Fantasy

The Forgotten Forest
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. When I was a child, my mother would tell me stories of the land before the dragons came. Weaving wonderful tales of lush greenery and towering trees, trees my mother told us, the village people used to build their homes in. She would laugh about lazy days spent in large lakes that boardered our land, catching fish on canoes built from the very trees surrounding their homes. She would recall beautiful days filled with bird-song and whispers of wind rolling through the trees.
By Jennifer Jordan4 years ago in Fiction
Dear Hope
*Part 2 of “The Chaotic Witch” series* Lucinda was washing the dishes from breakfast and watching over Hope who was playing outside through the window above the sink. It was a beautiful day and Hope had been badgering her to be let out to play for hours. She finally gave in and allowed her to play in the yard where she could keep an eye on her from inside. There was so much to do between the laundry, cleaning, and lunch. She couldn’t afford to just go outside to play!
By Cristina Velazquez4 years ago in Fiction
Shadow Valley
There were not always dragons in the valley, Mithais said this to himself as the shadow of a one soared over head. The mythical beast of lore had returned however no one could tell from where they had come from. Mathias looked our across the rocky terrain as the rest of his group caught up. Standing tall he looked to the civilians that were in his charge, in the back of his head he knew that some would not return, but to keep their spirits up he did not dwell on these thoughts. Mithais stood an impressive 6ft tall, long golden hair tied in a tight braid down his back, bright green eyes that picked up every movement from the sky to the slight breeze that blew the tattered brush in the valley they were traversing, wearing hardened leather armor from the shoulders down to his boots, studded with iron, he chose this for the movability which would come in the very near future, weapon of choice long sword which he kept strapped to his back. As the civilians finally caught up to him, some out of breath others tired and dirty from their days headed to this infernal place, he chuckled a little and asked himself why he took this job in the first place. The out of breath traveler looked up as the dragon floated lazily through the air, in awe he let out a tired cheer. "Well at least we know we are headed in the right direction." Mithais shrugged in indifference his job was to get them there, their task was to determine if at all where the dragons came from and why they were here. Stories of old say that some could speak hording massive amounts of treasure for no reason other than they like things that are shiny. Whether or not they will find one that they can communicate with was still to be determined. "We need to keep moving, the Valley is not a safe place, even more so now than before, get your people up here we will rest for a few and then continue. We must get to the base of that mountain which is the base of this hill we are currently standing on which is where the valley floor begins. From there we can start a base camp where we will have more of you people following in a few days. Mithais said all of this as he pointed and moved his hand to show the slope of the hill they were on and where they were headed to. He could see the man before him did not realize it was going to take all of this to get there, the light dimmed a little in his eyes. Mithais put a hand on his shoulder to try and reassure him, "We will get there, I promise you that, what is your name?" the man spoke out the name Bartholomew, Mithais rolled his eyes of course this would be this dirt diggers name, "Well Barty, sit and rest I'll trek a little ahead and see if we can find a better path." Mithais hadn't gone more than 100 feet down the path when it seemed the heavens opened up, more than the normal or what is considered normal for dragons being in the valley started dropping from the sky, they swooped in low and then riding the currents back up the valley sides to disappear on the other side, they all seemed to be heading that one direction, but there were so many of them 100's of dragons seemed to materialize out of the cloudy sky dropping behind the valley walls. He quickly turned but as he did, an adolescent dragon dropped to the ground between him and his group. Slowly Mithais spread his feet and slowly he reached up to place a hand on his sword. The red and gold dragon in front of him could not be more than a few days old but was still as big as a horse. Turning its head to the side, the yellow eyes seemed to dance over him trying to determine if he was food or not. Saliva dropped from the animals mouth has it opened his mouth to reveal rows of bright white razor-sharp teeth. Mithais slowly drew his sword preparing for a fight, Dragon before him lowered its head keep its eyes on him and growled low in its throat. Shuffling it is feet and spreading his wings wide he dove at Mithais.
By Redbar4 years ago in Fiction
Hilil's Takeover
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. The city of Musecana was a youthful valley filled with magical beings such as wizards, dancers, poets, and beings of mystical elements. Dragons were not yet a part of this fun-filled city until the mystical combustion of Gaililia & this would happen before the Feast of Musecana. During this time, there would be laughter, food, drinks, and prestigious leaders that have come forth to showcase their mystical powers.
By Nitia Johnson4 years ago in Fiction
When Dragons War
There weren’t always dragons in the valley. As a matter of fact, the valley had been full of cattle, sheep, goats, pigs and horses. There were farms and fields of hay, barley, wheat and so many other crops. The valley was alive with people and animals and only an occasional flyover by a dragon with no real harm done except the occasional disappearance of a sheep.
By Dennis Fletcher a.k.a. Dragon Speak4 years ago in Fiction
The world never ended
There weren’t always dragons in the valley but give humanity five-thousand years to create artificial intelligence, then add three-thousand years to that, five wars, mass technological advancement, then pronto, dragons in the valley.
By Jacklyn Casey4 years ago in Fiction
Teaching My Dragon Boyfriend To Use An A.I. Art Program
“There weren’t always dragons in the Valley,” Balmethestus said, curling his tail around my back so that I could sit comfortably. His internal heat helped soothe my sore muscles after hefting heavy boxes all day at work.
By Hillora Lang4 years ago in Fiction
The Gates of Cardel
A room lit by fire touched torches, shadows dancing along the walls surrounded by blood-red colours as the village chief continues telling the children of this town's history with the stories of The Gates.
By Aydan Forsyth4 years ago in Fiction
The Old Gates
There weren’t always dragons in the valley. The valley was protected, sacred, and lush. But something let them out. “Someone.”
By Kaitlin Oster4 years ago in Fiction
Fierce As Fire
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. I'll never forget the first night they appeared. Moonlight pours over Arlie's body, her beautiful sunkissed skin glowing where the lavender-colored sheet wraps around her body.
By CJ Asher4 years ago in Fiction
Lynns Adventures Book 1
Chapter 1 Wearing fancy dresses and jewelry isn’t my kind of thing like most girls. To the best of my knowledge, I prefer to wear trousers and a tunic when riding a horse. My parents despised my choice of clothing until they were murdered, but sadly no one knows who had murdered them because it happened in the middle of the night. So as my right, I am the only heir to the land and a big home my parents had. Now being a noblewoman I am free to wear what I want and do what I want while also getting whatever boring paperwork done as well.
By Alyssa LaRosa4 years ago in Fiction
Quest of Hope. Top Story - May 2022.
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. In fact, the barren stretch of miserable wasteland known simply as the Valley had never hosted any form of life save for the occasional serpent or falcon that dared scout the rocky expanse of canyon and field for prey. What little plantlife that managed to grow amongst the sheets of stone was often scorched by the heat of the sun, and water was just as scarce. One would think that dragons, being firebreathers, would thrive under the merciless rays, but even we have to take shelter for the greater extent of the day, lest we shrivel like the weeds. Caves, some of which were natural, some of which we dug ourselves, served as our dens. Over the years we created tunnels connecting these tight, dark domains. Dragons are social creatures, you see; we live in families that we call clans, which can range anywhere from a dozen to over a hundred dragons.
By Lin Corey4 years ago in Fiction