Fantasy
Dragon Corps
There weren’t always dragons in the valley. Issac remembered those words spoken to him time and time again. It was always the other part of that saying that chilled him to his core. Issac stood on the rampart, watching the dragon fly in the distance. A gentle breeze blew around him, lifting his white cape away from his body. The white plume of his helmet struggled to break from the grasp of his arm. The sun glistened off of his white armor trimmed with gold.
By Zachary Payne4 years ago in Fiction
The Anxious Hero, Prologue
June 14, 1999, Portland, Maine Witches and wizards often, though not always, went to special hospitals. There were a couple of reasons for this. For one thing, while most magicians lived a normal human lifespan, a few could live thousands of years. For medical reasons, it was most optimal for a doctor to know that a patient was millennia old. Some “regular” doctors could be trusted with this kind of secret. (“Regular” was a neutral, non-derogatory term that magicians used for humans without magical powers.) Others could not. Another reason was that those with supernatural powers tended to attract enemies with supernatural powers. One of the traditional roles of good witches and wizards was to protect regulars from malevolent witches and wizards and other dangerous supernatural entities. Not all witches and wizards embraced this kind of calling and instead preferred to focus on working as stage magicians or pursuing a life of solitude and simple pleasures. But most magicians either focused on protecting—or victimizing—regulars. Magicians who focused on protecting regulars often had to deal with attempted attacks from whatever dark supernatural entities saw them as an obstacle. This meant that going to a normal hospital could put regular patients and staff in serious danger. It was far safer for everyone for them to go to a hospital with magical security. Today, three magicians and three regulars were at the only magical hospital located in the town of Portland, known as Burr Hospital. It was named for Aaron Burr who had been both a prominent American politician and a secret wizard who used his powers to make Alexander Hamilton’s gun malfunction, allowing him to win a duel against the former Treasury Secretary.
By Charles Boyd4 years ago in Fiction
Eye of Voltare
"There weren't always dragons in the valley." The eye slot slammed closed enshrouding the young man in the alleyway in darkness. A mechanism cranked as the door slowly opened emitting a soft light into the alley. The man slid into the doorway as it slammed shut behind him.
By Zachary Payne4 years ago in Fiction
Death of a Dragon
“There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. We all know the stories, myths really of the age before they arrived a simple time; one of peace, quiet yet prosperity. The stories say that one day our valley will return to that time, but I don’t believe it. Nobody really does it's just one of those stories that are told to entertain troublesome children, and give those who are either stupid or desperate enough some scrap of hope. The truth is that even if we could go back to those times, who would want to, dragons brought us a gift greater than anything we ever had, they gave us magic. Magic allowed us to create wonders we had never even dreamed of before and surpass even our wildest expectations. I believe in magic, I believe in dragons, and I believe in myself and my ability to bring our great nation of Valdera to the future. Our future doesn’t lie in the Valley, it lies beyond in a world we haven’t seen since the first age. I intend to cross the Black Mountains and discover what treasures lie beyond for the betterment of all of humanity, if you want to be a part of this vote for Trajan Beckett ”.
By Ryder Jacobson4 years ago in Fiction
Fools and Sages
There weren’t always dragons in the valley. They arrived before I was born about three decades prior to my birth. Galya Farja was a peaceful place before that, or so I’ve heard. They say the dragons came because the people were too sinful, too self-indulgent, too savage. The Metanoia people were the ones who lived here before but now they are called Drearians by the Benin people. The Benins showed up a little before the dragons. The Benins blame the sinful savageness of the Drearians for the dragons’ arrival. This is what we are all taught in school from the first day to the last. I was raised by my father, the head of agriculture of the valley. My mother was a Drearian, and she was killed in an accident right after I was born, so they say. My father and her never married, he married his own kind and had my half-sister, Tamar. I’m a half-breed and there is only so much my father’s power can get me. I work at the pub in town. Alcohol is forbidden and I don’t mind that, we serve cider mostly and other drinks. It’s mostly just a place for all the Benin men to come after work to avoid their boring lives at home. The Benin women do not come to the pub. Drearian women do though, along with the Drearian men.
By Raine Fielder4 years ago in Fiction
Sun-baked Newt
Marayva strolled along the edge of the swamp with her back straight and her head held high. She knew that they would be watching through the crows, skunks, and other creatures that favored the night bond. In truth, she found that she drew a lot of pleasure from them watching her defiance. A thrill ran up her spine as she crested the last hill and saw where the three unlikely pieces of nature met.
By Alyssa Hawkins4 years ago in Fiction
Polaris
There was a rumour that Aden Livingston had crawled his way back from the next life after making a deal with a Dark Witch. The deal, so the story goes, that he would be brought back under one condition, the Witch would take his soul as payment. As a result, Aden’s eyes became red, warning everyone that he came in contact with that he was a demon, or at the very least, pretty damn close.
By Dani Argent4 years ago in Fiction
The Study of Dragons
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. In the last century it was rare for them to even come down from the Blue Mountains. Today was a special day, and Elias had no intention of wasting it. Rumors had spread to the small village of Silla, located only miles away from the Valley, when the two creatures had appeared. The villagers became worried, whispers of leaving their homes behind and moving closer to the royal city have been ever present. Elias had no fear of the new neighboring creatures. He had spent years researching the great beasts of legend through ancient tomes and fossils, but never had the opportunity to study them live and up close until today. He could be the first person in history to document dragons in the flesh rather than rely on old stories and folklore.
By Mindy Boroi4 years ago in Fiction
