Fantasy
Creatures
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. We weren't always terrified to simply live but, one frozen winter night amid the blizzards the tribes elders saw a light. A distant beam that pierced the night sky like the great sun after a long night of celebration, The village elders called out to us from the edge of the village beckoning us to join in watching of this so proclaimed miracle. But a miracle it was not it really was more of a calamity. Soon after the elders had stopped screaming the entire village had gathered at the towns edge shocked in awe, simply mesmerized by the beams glory.
By johannes eberl4 years ago in Fiction
The Anti- VCAC Movement
There weren't always dragons in the valley. That was the most disturbing part about the valley. How could a creature as dangerous and pronounced as a Dragon just randomly appear? I mean did a random mixing of breeds occur and then out came these wild mutated... dragons. Seems unlikely!
By Elijah Davis4 years ago in Fiction
Curse of the Dragons
Curse of the Dragons Fiona Howell Chapter One There weren’t always dragons in the valley. The valley used to be a quiet and peaceful place, a place that was perfectly safe. A place where anyone would want to raise their children. The dragons came when the witch died.
By Fiona Howell4 years ago in Fiction
The Hidden
Chapter 1 “There weren’t always dragons in the valley,” said Lilia. Her wrinkled brow bent downward over her pale blue eyes, “When I was a little girl, a long long time ago, the elders of our village summoned the great beasts from their mountain caves to come down and live in the valley as our protectors.” I watched as she took her wooden staff and drew a line in the dirt. All of us children inched closer from our seated positions to see what she was doing. “You see, there were terrible creatures, monsters, who lived on the other side of the valley. Our village of Moritha is here,” she explained, drawing a circle on the ground a few inches from the line, “All that we had to protect us from the evil creatures, was this valley.” She tapped on the line with her staff. She then drew several mountain peaks around our village, “These mountains which surround our village, they were once the home of the dragons.” I turned my head to gaze up at the mountains, their snowy peaks seemingly scraping the sky. “How did the elders summon the dragons, Lilia?” A chubby boy next to me asked, his hands grasping his criss-crossed legs in anticipation. “Our elders climbed the mountain and bravely approached the dragons in their caves. They promised that half of all our crops, livestock, and treasure would be given every year in return for their protection of the valley. Dragons are guardian creatures. They always need a treasure to protect,” Lilia replied, drawing our symbol for gold on the ground.
By Jenna Tomovich4 years ago in Fiction
The First Dragon Rider
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. At least that's what the stories say. The stories tell us of a world now lost to time, where magic roamed free and great beasts had the ability to cross time and space, and step through rifts into other worlds. Kings hunted them, desperate to have that ability. Their greedy hearts wanted to rule dimensions, not just their own kingdoms, won by bloodshed or birthright. That was a millennia ago. Those days are long gone. Magic has long since left our world, and sealed us from the World-Walkers, leaving the dragons behind. No one has ever dared venture into the Valley, and those who were stupid enough to try, never returned. Until me. I am Nova Amara, and I am the first Dragon Rider in centuries. It's probably wise to start that the beginning, so here is my story.
By Alexandra Kirk4 years ago in Fiction
Lucid
I arose to see the vivid colors of planets only yards away from where I stood. The flowers bloomed in various shapes, sizes, and colors; though I had never seen such beautiful plant life. A soft, warm breeze tangoed with my hair and brushed my cheeks. I saw no wildlife, nor heard any birds. It was very still and quiet.
By Malaney Evans4 years ago in Fiction
If the Sky Could Dream…
“There weren't always dragons in the Valley.” I always began my introductory lecture to the Joint Exploratory classes the same way. There were a few grumbles from the larger students, but they were too well-mannered to make their voices heard this early in the semester. And that was important, to me at least. I always endeavored to be as partisan and even-handed as possible. If they'd just wait to hear what I had to say...
By Hillora Lang4 years ago in Fiction
A Fighting Chance
Prologue The fog rose from the dark, sleek cobble stone street. The light from the street lamp reflected on the pavement as rain pelted down creating puddles mirroring the dark night. A man with silver white hair that was tied back in a low ponytail with a white beard ran down the street carrying a basket with a sleeping baby in it.
By Adrianna M. Braun4 years ago in Fiction
Extinguished Knighthood
“There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. Back before humans tarnished most of this planet, there was no need for us. That’s what I was told, anyways. I don’t think there’s anyone left who can confirm it, though. All I know is that once humans started conquering parts of Earth from the native species, we were called to keep them under control.
By Daniel Freeman 4 years ago in Fiction
