Adventure

Thai And The Golden Dragon Token
There weren’t always dragons in the valley... When Thai was a boy he lived in a cabin near the village. Back then it was a quiet and peaceful place. One day when he was playing alone, which he often did being an only child, he wondered into the dark forest that was near to his home. He didn’t know that it was forbidden to man. He walked further into the dark foggy forest. He glanced to his side he jumped back from fear! He saw giant skeletons hanging in the trees. Taking a deep breath he walked further and found an abandoned camp. He went into the camp and saw skeletons scattered everywhere side by side. He was very nervous at this point! He walked further into the camp. Then he heard a strange whispering sound in the distance. He was trying to hear what it was saying when his attention was drawn to his mother’s voice calling him back home. He turned and ran home! He did not realize that his curiosity would one day drastically change his life and all of life in the peaceful valley.
By Rachael Parnis4 years ago in Fiction
An Assassin in the Land of Dragons
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. Nearly a decade before the arrival of the terrifying species, war was an epidemic. The battles were constant and in every country. Families were brutally torn apart daily. Boys were trained to be soldiers, and women were prepared to become widows. There was no true life: only survival.
By Heather4 years ago in Fiction
The Septovices Mission
The Septovices Mission 37th Kynespring 241.3 Chapter 1: Cometh the hour Silence filled the air of the Ikarian war room as strands of red evening sun illuminated the varnished floor. In the centre of the room sat a gargantuan war table awash with paperwork which made the intricate world map painted on its surface barely visible. Nestled beside the table was the famous yet almost decrepit naval hero. The years of cigars and brandy were apparent in the gentleman’s voice as the half-choked wisp of a voice drifted across the silent chamber from Commodore Wulfbacker. ‘Congratulations Midshipman.. cough cough’. Opposite, a young cadet officer with sand coloured hair tied neatly at the back of his head, was obediently stood to attention before the commodore. He wore an untarnished, deep blue officer’s uniform with white breeches and stockings. He wore the ‘Kingsman’ ribbon on his lapel denoting his excellency throughout his recent training. Lord Yorik Wulfbacker however was an aged man, yet a formidable naval commander - with one arm amputated below his left elbow sporting a small brass ring in place of a hand, which he smoked with. ‘Thank you, sir’ the midshipman replied sternly, masquerading his nervous enthusiasm. A leather satchel containing his few belongings hung diagonally from his shoulder, underneath which he clutched his black bicorn naval hat in veneration of the aged sea bear before him. This man’s name was Leo Meridias. He held the bound edict papers he had been handed with an equal reverence.
By Kevin Tomas4 years ago in Fiction
There, and Not There
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. Now there were at least two. And she needed to find them. Actually she would have to accomplish much more than that: not to steal away any weapon or treasure, but to return one.
By Mark Francis4 years ago in Fiction
The Semi-Warring States Of Dragon Valley
There weren’t always dragons in the valley that sits between the kingdoms of Dunkren and Rabicula. In fact, before their sudden and mysterious disappearance a few days ago, they had only been there roughly three hundred years.
By Brian Rosen4 years ago in Fiction
The cursed
-There weren't always dragons in the valley... Elias left his sentence hanging as he pulled a small, finely crafted wooden box from his pocket. Ceremoniously, as if he had rehearsed these gestures over and over again, he opened it to extract several pieces of wood that he arranged on a table in front of him. After rolling up the sleeves of his long red tunic, he began to fit the curious objects together. As he did so, he glanced at the crowded room, which never took their eyes off him.
By TheLittleBelgian4 years ago in Fiction
Professor Wildernose's Extensive Adventurings of High Peril in Sun-Shard Valley, with comments from Penny Tossleflea
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. First, came the primordial beings of ancient history… nobody remembers these. They barely even live on in the myths and legends of our earliest ancestors. And even then, the details vary greatly with our understanding of pre-gnomish existential episodes.
By Sam Smethurst4 years ago in Fiction
Liang Diaries
There weren’t always Dragons in the valley. The roofs of our homes were free of their footprints. The night air was devoid of their whispers. And our streets were spared their violent appetites. But over the years they slowly crept back into existence. I’ve lived my entire life with their mysterious presence but I’ve heard the stories of when they were discovered. Uncovered. At first, they were a myth. Like tales of the magic that coursed through the veins of this city. A shadow to represent the city's anxieties and fears. A threat to scare little children off to bed. But eventually, they stepped out of those shadows. Their influence over us grew, as did their ambitions. They are the economy, the government, law enforcement, criminals, and providers. They steal, they give, they hunt, and they survive.
By Cailyn Elyse4 years ago in Fiction
The Representative.
There weren’t always dragons in the valley. Perhaps it was simply dumb luck. Citizens from the great trade port of Olasethiel to the peaceful glades of Eldeth’s Rest lived in peace, Unaware that to the north of the Great Valley lived creatures so powerful and terrifying that with a single exhale they could immolate an entire town. The few explorers that had ventured towards the mountain range outside the valley hadn’t truly grasped the danger. The dragons were inherently territorial, and inherently selfish. They hoarded wealth and hunted indiscriminately whatever had the misfortune of wandering onto their lands.
By Seb Ross4 years ago in Fiction
A triangle across the sky
Martha Longthorn sat at the reception desk of the Beconsby Chronicle. She opened a desk drawer and took out a black crystal. She lifted her skirt and held the crystal between her legs. Outside, a few passersby went past on their anonymous business. Then she noticed a man on the opposite side of the street, looking across at the Chronicle office. He wore a beanie hat and a long dark-green jacket. A carrier bag dangled from one hand, whilst the other clasped a walking stick. He started to cross the road towards her. She hurriedly replaced the crystal in the drawer.
By Aiden Turnbow4 years ago in Fiction
The Ember in the Dark
We are the descendants of the old gods, and we carry their magic in our blood. We hold the secrets of humanity in our hearts and the truth in our minds. These messages have been passed down and translated through generations in secret. We were once fiercely respected and listened to. We were once deeply loved, and we were feared and admired. We were advisors, guardians, and defenders to great leaders and the greatest legends. We were the protectors of humanity, and yet we hide from it.
By Rosie J. Sargent4 years ago in Fiction
The New History of Dragons
There weren’t always dragons in the valley, I would say there weren’t many dragons in the world since the last war so many years ago, which almost wiped out the humans. The history books made it seem like the dragons, monsters and the unknown areas were the most dangerous things out in the world, but I knew better. Before we begin this tale of mystery, adventure and the shift of a new world’s order I would like to introduce myself. Hi, I’m Genevieve Athens, I’m sixteen years old and I come from a family of merchants and travelers.
By Christina Sweat4 years ago in Fiction