Fantasy
The Five Sisters of Kintail
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. Until the winter of 2031, they kept to the high Cairngorm peaks, each one claiming its own territory atop a craggy mountain pass, and only descending into the valley below when food was scarce.
By Hillora Lang4 years ago in Fiction
Journey to Jahennah: Chapter Seven
The process of moving Lila’s family was simple, although the story behind the clockmaker was a bit more complicated. All Orva knew was that Jessie Sparrow had been at Orlodge Clockmaker’s when she had discovered the portal to Tortaris, and that the apprentice that worked there had seen her go through it. Orva didn’t know what had happened on Jessie’s return, whether the young clockmaker had waited to hear the story, or if they had stayed in contact since.
By Courtney Harris4 years ago in Fiction
The Song Wept By His Mother
He thought it was a cook fire. The dark smoke, and the smell of charred meat spoke of dinner. Jennick smiled, it meant the hunters had returned and that meant there would be celebration. Tales would be told, and the bravest of hunters smothered in glory. After, there would be dancing, and the leafale would flow freely. With that warm courage in his veins, Jennick may even dance with Sorren. He kept his speed in check, he did not want his enthusiasm to make him look young in front of his father and the other hunters, and made his way to the centre of the village. The smoke was cloying. The smell burned his nostrils. This was wrong, there was corruption in these sensations that did not belong. Jennick heard wailing, cutting through the smoke to assail his ears. Maturity forgotten, the boy ran.
By James Archbold4 years ago in Fiction
The Last Contract
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. Nor were there trolls, beastmen, or deformed creatures. It used to be fields of green grass, soil rich in minerals, and rows upon rows of fruit and vegetation plants nurtured by a farming village that had sat tightly within the Valley. Now, it has turned into a land of wretched nightmares caused by a ritual gone wrong by the savage Lammenian tribes. A ritual in which they attempted to retrieve power from another dimension by deciphering an ancient scroll, stolen from the Kenshutsu Empire. They used a correct combination of low octave tuned banging war drums with mass chanting matching the unusual frequencies of the beat, as towering quartz crystals surrounded them and the altar, positioned around in a particular pattern using a form of sacred geometry. Causing atoms to clash and distort at a microscopic level, leading to a tear in reality and an opening of a gateway between dimensions.
By Ash Gallop4 years ago in Fiction
Of the Valley
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. But then again, there weren’t witches either. My people used to be nomadic herders, shepherding sheep across the dangerous, rocky terrain of the Mountains, not an ounce of magic coursing through their human blood. Back then, the Valley belonged to the sprites, Elves, and other Fae folk, before their numbers dwindled rapidly and they retreated into the dark recesses of the Forest where no human dared to tread. When it was clear they wouldn’t return, some of our ancestors decided to trade the treacherous trails and trials of Mountain living for the safety and fertile soil of the Valley, ultimately dividing into two tribes: Those of the Mountain and Those of the Valley.
By Jennifer Sara Widelitz4 years ago in Fiction
Take Flight
Chapter 1 There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. They came back in the storm. That wretched, horrible fucking storm. I can still remember it; holding my mother’s hand as rain pelted my hood. The water streaming down my raincoat collecting in my boots. We were walking home after bible study but stopped as lighting clashed in the clouds. I watched in the distance, into the city where the worst of the clouds gathered. Lighting struck again and I gripped my mother’s hand tighter as I saw a shadow in the clouds. That thunder afterwards seemed to shake the world. It made me tremble. My small body shaking as another bolt of lighting struck a towering building. My eyes widened as light reflected off the fangs of an enormous mouth that the lighting came from.
By Sarah Klein4 years ago in Fiction
