Fantasy
From Ember to Ash
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. According to most, there still aren't. They thought they hunted us down—slaughtered us to extinction. Many fell. But, did they think us such simple creatures we would not take measures to ensure the survival of our species?
By Jessie Waddell4 years ago in Fiction
Caretakers Valley
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. Countless moons ago, we lay under the stars recounting heroic stories to the heavens befriending the night.Flashes of that murderous morn, are etched into our memories, as we ran for our lives blinded by the cloud of ash and chaos. The only thing to break through the veil was the smell of searing human flesh.
By Christopher Head4 years ago in Fiction
Finding Your Tune
She wished he wouldn’t use incense. It was distracting - the earthy scent stuck at the back of her throat. The smoke would cling to her robe, and Neesa would smell like a forest for the rest of the week. Florin claimed it helped her to clear her mind and hear the Tunes, but she doubted it. How could she clear her mind when it was filling up with hazy smoke? What Tune could she possibly reach out to, that didn’t reek of a forest in bloom? Neesa hated the forest. Her whole life in Vinestop and she never really connected with the woods that surrounded them, cutting them off from the outside world. Ten years of staring out the window, fear gnawing at her like a wolf on bones. Perhaps twice a year, the forest would claim a life, or send some terrible animal out to try and destroy them. Neesa remembered Gerri’s father running out of that terrible weald, chased by a bear. He was exhausted, and the fool had not dropped the reams of fish that had attracted the predator in the first place. His pole tangled his feet and, betrayed by his livelihood, the man had fallen some thirty feet away from the village borders.
By James Archbold4 years ago in Fiction
The Elementals
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. That is not a true statement. That's only what the villagers thought. Truth is, there wasn't always a valley, until us dragons arrived and carved the valley with elemental magic. Three of us specifically. Keira, the color of sandstone, split rock and unearthed layers of crust. Ezri, the blue dragon, held back the waters. Then there is myself, Alena, the red dragon, the only dragon that can handle the heat, charged with placing the dragon egg deep inside the earth. There it would absorb the element fire and wait for the celestial alignment.
By U.B. Light4 years ago in Fiction
The Dragon's Cookbook
Hanston, beaten and battered, lay in his cell wondering why he ever thought it would be a good idea to single handedly attack a red dragon and his army. He groaned a bit as his head throbbed and he wondered if he would even survive this escapade. He thought of his poor horse and wondered what type of recipe he would end up in; he knew this dragon, Farthon, was renowned for his cooking skills.
By Dennis Fletcher a.k.a. Dragon Speak4 years ago in Fiction
Dragon Girl
There weren’t always dragons in the valley. In fact, not much lived there anymore, not since the Long Ruin changed everything, driving the people out of the area and onto the plain, into the foothills of the mountains. She paused at the edge of the sandy cusp, towering pillars of rock layered with shades of rusty red and brown counting the centuries above her head. Her pale, gray eyes squinted into the sun, the chasing breeze lifting the hem of her hood and pushing it back from her long, dark hair before she could catch it. The tunnel of silent giants loomed over her, funneling the brisk air with a faint moaning sound that raised gooseflesh on her neck.
By Patti Larsen4 years ago in Fiction
The Secrets Within
There weren’t always dragons in the valley but these days you never saw any form of celebration without them. Our King Torion came home many years back after a heroic battle between the Mystic Elves and Woodland Elves. Turns out the men in the trees had their own secret weapon of Dragons. King Torion brought them home and since became a part of our day to day lives.
By Melissa Hill4 years ago in Fiction
Cry of the Dragon
Chapter 1 There weren't always dragons in the Valley. It used to be a peaceful place where humans would gather to worship the seven Original Dragons, the keepers to the gates of Elencia. At the altar where sacrifices were done for Veren, Lord of Creation, a great sin occurred. The Original Divine Dragon was murdered by the Original Dragon of Destruction. When Yeshua the Original Divine Dragon died, his magical seal was passed to a human vessel, the first of human-dragon hybrids. This was the first sin.
By Veren Strife4 years ago in Fiction
The Song of the Six
There weren’t always dragons in the valley. The sorcerer’s oligarchy saw to that. With stolen magic they’d siphoned from the eld wyrms they’d murdered through despicable betrayal, they built their power over the centuries until they had enough to depose the world’s benevolent masters. They constructed their stronghold there in the Valley of Carrador, hunkering down in darkness and deceit, with a triad of ancient drakes imprisoned to feed their insatiable desire for power. Shielded from retaliation while draining the land of all magic through their three captives, they hoarded every trace of it for themselves.
By Patti Larsen4 years ago in Fiction
