Fantasy
The Dragon's Curse
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. The great mages drove them into the mountains centuries ago, giving the villages of Silla an everlasting peace free of destruction and fear of the skies. War bells gathered dust at the top of unmanned watch towers surrounding the outer city of Belvia. Soldiers were relaxed and lazy, barely needing their weapons or armor for anything but a show of status among the people. Many citizens didn't even know the meaning of danger. Everyday was the same utopia.
By Mindy Boroi4 years ago in Fiction
Desolation Valley
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. Long before anyone can remember, this was a dead place. Rock so dry even the sand had vanished, no sign of grass or even desert plants, let alone beasts or birds. Any that passed through the valley would perish in short order, and so terrible was the place that any bones left from then became as ash. Even those who followed the gods decided this place was beyond their patrons powers. Then they came, from the deep stories of myth.
By Patrick Marrero4 years ago in Fiction
Kanner's Story
The star fall lit the sky with its stunning brilliance as the small group huddled together at the fire for warmth. Burning ash mingled with the sage they had used as kindling. The only noises that interrupted their quiet voices were the crackling of their fire and the soft hissing sounds coming from their steeds. These large reptilian beasts lie low against the ground to stay warm in the arctic-like terrain. The wind, laden with the chill of fresh snow, blew mercilessly against them and the lights from the falling stars sent their light dancing across the beast’s features menacingly.
By John Harrison4 years ago in Fiction
Upon the Smoke and Ash
There weren't always Dragons in the valley. Indeed there was once a time where the valley was amongst the most fertile in the whole Kingdom of Yronvelt. That however all changed when the Mage arrived, the Mage who promised to bring the fine folk of the valley an even greater harvest season. You see, before the Mage arrived at the town of Ibith had experienced quite a few seasons of disappointment. Bitter and cold winters were followed by dry springs and brutal summers in the valley. The various Humans, and Elves that lived in town were getting desperate, the Mage himself had a plan.
By Blake Jardine4 years ago in Fiction
The Freedom's Last Flight
Legend has it that two Divitian Captains engaged in a race to see which of them could sail to Castle Drandaar. While neither D'bari nor Serifina had ever seen a route through the great reef surrounding the island, they each believed they had solved it on their own. They agreed to start from the shallow waters of the Port of Hornshir.
By John Harrison4 years ago in Fiction
Valley of Cinders
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. Once, it was a place of life, where the women of the surrounding villages came to give birth and nurse their children until they were old enough to wean. The caves that encircled it were filled with healing pools, so deep and blue that they looked as endless as the night sky. It had been a place of refuge and magic since before time was counted. Men did not go there. Not out of fear, but out of respect for the ancient life-giving power that dwelled in the very rocks. The magic that saw the women safely through their labors, and brought babies red and screaming into the world. It was a sacred place. That was before, though. Now, the valley is a place of nightmares; ashen bones and smoldering fires litter the ground. And those caves, no one dares enter those caves anymore.
By Krystl Densmore4 years ago in Fiction
Shadows Guarded
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. Though of course, there wasn’t always a reason for them. There was not gold, or greed, or men who swore magic flowed in their veins in place of blood. There was not always death. There was not always darkness.
By E.A. Forster4 years ago in Fiction
Expedition of the Lost Valley
There weren’t always dragons in the valley. Long before the large, winged serpents, there had been giants, tall and magnificent, towering above all the other creatures of the land. Then one day, as all things do, they died. Local legend was that the towering white mountains covered with thick, crawling trees on each side of the valley were composed of their bones, eroded into fine jagged points. Although, had these mountains truly been made of bone, then by God, Marcus would have known it. Dr. Marcus Koenig was after all a paleontologist by profession, and one of the most experienced when it came to a certain kind of fossil, those of dragons.
By Kevin McLaughlin4 years ago in Fiction
Glitter Bridge
Pink mushrooms, thick and plump, the size of wallabies. Justice grins as she lets her hand glide over the smooth, shiny surface of the mushroom heads. They seem to emit a soft glow wherever her fingers trail, releasing sparkly, fluorescent residue on her skin. She marvels at the effect of the strange plantation.
By ameerah zafar4 years ago in Fiction
