Fantasy

Imagine Dragoons
There weren't always dragons in the Valley of Ataúd. In fact, when refugees from the recently defunct Sol system arrived on Draco Primus it'd been more or less a barren wasteland bereft of all but the hardiest flora and scantiest fauna. It took several centuries of laborious effort to finally terraform the landscape by employing aqueducts that redirected myriad streams through the mountains from a few faroff rivers. It was also how long it took for excavations beneath the planet's surface to yield the first vestiges of a bygone civilization that far outpaced humanity's plodding progress through the cosmos.
By Obsidian Eagle4 years ago in Fiction
The Enclave - Prologue
There weren't always dragons in the valley. Dragons were rare, and hedonistic enough that when they deigned to dwell near humans, they settled at Enclaves, where they would be pampered as they felt they deserved. Besides, Enclaves tended to be far more fireproof than the average settement or dwelling, so one might argue that draconic snobbishness was a good thing.
By Natasja Rose4 years ago in Fiction
The Outsider
Prologue ‘’I will never!’’ Yelled a little girl to an other one as she was pushing her into the school fountain. The girls around them laughed and the scene looked like it was about to get worse. That was until a boy with an eggplant in his backpack stepped in.
By Mick Heureux4 years ago in Fiction
Nobilities' Fault
Memory Clavius Zane knew the power of the written word, it’s what had gotten him this far, and the only thing that could carry him forward. It’s been a long time since his days scouring libraries for inspiration. With parents both in the more performative aspects of the bardic arts, Clavius decided to hew his own path, to become proficient in putting words to the page, to create the poems and plays and prose. The writer provided the threads, the actors wove a tapestry from it.
By Jack Goyette4 years ago in Fiction
Dragoni
"There weren't always dragons in the valley." Lorcan explains to his sons Liam and Pat as the three of them watch the elderly dragon mates gently glide into their cave in the Dragontooth Mountains that surround the valley village of Safe Haven. Lorcan then tells the story of the Great Dragon War that saw the near extinction of the dragons. The only known survivors are the ancient diamond and moonstone dragons that sought out Lorcan's great grandfather, the last of the Dragoni, for protection. Liam and Pat have heard their father tell the same story over and over their entire life. Pat rolls his eyes and begins to go through his sword forms in preparation for their morning sparring session. Liam remains entranced by his father's story.
By Kenan Levesque4 years ago in Fiction
Oblivion
There weren't always dragons in the Valley…. That’s what was whispering through my mind when I opened my eyes. The first thing I saw was the stars winking down at me. I lay there for awhile studying them as if they knew where I was and how I’d gotten here. I waited a bit longer trying to remember. My memories evaded me like the fog slipping through the trees with exception of that haunting phrase about dragons. I gingerly stood up and swiped the dirt and leaves from my clothes. I glanced around me at the gathering shadows, even more pronounced now that the moon was at its peak.
By Kelsi brakel4 years ago in Fiction
The Blackest Night
The moonless sky was an obsidian cloak cast with clusters of silver starlight. The planet's surface bathed in abyssal black, an ill omen to the inhabitants of Half-Moon. All was quiet and still as an ancient tomb. The inhabitants barred every door and shut their shutters at this devil's hour. A mordant lake of water lapped along the bank, its sloshing slap the only echoing sound down the grimy cobbled streets. Everyone knew; that anyone caught in the blackness would never be seen again.
By S.N. Evans4 years ago in Fiction
Hero of Dayne
The noxious perfume of smoke, blood and dank cavern floods the giant chamber ahead. Lanky mottled-gray monsters sit surrounding a massive bonfire. Their throats reverberate with a cicada-like buzz at ear-splitting volume. Their too-large milky eyes stare transfixed upon the licking tongues of crimson flame, their razor-sharp claws digging into the cavern’s slick floor. One rises, lumbering into the shadows beyond the firelight. Returning, dragging a man by his hair, the monster tosses him onto the fire with ease. Gut-churning screams join the cacophonous din as a tower of black smoke drifts up toward a tall ominous statue, a pleasing sacrifice to their monstrous god.
By S.N. Evans4 years ago in Fiction
The Colony
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. Today, though, was a different story. As Jasper made his way through the desolate Merrimack Valley’s desert, one of those beasts emerged from the sky and blocked his passage. He was expecting to arrive at a colony, not encounter one of them.
By BPDCupcake4 years ago in Fiction
The Search for Dragons
"There weren’t always dragons in the Valley, but we were faced with a desperate situation." I raised my voice to capture their attention. Now, the patrons of the pub were hanging on my every word, with curious, eager eyes. I ate it up. I had come to the village of Sumax, halfway up Desert Peak Mountain. I continued, "Our land, Morax, of the Salovian Valley, is the most fertile on the continent, no offense to you fine people." I looked around the room, mostly seeing shrugs or vacant stares. I heard a few snickers. Fairly certain I hadn't truly offended anyone, I went on, "As you probably know, most of our neighbors trade peacefully, but we must be vigilant for those who wish to take Morax by force. A month ago, marauders came from the south with ill intent. We fought them off at great expense.
By Julie Lacksonen4 years ago in Fiction
The Valley Of The Tempest And The Void
There weren't always dragons in the Valley, but there have always been spiders, in the cool dark places where one would seek out shelter from the heat of afternoons spent on frivolous and anxiety ridden waves of silly behaviours. Hunting for Sport instead of need, glaring at people with haughty or insolent expressions, stealing into peoples dwellings as a sneak thief to snatch away jelously guarded treasures, brawling with life and a community for no real gain that means anything. Any feelings of dissatisfaction, disapproval, or disappointment are shrugged off with a "Hey, but you know, it's ME" expression. Said expression is humorous for a minute , and then makes someone feel like a fool for letting that one get passed you. Those dark recesses,though, are home to beings that do not tarry with frivolous nor silly behaviours............
By Roy Whipple4 years ago in Fiction
Dragons Among Us
There weren't always dragons in the valley. It used to be a quiet little grove, with a quiet little village in the center. Life was filled with hardworking days and uneventful nights filled with the songs of crickets in the trees. Until, that is, the wizards started to come out of the big cities to avoid the plague that was spreading like wild fire. We opened the doors to our taverns, inns, and homes. They were guests and were welcomed as such.
By Nikki Greco4 years ago in Fiction