Adventure
Journey to the East
“There weren't always dragons in the valley…" Atsyrukh turned to look at his companion. Dzerassa didn’t notice, too busy rubbing at a cheek reddened by summer sun. She was staring off into the distance, watching water flow along a canal. Sluggish, shallow, and vaguely mud coloured water. Still, the midday heat left her aching for a dip.
By Ibn Khaldun4 years ago in Fiction
Oath of Vengeance
There weren't always dragons in the valley. At least, that is what Papa said. Naanji couldn't imagine it without them. She was crouched high up in a tree, one hand on the branch above, the other on her bow. From here she could see almost all of Nilahiin. It sprawled through the valley, enveloping the river Lil. The wooden buildings all looked remarkably similar, blending in with the rainforest. The unison between the town and the forest was ruined by the huge red flags that were littered throughout Nilahiin. They signified the presence of the Empire, who had become known, due to an infamous but no doubt mythical faction of the military, as the dragons. Naanji didn't believe the rumours about the factions powers, but many did. She did believe in the power of the Empire however, and she still found it hard to believe that Papa had seen the valley without their presence. To her, they were part of the valley, just like the trees, the river and the rain.
By Matty Dodd4 years ago in Fiction
It's Their World Now
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. They’d forced us underground into a war bunker. Three years later, I left the hatch, and one of them stood before me. Smoke billowed from its pulsing nostrils. It stared with thin, dagger-like pupils on red eyeballs. Its breaths were deep and guttural. I couldn’t move. The heat being emitted from the black-scaled beast prickled my face. It was as if my skin was melting. There wasn’t even any fire. Not yet. But then it brandished its fangs. Was this the end? Out of the bunker for only five minutes—tasked to find help for everyone still trapped underground—and I faced an instant cremation?
By Scott Wasilewski (SW Author)4 years ago in Fiction
Sol, The Witch and The dragon of Esmeltar
Chapter 1 There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. Like most of Treacle village, Sol Bradley Francis hadn’t believed in their existence. Sol knew only the children in Ms Park's second-hand book shop who spoke of dragons. Them and the old witch.
By Casey J.D. Hartley4 years ago in Fiction
The Valley of Shadow and Flame
There weren’t always dragons in The Valley, there weren’t always demons either… Unfortunately, The Valley was never green or lush, never bountiful nor verdant. It never proffered life or abundance. However, it was never desolate either. This was the perfectly imperfect sanctuary for the damned. It was the harmony in the discord of the vast ocean that was the world. Admittedly it was strenuous, but it was there, there is an honour amongst thieves after all. Across the vast canyon narrow settlements were forged around the constant flow of trade routes connecting greater lands of greater abundance where gold glistened and fabrics flowed. The Valley was home to few, far fewer than the droves of men that they welcomed and the few that were brave enough to call them home were often those who were lost. Some say the lost could find a home here, the home that is the rock, resilient against the churning tide of trade and money, lust and fortune. The rock that most wary merchants tried their utmost to ignore or avoid for fear of running aground and drowning in the debauchery.
By D. J. Bond4 years ago in Fiction
Wardens of the Wild
There weren't always wyverns in the valley. Wyverns belonged in the peaks of mountains and were supposed to rule the skies. When Abel was young, his elders had told him stories of a world with thousands of these majestic creatures, beautiful and terrifying in equal measure. They had existed for eons before humanity discovered magic and emerged from the caves where they once hid.
By Aaron Paulos4 years ago in Fiction
The Brood Mother
“There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. Once the young adults of Asidea hunted lion lizards to gain their rank with the elders. Now we hunt dragonlings in this cold with creatures driven mad by the Brood Mother's mists.” Ada rolled her eyes at the melodramatic voice. Slowly, she sucked in a cold breath then glanced up at the thick mist twisting through the gnarled, white branches of a lone standing marrowic tree. It was best not to talk while hunting dragonlings, but they had been walking for hours without a sign of their quarry.
By Zion Petrie4 years ago in Fiction
Dominion Over the Taffrail
La Linterna Del Mar, a century-old galleon captained by Sancho Navarro, following the southernmost coast of the Spanish Indies, and being bound by time, sailed northward into a tempest. Heeling in the wind and rocking violently against the waves, the 161 souls on board held fast for their lives. The ocean and wind conspired for the duration of three days and three nights, claiming thirteen souls to the depths of the sea. The Captain, Sancho Navarro, after witnessing his own nephew be swept over the taffrail and lost to the sea, ordered that the crew withdraw from their posts and pray together below deck while he remained at the helm. In the morning after the tempest had lifted and the sun rose from the east, Sancho and some of the crew fell to their knees thanking God for preserving them, while others cursed God, for now, they were afloat on a windless sea.
By Porter Thorkelson4 years ago in Fiction
