Fantasy
There Weren't Always Dragons in the Valley
“There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. It was a myth, a mythical, fire breathing beast with wings that swoop down from the sky to grab you with its thick, long sharp talons. It’s been said that dragons have a furious appetite for human flesh. They come twice a day appearing high in the sky when they come out of the farther reaches of the mountains to fly to the valley in search for food. Gray in color, the head’s bright red with long white feather’s flowing down the back. Their bodies covered in thick layered scales from the head down it’s back, legs and tails with the same white colored feathers. The breast uncovered from these scales covered in a thick yellow hide and the only vulnerable part of the dragons. The wings massive in size also covered in the same white feathers. These colors help it to hind nearly in plain sight among the newly growing world outside. In fact, the dragons are a very beautiful creature to behold and very dangerous with their wide mouths full of sharp teeth and a squall that they omit in flight travelling for miles. Only a few have lived to tell the tale of this amazing creature. Paintings on the underground walls tells the story. It appearing to be a-cross, a hybrid of a bird and a lizard formed many, many years of evolving with time. And with this time, they grew too almost enormous in size. “How did this happen? You ask. I will tell you. I was picked from a group of elders to keep the story and pass it on. If you remember earlier, I said it took many, many years for these dragons to evolve from a bird like lizard to a dragon we know of today. There was once a time that the world was so populated and growing with technology that the people of the time would have never imagine anything like this to happen. The year was 3250 A.D.E., the wars in every corner of the earth. Atomic bombs, missiles, guns killings of human and animals were astronomical. Chaos reigned in every city or small town around. There were volcanic eruptions, earth quacks and the wars were so strong and so long that the pollutant's that went up into the air started to block out the sun. Acid rain fell from the sky as the atmosphere slowly being poisoned. This change of events slowly making the earth froze over and as the earth was slowly freezing a very few groups of people took it upon themselves to dig deep down as close to the core of the earth to get heat. Cities were built, farms to grow crops, stables for livestock and every other need available to substance life. The only thing left out of the new ways were left behind. Life had to start over deep down where the people labored to build bigger places to make new places for the million humans to come to live. But things are not what they appear here anymore. The population grew too fast as crime started here also. Some trying to bring the old ways back because they themselves were too greedy to work for food. Some laws were made and then more laws until nobody knew how to get along. The war on top had found its way down here. There was unrest and untrusty for the citizens and some had learned how to fasten their own swords again. It had gotten unsafe for every living being. A lot of the people got exceled out into the cold. They were not welcomed anymore from their crimes. Once that started happening the crimes grew smaller until the crimes were no more. We had learned to live in peace. Nobody knew when the earth thawed or when the trees, grass, flowers of all kinds had appeared. Only that once we learned of the new world we also learned of the new dangers. Dragons!
By Vicky Ashley4 years ago in Fiction
The Dragon Egg
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. At least that's what we were told in the stories growing up. Apparently our grandparents' grandparents lived freely and without fear of losing everything they had worked to build and possibly everyone they loved as well. Houses were built above the ground, animals were kept in pastures, children played in the river not far from our now underground village, and our people used to have large fires with food and music and laughter. We don't have those anymore. We don't have any of that anymore. It attracts too much attention with the noise. It tempts the destructive beasts to come take all that we have.
By Brittani Luker4 years ago in Fiction
Spirit of the rainbow dragon
"There weren't always dragons in the valley" explained Jeffrey's grandpa. As they sat on the front porch made from an old growth redwood tree. The steam from the valley floor was gracefully rising up to the sky on this mild spring morning
By Clayton Southwick4 years ago in Fiction
Nightburn
There weren’t always Dragons in the Valley. But when they came, it was as though the town knew nothing else. The Valley lived in a wound between the mountains. There was a pain that hushed through the plains; it seemed to form in a cold, white mist, stark against the soft green grass, the deep, bruising purple of the Valley’s famous lavenders. It rapped on the windows of the squat, wooden houses, misting those warm pockets of glass until a face could hardly see out. Not that the villagers wanted to look when the mist crawled over the town; they snapped their curtains shut, locked their doors tight, bundled in their homes under candlelight.
By Bella Nerina4 years ago in Fiction
Tanith and the Dragons
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. Tanith climbed the old oak tree as high as she could go. It gave her good cover while she got a good look at the behemoths guarding the entrances to the valley. “Behemoth” she thought to herself. Gran would be proud of me using my word a day calendar. Although, if things continued as they were, there wouldn’t be much call for it in the future. She couldn’t leave the Valley. Who was able to come and go seemed random. Some merchants, like her father, had been barred exit for months while others made the trek back and forth readily. Soon, everybody’s wares were rolling out of the Valley in the three wagons that seemed to get a free pass.
By Nicole McClain4 years ago in Fiction
A Trial By Fire
"There weren't always dragons in the Valley. The Grungpa speaks of a time when the Valley was deserted. The rivers ran dry, the trees were bare, the animals had no young. Then came the Hroynir, the great dragons. Nobody knows where they were born but one day they just appeared: some from underground, some from the clouds, and some, it is rumored, came from the realm of the stars. Then the Valley blossomed, the trees burst into fruit, the rivers swelled past their banks, and the herds and prides resumed their eternal dance of life and death."
By Vivek Raghuram4 years ago in Fiction
