Fantasy
The Scorched
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. By the tombstone-grey palls of smoke unfurling toward the blackened sky, Shad knew they were too late. The Scorched emerged onto a shelf of rock overlooking Maera’s Valley, and any hopes he might’ve harboured were snuffed.
By Charlie C. 4 years ago in Fiction
The Seer & The Warrior
Prologue The heart of a Warrior, the mind of a Seer combined as a Blood Heritage for a broken and devastated people. For generations, the Latvian people were weaker than their enemies, who took advantage of this weakness to pillage, enslave, castrate their men and laughingly harass these peaceful people. They were not warriors. Latvians valued peace. As one of the many peoples of the sea, they loved their home! They would treasure it if peace would ever come, but they are a broken people; they stood no chance. Their enemies were stronger than them… Until one day the Twins of an Ancient Blood Line stumbled into their village.
By Silvahni Cadence4 years ago in Fiction
A Heist of Dragons
"There weren't ALWAYS dragons in the valley," Correa defended to her friends and potential co-conspirators. The seven of them were gathered around the only basement table of the Lucky Chimera Social Club. The idea for the heist belonged to Sephir, but Correa was determined to sell them on her plan to pull it off. Sephir contemplatively stroked his goatee and gill slots, still undecided, watching the reactions of everyone else around the circle.
By Joshua Bader4 years ago in Fiction
All Creatures Great and Small
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. There had been dragons, real giants, in the before times. But that was ages agone. All the people remembered of those dragons was burning and wasting and daughters sacrificed. Not the good times, those weren’t.
By Hillora Lang4 years ago in Fiction
THE DRAGON KEEPERS SECRET
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley, that much was known. Today Nesrah joined her sisters Iolanthe and Aislinne as they stood at the edge of the cliff overlooking the ravaged mountainside watching the fog slowly creep in from the rolling seas nearby, dusting the tops of dewy pine trees before settling into the branches to wait out the storm.
By K.H. Obergfoll4 years ago in Fiction
Building Dragons
“There weren’t always dragons in the Valley,” Miss Perserkin, the tour guide at the Royal Victoria Museum of Bio-Technology, said from her place at the front of the pack of new University students. They seemed to get younger every year. She tried not to hold their age against them, although it did mean that their attention spans weren’t all they could be. “As I’m sure your professor has told you,” she nodded towards the class’s instructor, Professor Abramowitz, standing off to one side, “the first dragon created in the Valley was an anomaly.” And this was where she always tossed in her little joke. “Barnabus Montheile was a very naughty little boy!”
By Hillora Lang4 years ago in Fiction
The Tamers
“There weren’t always Dragons in the Valley.” I began, looking into the eyes of either of my grandchildren. Their big brown and green eyes stared up at me in wonder as if they didn’t believe what I just said. To them, it would have seemed crazy. Their whole lives, and indeed, even in their parent’s lifetime there had always been Dragons around.
By Teresa Hickey4 years ago in Fiction
