Fantasy
The Perfect Society
There weren’t always Dragons in the Valley. The Wizards brought the Dragons with them when they showed up in the Valley. They were called by the council of the elder leaders of each clan. The clans are witches, vampires, healers, the elite, and the workers. In their society they are all equal. No one has power over the other group. This has worked for centuries. They have faced many opponents that have threaten their way of life. They have won every battle. The Wizards were called because the valley is in danger. There have been attacks on nearby villages.
By Jeremy White4 years ago in Fiction
The Camp
Ania knew she needed to escape, at least for a while. And she knew the perfect place: a lonely alpine spot, hidden from the world, that she’d discovered once by accident. Camping was the obvious choice. She had the equipment, the knowledge, and plenty of experience. For Ania, there was a thrill in taking an inhospitable place and turning it into somewhere she could live using only what was in her pack. Out there, Ania felt in control.
By James Ivan4 years ago in Fiction
Dangerous Venture
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. Not until fifty thousand years ago when seven great families of Alpha dragons came seeking a new home. They settled in the Valley, a cluster of planets in the outskirts of the Lorean galaxy. My ancestor Tiamat was their leader. She built her family’s seat of power on the largest and most lucrative planet, Xertha. The six smaller planets were split amongst the remaining families and named accordingly; Gurat, Vantas, Archilego, Benphamin, Malor, and Hosthmat.
By Nora Doherty4 years ago in Fiction
Undeath
“There weren’t always dragons in the Valley.” The aged woman prodded the fire with a stick, shifting the kindling and sending embers dancing into the dark sky above. “People used to live there, years ago. A village they called… Meridion.” The wrinkles in her brow deepened at the mention of the name, and the flames danced in the reflection of her old, sad eyes.
By Christian Oxford4 years ago in Fiction
Cult of Ded Moon
Cult of Ded Moon There weren’t always dragons in the valley. However, romanticizing the good old days doesn't solve the infestation problem for the occupants of Ded Moon. Despite being nestled between two mountain regions, vast lush fields surrounded the city, rising from plateau to plateau amongst the mountainside, and the tip was all anyone could see. Tourists of Crazy Peak can look down at the canyon below to witness the unexplainable lights and seismic activity, referring to the vacant fog as ‘All Fears from the Nothingness. Recent fire breath accompanied by roars with visible sound waves deafening those in a three-mile radius happened quarterly, yet attempts to suss out the source forever fall short. Venturers rarely come back from a half a day’s hike down without several weeks missing upon their return; they described the city as peaceful with modern amenities and even a few cell towers at opposite ends of the canyon that the state of Montana approved if never sanction. According to the state’s representatives, Crazy Mountain, the most eastwards of the Rocky Mountain area, there’s nothing to acknowledge about the dark spot so void-like that satellites have never picked the lights witnesses to claims lie below. It’s a position the governor must share with which ever sitting president is dodging the questions or shifting the conversation away no matter the context. This has led to a hundred and twenty-three disappearances throughout the last eight presidents as the anomalies are effectively charted by brave private citizens while very poorly vetted.
By Willem Indigo4 years ago in Fiction



