valley were accustomed to, usually revering the gods for plentiful irrigation for a healthy harvest. The valley was usually quiet, and not much stirred the wills of the people. That was until the flood brought Dragons.
By Omar Al-Mahmeed4 years ago in Fiction
Vowed to the Old Gods. Top Story - June 2022.
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. The boundaries, though invisible to the human eye, were clearly marked and maintained by the witches who served as guards to the Old Gods. Tales passed down from the humans made it clear that the witches protected the humans from the dragons. Tales passed down from the dragons made it clear that the witches protected the dragons from the humans. But the one thing everyone seemed to be able to agree on was that the witches were a cold force: a solemn group, as stern and haughty as nuns, cloistered away in the mountains where they could pray and practice magic in silence…
By Kira DeSomma 4 years ago in Fiction
Nights of claw and shadow
Prologue "There weren’t always dragons in the valley. Up until recently they had been merely of myth or legends; cautionary tales told to scare children out of wandering too far from home lest, they be snatched up and eaten by dragons. Or one to scare adults from meddling with ancient powers far beyond themselves unless they wanted to end up a pile of ashes.
By Eireann Bullimore4 years ago in Fiction
The Valley Stirs
"There weren't always dragons in the Valley," the Cobalin High Priest's voice was strained as he eased himself into a pile of overstuffed pillows atop intricately hand-carved, low furniture. His violent cough brought a young Cobalin assistant to his aid with a stein. The priest declined the ale with a wave of the hand and continued addressing his guests. "It's a relatively recent occurrence."
By Steven Teets4 years ago in Fiction
Dragon Born
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. When they arrived, it was in chains. Sought after by the rich and powerful to protect their property, a fully trained adult dragon cost enough to feed a village for a year. Therefore, it was no surprise that plenty of people were willing to risk their lives to capture the creatures, even if success rates were extremely slim. The reward was high enough that droves of humans of all stature marched into the mountains where the dragons lived. So many that the dragons became overrun. Their young were captured and those too dangerous to be trained were murdered, until the once noble hoards were now scattered and in hiding. Still the humans chased them and would do so until there was not a single free dragon in the world.
By Christina G. Gaudet4 years ago in Fiction
Makara
2000 a.m. “There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. Then again, there wasn’t always a valley, either. When Gaia was young, and Bahari’s waters had just begun to flow, the dragon brood favored the archipelagos and sea caves of the middle. Born under Nikini’s full splendor, from magma as it streamed into the sea, the dragons adored their rocky, volcanic homes and cherished the warm, salty water. There, the dragons swam, dined on fish, and slept beside glowing rivers of red, content for millennia. But as Bahari grew to maturity, as his water cut and shaped the land, the dragons grew curious. And as their molten home grew old, as each red river turned black, the dragons became restless. For they had heard the whispers of the fish. Had felt the tremors of the earth. Had tasted the truth in the water. And they wanted to see it for themselves. They wanted to see Gaia’s high peaked children and ached to feel the lush grass of her belly. They wanted to bathe in Bahari’s freshwater, taste the flesh of new fish.”
By Krista Palmer4 years ago in Fiction
The Fantasy Prologue
“There weren’t dragons in the valley," Abigale whispered to Jane and June in exclamation. We were here yesterday; there was no such thing creature in this place, Abigale continued to whisper to her two compatriots. Where is it from? We have only been hearing the story of the stormy relationship between our ancestors and the great dragon. I had never thought that I would ever come across the dragon in my life. What power does it entail, and what is its intention? Abigale continues to inquire from his friends about the dragon. This is terrifying; we must go and warn the villagers so that everybody can be informed of the new creature in our land. Abigale, Jane, and June steadily sneaked from the valley to avoid their presence becoming known by the dragon. They reached the village and informed the counselor of the mysterious creature they spotted in the forest.
By Victor Gomes4 years ago in Fiction
