Adventure

The Renegade Saga
“There weren’t always dragons in the valley, laying waste to the fields and seizing all the wealth they could wrap their talons around,” the radical called out to the crowd of eager listeners gathered before him, a trace of desperate fervour in his voice. Dangerous words, Mae thought to herself as she strolled past the young agitator on her dapple grey steed, Nymph. Dangerous words.
By William Whooley4 years ago in Fiction
Lee Jin In "Orange, Peeling"
The second-story man turned out to be… a woman, of substantial temerity and aptitude. Not only was she able to determine, in the darkness of a mid-October night in 1937, the exact fire escape, and floor, of the room she was intent upon infiltrating; she was able to sidestep the unwelcome attentions, both benign and hostile, of neighbors and cops alike. Until she was not.
By Eric Wolf4 years ago in Fiction
The Map is Wrong
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. They have to be invited in, you see. And who in their right mind would ever want to invite Dragonkind into a prosperous, Human-Populated Land Since Time Immemorial? At least that's how Da always put it, I don't use words that big. But Da always talked about this being a human place, with human-sized stuff, and now we have to build all these things like twice as big for dragon size. Unless we like standing outside in the rain, and then what's the point?
By Meredith Harmon4 years ago in Fiction
Empire of the Sun
Chapter 1 There weren't always dragons in the Valley. Maleen was three when the first dragon riders flew over the mountain pass, their scales glittering in the bright morning sun rising over Kechua and all its people.
By SD Espada4 years ago in Fiction
Destined to be Evil
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. Before I came into this world... this place used to be simple, you could almost say it was normal.
By Evey Zach4 years ago in Fiction
Among the Living
Chapter One: Awakening the Beast “There weren't always dragons in the Valley.” The words echoed from the darkness, ragged and breathless. Elora's pulse quickened, and her grip tightened on the hilt of her Ghoststrike blade. She could barely make out the shape of the figure just beyond the dim light of the fire.
By Ramina Arce4 years ago in Fiction
The Royal House | Chapter 2 | The Heist
The next four days went by quickly. Ace laid out his plans for shutting down security. Queen secured two invitations to the auction. King did, well, whatever it is that King does. I holed myself up in my apartment, working day and night on my forgery, covering up an old painting of mine. Every day, the four of us would meet back at the warehouse, updating each other on our progress, and running through our plans countless times. Everything had to be perfect.
By Jonathan Marsden4 years ago in Fiction
The Royal House | Chapter 1 | The Crew
I woke up on the morning of Sunday, January 12th, and went on my daily three-mile run. On my way home, I stopped by the usual hole-in-the-wall coffee shop for breakfast; ham and cheese on a bagel, and went back home. I put my keys in the door to my apartment, took a shower, and went to the mirror to shave. I spread shaving cream over my short beard and took the razor to it. After putting on some aftershave, I studied my appearance. I'm a fairly short man, only five foot nine inches, with dirty blonde hair, and a lean build. The most curious feature, however, were my eyes, one gold, one silver. After getting dressed for the day, in simple jeans and a t-shirt, and went to my kitchen to eat my bagel. There was a letter on the table that hadn’t been there when I got home. I looked around cautiously before grabbing it and slitting the top of the envelope, to take out the letter. All there was was an address and time:
By Jonathan Marsden4 years ago in Fiction
The Binding Blood
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. At least, not while the Humanoid Republic thrived. As legend has it, dragons were the original dominant species on the planet Soul as well as the inventors of alchemy and astrology and founders of magic; the combination of which brought the bipedal Humanoid Class into existence through Shamava’s experimentation with Huma’natur’rah, meaning ‘Those Beneath Our Shadows.’ Thus, after thousands of years and plenty of failed iterations, thirteen species had evolved with equally comparable intelligence. There are the four omnivorous Primates: Furless, Ape, Dwarf, and Elf; the four carnivorous Beasts: Canine, Feline, Rodent, and Reptilian; the three herbivorous Grazers: Ungulate, Bovine, and Hippopotamus (or Orcs, for short); the deciduous Seedlings; and, finally, the now extinct Cetaceans. Shamava’s intention was to propagate stewards of Soul for when dragons ascended to another world. However, Kahba the Conqueror thought Soul should belong to dragons forever and sought to enslave Humanoids and all “lesser” beings. Some followed while the remainder supported Shamava's Dream and defended the Humanoids in a great battle that lasted a single day: The Eclipse of Onrico. Being a legend as such, not much is known beyond that day nor why any dragon influence had since ceased. One thing is known for certain: they have reappeared in the Valley of Shamava and not with peaceful intentions, it would seem.
By Andrew Leider4 years ago in Fiction
Elven Artifact of the Lost City
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley, once there was a glorious city built by the ancient Elven folk that has since passed into the astral plains far from mortal eyes. Now their city lies in ruin in this abysmal lonely valley where hungry dragon screeches can be heard echoing up into the mountains, where many wicked dark beasts stalk beneath the dragon’s nests waiting for a few morsels to fall through. It has been said that a magical artifact is hidden deep within the ancient city, an artifact so powerful that if put into the wrong hands could destroy everything. It seems the dragons and beasts are there to guard such a dangerous artifact.
By Lisa Staires4 years ago in Fiction
A Terrible Fate
A Terrible Fate It was a fairly small place; attracting, from what I could tell, mostly local patronage from the south side of the city. It certainly looked appealing from the outside; with thick, stained glass windows, an arching mansard roof, and an old, though well-kept sign hanging from the canopy above the front door; swinging creakily in the wind and the rain.
By Robert Pettus4 years ago in Fiction
The Mark
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. That was how the Elders had always liked to begin the stories they’d told about the time before the dragons joined the Jai many centuries ago. And as Liam soared over the Valley, leaning carefully around his mount to stare at the sweeping expanse of grass, river and rock rich with frolicking dragons of every shape and colour, now basically turned into a dragon pasture where they bred and trained the creatures, it was indeed hard to believe it had ever been any different. It was certainly a welcome sight after the Darklands. Even his mount let out a rumbling snarl and beat her wings with new fervour, just as relieved as he was to be back in what actually looked like home.
By Lexie G4 years ago in Fiction