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THE LAST GREAT HOPE FOR EARTH
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. The last 30 years have certainly changed this world of ours. I think it all started to shift back in 2020 with the Covid Pandemic. What should have been a matter of medical mandates, with quarantine being of utmost importance, became a political powder keg. You could see in the last few decades before the Pandemic hit, that the Spirit of Offense was gaining strength – grudges abounded. The Pandemic only made it worse. Hoax/no hoax, quarantine/don't quarantine, mask/don't mask, close schools/open schools, vaccinate/don't vaccinate. We were supposed to learn from history – but we didn't. It's been said that there are 3 kinds of people: wise, smart and foolish. The foolish person makes a mistake, and then continues to make the same mistake over and over again. They never learn. The smart person makes a mistake, learns from it, adjusts appropriately, and never makes that mistake again. But the wise person never makes the mistake in the first place because they learn from others mistakes. We weren't wise. We weren't even smart. We were foolish because we had history to learn from, and we didn't learn. All through history there have been Pandemics, the last being the Spanish flu in 1918. We didn't learn. We had too many people spouting anger over their "personal freedoms" being infringed upon versus concern over controlling a deadly virus and keeping it from mutating. Even Christians neglected the fact that the concept of quarantining was Biblical. In Biblical times, lepers were quarantined from the main group.
Lynn LeachPublished 2 years ago in Futurism"Ring me up, Dante!"
“There weren’t always dragons in the Valley,” Andante read. His cadence fought between sounding like a piece of renowned literature and an oxymoron. “There were Phoenix” Azure finished. The two brothers looked at each other. It dawned on them that they had possibly found something incredibly sinister. A morse code only understood by the inhabitants of Jupiter. “Can you two bird brains, stop gawking at each other and move with some sense of urgency?” A tall man walked by them, his steps along the palace floor were graceful, yet displayed reluctance. Andante pulled his younger brother by the forearm just short of where the tattooed phrase “THEY WERE PHOENIX” rested in fancy Jupiterian calligraphy. He tailed after the handsome man keeping a vice grip on the sudden revelation. His gaze focused through the ceiling-high windows of the long corridor at the city, all the while making sure he didn’t fall behind. The eternal tempest in the Jupiterian skies roared as loud as usual at this time of Sol. From the farthest reach of their planet, the Jupiterians congregated by the millions in the sky of the capital, overshadowing the sounds of their very planet with their impatience and small talk. Flashes of blue, and white lightning lit up the sky, seemingly to have its own free will. They called them “Dragons.” It surged in and out through the haze and gas the planet emitted and acted as a gate to the innermost cities of Jupiter. Unlike Gaia’s white mist known as clouds, the haze enshrouding this planet are eternal catastrophes. Hurricanes, ice storms, and the most violent dragons flashing in the blink of an eye. The temperatures could freeze the grandest of asteroids should one ever threaten the magnificent royal capital, Lionheart. A blanket of soft red light fell upon a quarter of the planet, signifying nightfall had begun in some part of the world. The moon alternated each night, this night, the moonlight that covered that part of the planet was Io. It became more apparent the dragons were being pulled to an area in the sky where the palace sat in the center of the planet, although no one in the crowd took any particular notice. The brothers hadn't realized the man had disappeared. At the end of the corridor stood two designated exits on opposite ends that read "AZURE" and "ANDANTE", just short of a beautiful throne room and a grand terrace further down the hall. The brothers looked at each other. "Time to ride the dragons," Azure remarked and they fell backward outside. Almost immediately, the lightning struck them zapping their bodies leaving not a trace of stardust. A bolt of magnificent lightning struck the palace in a blinding light, fading momentarily. The dragons and the Jupiterians fell silent. The ceremony had begun.
Nirvanhai Elixir O'RaahikojoPublished 2 years ago in FuturismThe Chronicles of The Nightwalker
Shahzul lived in a world where the spiritual realm and the physical realm coexisted. In her world , spirits and humans walked together and that was normal. She often visited a family members in other countries and loved that things in their daily lives were different from hers at home. As a child she was never told that when she left home she passed through different portals to other realms. Her family kept her sheltered from the truth about her world. They let her grow up completely unaware of the differences between her and her kin. At the age fifteen she became aware and was very scared and surprised. Every day she used to seeing her baby brother who she now knew was a soul collector, she still loved him so.. She even had a nickname for him . she called him Dominick even tho his name was Jinjah. He was the youngest and she loved him like he was her child. Each one of her siblings where trained in the spiritual arts. She believed that the spiritual arts represented life. She wore big glasses and had wild springy hair. She was also close to her shadow friend. They often had long talks about the places he had been. and the things he had seen. He also was a protector , just like Jinjah. They both were very protective of her. Shahzule had sisters too. A lot of them and they each had powers of their own. And my friends , that is another story for another day.
Lashandia MartinPublished 2 years ago in FuturismThe Chronicles of the Night Walker
The city is beautiful.. full of light,.. But, So much darkness dwells here. Most prefer to walk in the mornings, with the birds chirping, greeting the sun in motion. I however, walk at night. The silence of the night brings a peace that is hard to explain. there are no cars, bikes or motorcycles. Only you and the night time creatures. On one particular night I was joined by a man that called himself " Blankah". The way that he came to me is still very surprising, because I started out walking , just as I did any other night. I was carefully paying attention to my surroundings as usual, and out of nowhere I felt a hand grab mine. The way he grabbed my hand was so smooth in action, and as he took my hand I jumped, breaking my stride a bit, but he kept on walking and quickly I returned to my pace. Of course I was scared, "Who are you?! " I screamed. "Let my hand go! I don't know you!" He started laughing and simply said, "Yes you do. We pass each other everyday, and when you walk at night, I walk with you.." "Tonight I thought I would introduce myself and get to know you... And find out why you walk alone at night..." All kinds of thoughts started running through my mind. Will he try to kill me?, Is my taser fully charged? Why didn't I have my hunting knife on me?! What was I thinking?! The whole time we were still walking , holding hands. He looked at me and smiled sensing my fear and anger he began speaking to me calmly, " I didn't come to hurt you, I was just curious as to why you walked at night like you do, I guess you can say that my curiosity got the best of me and gave me the courage to speak to you" I looked at his face, studying his features. making sure that I memorized any little thing that would stand out in case he was lying about his intentions.
Lashandia MartinPublished 2 years ago in FuturismUmpa's Song
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. That’s what Umpa said, anyway. For a long time, Bix hadn’t believed him. How was it possible for dragons to simply not exist? The first time she had challenged his claim, she’d been only six years old. Scowling, chest out, her small hands fisted on her hips, Bix had looked her great-grandfather in the eye and boldly stated her disbelief. Umpa Carson was a weaver, after all. A skilled fluff weaver, yes, but also a weaver of tales. Bix knew that Umpa’s tales were not always based in truth or reality, so she had questioned him, argued even. How? Dragons were everywhere in the valley. How was she supposed to believe that once they had not been?
Allison RicePublished 2 years ago in FuturismDragonSplice
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. Let’s just say it wasn’t “fashionable.” Until Lilia LongCavern showed up one morning, strolling down the promenade as if she owned the entire town (of course her parents did) with a three-foot green strider on a gold chain, and it all changed. Now, you can’t take two steps without bumping into one of the nearly endless varieties of little creatures in tow by their proud owners. There’s a Dragon Park in the center of town, right next to Dragon Fashions and Dragon Boba Café. Dragon Envy will be happy to make sure you have every accessory needed, down to their platinum studded collars and their useless “flame retardant” leashes. Useless, you see, as no dragon big or small has breathed fire in a thousand years. Nor has any born in that millennia displayed the legendary magic each breed once possessed.
Dr. Stephen DunnivantPublished 2 years ago in FuturismThe Dragons Awaken
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. But Kai Courage knew how it started. He’d been feeling like an adventure that day because things at 9 Locks Lane were pretty depressing. The blues began when Mom lost her working license and Dad started sending only texts for Kai’s birthdays. It had been two years and the-almost-teenage boy didn’t understand why his mom didn’t fight back. Or SAY something. Anything. Yet when the men came around to check on their weekly surveys – gathering happiness scores – his mom would always lie.
Derek StraatPublished 2 years ago in FuturismThe Green Sun
Chapter 1 - Nia There weren't always dragons in the Valley, and the people of the town couldn’t have been more vexed when they arrived. “Dragons” is what younger me called the loud, smoking trains that ran along the tracks behind our house every day in Stone Valley. I'd just turned nine the first time I saw a dragon. Soon after was the last time I saw my mother, riding away on one. One night I watched her dash through the back door and skip across the grass as the dragon slowly made its way toward her. Me and Grandma just watched.
Kendra McFaddenPublished 2 years ago in FuturismOf Living in the Valley
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. Elliwesis wasn’t old enough to remember those days. Neither was her mother.
Elizabeth DriverPublished 2 years ago in FuturismBahati
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. They had come down from Mount Cameroon around the same time the land of New Benin was founded. Staying close to their original home, they settled in the part of New Benin that is now called Moto. The Fako Dragons rarely ventured out past Moto borders even within New Benin. The volcano would always be a sacred place for them and the people of Moto. These dragons were originally summoned by the high priestess, Adesina Baton, who used their magic to help the Baton family destroy the armies of the Western powers. Thus began the special relationship between the dragons and the Baton family, who have ruled Moto since its founding. The dragons had always bonded more strongly to one member of the family in each generation. These days they were still strongly bonded to Adesina’s great-great-grandson, Dragoni Baton, the current King of Moto. Now, almost two hundred years after she helped found the utopian paradise of New Benin, peace and prosperity were finally spreading to the rest of the continent of Africa. The seeds that were planted with her generation were sprouting up through the land, feeling their first rays of sunshine. The Festival of Peace planned for that evening was intended to celebrate the beginning of this New Era. The Era of Peace.
Kai WilsonPublished 2 years ago in FuturismBecoming a dragon queen
There weren't always dragons in the valley.... But then again, life is weird enough. With the discovery of dragons, there was also a mass influx of medical alterations that many people can perform on themselves, but I explain those later.
Jennisea RedfieldPublished 2 years ago in FuturismDragon on the USS Valley
[There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. Which raises the question why the hell would there be? After all the U.S.S. Valley NCC-99130 is a back water underrated starship that isn’t even commissioned to be able to fight our own battles as a rule. Heck the only weapons we have are defensive in nature and of course our personal weapons.
Timothy E JonesPublished 2 years ago in Futurism