Fantasy
The Dragon of DarkWood Valley
There weren’t always dragons in the valley. Back in the early days of Darkwood, there was peace in the valley. Most of the different races got along with each other, with the dwarfs living in the different mountain ranges and the elves and other races, including the humans, all living throughout Darkwood valley.
By K.C. Keats4 years ago in Fiction
I Am My Father's Son
I Am My Father s Son In a time and place, where humans were not the only race, a halfling stood on a hill overlooking a field. His waist length hair flowed behind him in the breeze, revealing his pointed ears. He was of a dark complexion, like his father, and his curls made his hair seem like a lion’s mane. My name is James Allan Nathaniel Paul, he thought, such a long name for such a small me. James, it means sup-planter, and I am here to replace my father, the great hero, and follow in his footsteps. My father, the great adventurer bard, that long ago inspired our community to not conform to change. I am nothing compared to him. While he was thinking, his sister’s voice rang out, echoing across the field.
By Amy Chris Keiper aka LC Harrison4 years ago in Fiction
Amil After the Wars
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. They had existed, deep within the mountains, crouching in caves and venturing out to steal wandering sheep at night. The fishermen of the coastal hamlets reported seeing them fishing on nights when the moon was almost full, and the fish could be seen in the cold azure waters of the Blacksmiths Sea.
By Amber Yozelle Barber4 years ago in Fiction
Let-Go-My-Eggo
There weren’t always dragons in the valley, Mr. Peters explained. Before the dragons and dinosaurs there were many evolving creatures that existed. Even for those with almost invulnerable bodies fit for life on this planet, the end came suddenly. They too made way for even more incredible creatures and life forms.
By Eladio Del Castillo4 years ago in Fiction
Birthright
The old woman hugged the worn, gray cloak closer to her breast and the sleeping child she held. Though the ride had been rough nearly the entire way from the capital city of Falladia the sleeping babe had hardly stirred except to feed and be changed. She's a special child, thought the old witch. Born into a broken and torn world but perhaps I can give her a chance...
By Vikki Head4 years ago in Fiction
The Event
The Event Chapter 1 There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. The village elders told us dragons only appeared after the Event. Seated around the evening fire, we all listened respectfully to their stories about the time before, but a few of us knew their tales weren’t based on fact. Even as a youngling, listening intently as the elders read excerpts from the ancient tomes describing great battles between Spell Slingers and Death Walkers, I knew there was more to the story.
By Mark Gagnon4 years ago in Fiction
