Adventure
Dragons By Any Other Name ...
Reader reference : ve(he/she), ver(him/her), vis(his/her/hers), verself(himself/herself) ”There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. Is that what you are telling us?” The question drifts down from the raised central platform of the tribunal chamber. Lead Council Member Raeloss and his glare loom ominously.
By N. S. Robbins4 years ago in Fiction
Dragon of the Ninth Gate
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. Dormiera was once a proud and prosperous nation ruled by Emperor Justus Gavia and his wife, Empress Octavia. After the second season of harvest, an earthquake tore through the foundations of the land—releasing a swarm of flying ice creatures from the depths of the underworld. Like a plague, the pearl-colored dragons mercilessly massacred men, women, and children throughout the country. The dragons were known as the Dwellers of Dormiera and encased the land in a frozen tundra.
By Tyrell McKinney4 years ago in Fiction
Dark Coal
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. When there were, they traveled in swift bands, driving several hundred-head herds of bonecrest kine from the northern steppes toward the lusher grasslands south of the Veil. They never rested while within the valley's steep, mountain-walled confines. They were never alone.
By Talitha Rose4 years ago in Fiction
The Chalciren
Make sure to check out the narration video! Without further ado: There weren’t always Dragons in the Valley. Long ago, a people fought valiantly to drive them from the land. They called themselves the forerunners, and they would not give up what little peace they found. Swords gripped firm and shields held high, they fought doggedly to whatever ends, and from the ashes of dragon fire, they stood victorious. The defeated dragons admired the forerunners bravery despite their dispute. This was not the first of the forerunner's hardships.
By Ryan Benjamin Coakley4 years ago in Fiction
The Botanist
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. They arrived shortly after the departure of Kayde Vermilion Jay Wilde Oldanthinan, who was sent to boarding school on account of being too unsociable. If you’re wondering about the name, she was royalty. Twenty fifth Oldanthinan heir to the glass throne. Royalty always have ridiculous names.
By Katie woods4 years ago in Fiction
Secrets from the embers
There weren’t always dragons in the valley. Once the land was dotted with sleepy towns and quiet forests. The mountain top and its out stretching valleys were a sturdy, comforting presence. But now, every dawn the earth trembled as the great beasts awoke and the days were filled with screeching and the harsh sting of smoke.
By Kit Tomlinson4 years ago in Fiction
Sleeping Dogs
There weren’t always dragons in the valley. Now, at least two or three flew into town every day! Tom looked up from the turnip patch as another one soared overhead. The occasional thundercrack of its wings seemed to shove all the air directly into Tom’s eyes and ears, and he watched as the impossibly large beast banked toward the town, the dim sunlight glinting off its rider’s armor.
By Malcolm Roach4 years ago in Fiction
The Riders of Dust and Ash
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. They used to be stories, myths told down through generations. Dragons felt like a collective thought, completely unreal, but fun to imagine. And that was the way things were, until the Eruption. The way my grandfather tells it, every single volcano exploded in ash and fire. Through the smoke, dragons came crawling out of the pits like ants. Thousands of dragons took to the skies that fateful day and began destroying everything in their wake.
By Nina Bennett4 years ago in Fiction
The Tavern
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. At least, that’s what they were telling everyone. Inoriel knew better, of course. And she had tried to warn them. Every time she had caught a glimpse of huge dark wings overhead, or heard that familiar distant roar, she had alerted her father and the other elders immediately, though over the years she learned that she would only be ignored at best, and made to do hard labor at worst. She still shuddered when she remembered the time she had been sent to muck out the latrines. She had interrupted an important policy meeting that time, and Jarl Bergamund’s patience for her “impish nonsense”, as he called it, had long since run out. But no matter what she endured, she had always felt it was her duty to protect her home from the mysterious threat that only she seemed to be aware of.
By Brittany Bailey4 years ago in Fiction
Dragons In The Valley
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. Then again, there weren’t always people in the Valley, so there was no reason for them to be there in the first place. First come the people. Then comes the chaos. Then come the Dragons. So it was, so it is, so, it would seem, it would ever be.
By John Giurin4 years ago in Fiction
