Fantasy
Flames of Vengence
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. There had been a time when the valley had been a thriving district, when there had been things to trade and people to trade them. Lucah could remember the bustling markets, the sounds of laughter at the summer festivals, dogs barking at a passing carriage as the Bower’s old gelding drew it steadily down the main street.
By Tara Marie4 years ago in Fiction
God of Nothing
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. For centuries, it had remained untouched by the chaos that blossomed throughout the Divine World. To the north, the Burning Range scorched a line of fiery cliffs through the lush green terrain, mirrored to the south by the formidable presence of the sky-rending Bloodstained Mountains. Situated between these awe-inspiring behemoths, resting peacefully amidst wild grasses and creeping patches of Blood Fire Blossoms, stood the Valley’s only structure: the jagged and unforgiving Vermilion Mountain.
By Eamonn Bullock4 years ago in Fiction
The Eternal Flame of Ockris
Prologue There weren't always dragons in the valley. Legend states that in the year 1329 the first dragon ever was created by Brendlich, an Alchemist Wizard from the chambers of Gladistine who was hell-bent on becoming a maker. In a large obsidian cauldron, they say he combined the eyes and tail of a lizard with the heart and talons of a falcon. He then added the wings of a vampirous bat and mixed it all with the blood of 3 orcs. Lastly, he carefully sprinkled the brew with a few smidgeons of faerie dust — he would churn it for many hours. After the mixture began to bubble and steam, he conjured the power of the Master Spirits for that necessary vital spark required to initiate life. In seven days, the resulting creation emerged from the thick, simmering, reddish black and putrefied liquid. Unique in its design, wicked in its appearance, it slithered its way out on to the cold, damp and mossy brick floor. Its birth cry was more piercing than that of a thousand Coracks screeching at the same time; it would be heard several miles away in every direction. Brendlich called the savage animal Draco, lord of the dark skies. The Master Spirits gifted upon it the hellacious power of fire; efficient and volatile, it could burn, scorch, melt or vaporize anything within a single breath. In just two years, the Draco grew an astonishing twenty times its original size of a Brangus bull. As one Draco became two and two became three, a race of them were called Dragons. Many names have been given to the different breeds that existed but Dragons they are and Dragons they remain. They continue the honor of being the most feared creatures in all of Xanthapy.
By Lamar Wiggins4 years ago in Fiction
Paper Dragons
“There weren’t always dragons in the Valley...” At least, that’s what the first note said. It was the strangest thing. I woke one morning, as usual and began my normal routine. Coffee. Breakfast. Clean the dishes. Then I saw it. A tiny, perfect origami dragon, settled comfortably on my windowsill. As I got closer to inspect it, it suddenly sprang to it’s feet. Letting out the smallest puff of smoke. I jumped back, startled by the sudden movement of an otherwise inanimate object. The little paper dragon scowled at me, if you could call it a scowl. After a moment of silence and still, seemingly satisfied, the dragon moved from the previously unnoticed envelope he’d settled himself upon. A crisply folded piece of parchment sealed in gold, smelling of a spice I had no name for.
By Jessa Boze4 years ago in Fiction
The Valley of the Pionia Tirakian
There weren’t always dragons in the valley… that’s what the elders tell us. The elders have been around Pionia Valley for hundreds of years. They tell us stories of a time when there were tall buildings and things called automobiles. People did not believe in magic or dragons, unicorns or fairies. They flew in aero planes, not on the backs of dragons or unicorns. People did not have wings or do spells. My favorite is the story about when the dragons appeared, and magic took over the world. The elder was telling this story now, as we listened intently.
By Billi Childress4 years ago in Fiction
The Dragon Master
“There weren't always dragons in the Valley.” Though it wasn’t spoken loudly – quite softly, in fact, despite its firmness – movement around the fire stopped and voices hushed, even those that had been boisterous with drink but a moment before. All eyes turned to look at the old Welshman, except for those of his grandson, sitting two seats over on the bench. The boy’s eyes rolled with a sigh. “There aren’t any dragons in the valley now, Papa.”
By Randi O'Malley Smith4 years ago in Fiction
The First Dragon
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. Before, the Valley was filled with all kinds of creatures. The little people reside in the North Mountains. Dwarves and gnomes carved their homes deep in the tomes of the rocks. They lived off the scarce growth from the mountain’s side and anything they could trade with the goods they mined from the depths of their home. Nestled on the western floor of the Valley lived the humans. SImple creatures, really. They spend most of their days tending to the crops or eating what they harvested — often eating more than their endless appetites can handle. Still, they thrived. Trading crops for metals from the mountains. Rejoicing at the end of a sunny day with ale and a feast.
By Tiffanie Harvey4 years ago in Fiction
