Fantasy
Natural Magic Chapter 1
Listen to this chapter here It was a long walk to temple. The law dictating Pelan worship time had been purposely designed for inconvenience. Sutday, the middle of the week, and dawn. In winter, that meant the end of the work day. In summer, it meant five in the morning, and Matsias had trouble keeping his eyes open. He had been up all night lamenting the loss of his best friend, Key Truuit. Her parents, Thisaazhou traders who traveled up and down the Southern Continent all year, had decided to leave that day, never to return to the country of Ethion. It was just too dangerous.
By Molly Marjorie4 years ago in Fiction
There weren't always dragons in the Valley
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. Once, there were only the unicorns. They were the most beautiful creatures in the world, and they roamed freely, eating the sweet grasses and drinking from the clear streams. The unicorns were the Valley's only residents, and they were content. But then, one day, a dragon flew into the Valley. He was a massive creature, with shining scales and a long, sinuous body. The unicorns had never seen anything like him before, and they were terrified. The dragon demanded that the unicorns give him food and shelter. He said that if they did not, he would eat them. The unicorns had no choice but to comply. They gave the dragon what he wanted, and he made himself at home in the Valley. The unicorns were now slaves to the dragon. They had to do everything he demanded, or he would eat them. They were no longer free to roam and eat the sweet grasses. They were no longer content. One day, a group of brave unicorns decided they had had enough. They banded together and attacked the dragon. They used their horns to stab him and their hooves to kick him. The dragon was wounded, but he was not defeated. He breathed fire at the unicorns, and they fled in terror. The unicorns realized they could not defeat the dragon on their own. They needed help. So they went to the humans and asked for their help. The humans were scared at first, but they bravely agreed to help the unicorns.
By James McGuigan4 years ago in Fiction
The Banishing Blade
“There weren’t always dragons in the valley, in fact there was nothing. In the time before, there was only the salted water of the oceans across the face of Terra-Arna, but then came the dragons. They brought forth The Rushing Mountains out of the oceans, and birthed the very lands and fields that we stand upon. When they were finished washing away the water, raising the mountains, and molding the earth, the dragons came to rest in the great valley – The Life Forge. In that valley they gave birth to all the creatures great and small and sent them across the continent to live and be fruitful. Then one by one, the five great dragons fell asleep, and one by one they awoke and flew across the world from whence they came, for all but one – Sigur the Rested. When the dragon awoke it found that it was alone, and trapped for a great tree had grown upon it’s back. Sigur’s wings were entangled in the roots of the Drekatré and was buried in the earth. At the foot of the tree, Sigur’s head lay. From Sigur’s mouth came the peoples of Terra-Arna: Maður, Álfar, Dvergar, Risastór, and Hrökkáll. . . Orin, are you listening boy!”
By Jericho Osborne4 years ago in Fiction
The Return
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. But now that they’ve come here too, it will never be the same. Some champion the return of dragons to the world. Hailing them as saviors, even gods. They say that the dragons will bring an end to war, to famine, to corruption. They say that the dragons will bring in an era of peace and prosperity not seen in our lifetime.
By Dante Cross4 years ago in Fiction
Dragons Make Bad Guests
There weren’t always dragons in the valley. It was once a place filled with people just going about their lives. Then one day, which began like any other, they appeared in the sky. They hovered over the valley, as if surveying the land below. Then, without warning, the dragons descended on the valley like locusts—huge, fire breathing locusts!
By Michael Lopez4 years ago in Fiction
Tongue of the God-Dragons
There weren’t always dragons in the valley, but that doesn’t matter. What does matter is that they are here now. The battle between man and mythical beast has been raging for the last century. Their arrival was sudden and shocking. No one knows where they came from, only that they hungered for dominion.
By Joseph McCain4 years ago in Fiction
The Dragon's Rebirth
There weren't always dragons in the valley. As a matter of fact, time had since forgotten them almost entirely. The days remained unchanged and several of the local Commoners were off and about their daily routines, not fully embracing the area that was once riddled in protection, battle, proclamation, and eventual extinction. Why anyone would ever want to hurt or destroy the decree of a dragon's legacy, is unimaginable. But on one fateful day, Sonia's life was about to change forever.
By Jeff Turner4 years ago in Fiction
So Close, And So They Begin...
There weren't always dragons in the valley. When they were were there, they were territorial in the space. It wasn't so much that they didn't like Tinka being there, she wasn't their kind, lowly, not part of the pride. Tinka bowed before the pride leader, only a bit taller than herself and excused herself from the two dozen dragons resting in the valley. Some elder dragons giving her sneers and the young whelps played - pounce on each other, not noticing the lone deer walk back into the forest.
By Tinka Boudit She/Her4 years ago in Fiction
Crown of Thorns
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. But then again, nor were there always men… The valley belonged to those whose hunger did not lie in the death of other living things. Spackles and Neatheons, equine-like creatures, roamed the vast valley, it’s high ridges corralling the gentle beasts who grazed the tall grasses and waded into the calm lakes to sleep while aquatic-life feasted on the day’s muck dried to their hooves. The great valley would rumble strangely on occasion and the weeping trees would shudder in the earth at the force of the growl far beneath the ground. The lakes would bubble and warm, enticing all manner of forest creatures forth to soak in the temperate waters, minerals releasing from the mud to ease their ailments and refresh their health. Such occasions were times of harmony amongst all that gathered, even the solitary feathered creatures of the trees and the reclusive sleeping clans of the deep caves.There was an understanding between all living things that the earth provided and so the earth was mother and the valley, her womb.
By E. A. Jackson4 years ago in Fiction
