Adventure

The Sinner's Blade
"There weren't always dragons in the Valley. Of course there weren't always a plague of darkness coming in from the west either, but here we are," Taeven said, fixing his boot straps for what seemed like the thousandth time that hour.
By John Eva4 years ago in Fiction
Dragonally
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. Within the crevices of the Valley, you can find yourself eye to eye with the redeyes. There's a secret that lingers in the alleyways that the redeyes live and gather at dusk to remain out of sight of villagers. Two years ago you wouldn’t find any of the dragons within this Valley. The creatures live outside of the Valley within caverns as assets and they would assist travelers in establishing a way of unit control. Dragons were on the verge of extinction with troubling illnesses due to the ownership of the capitalist. Many rules have changed since The Blast the population has decreased in size by four multiples. The Valley has grown smaller, buildings are not refurbished due to the government not providing funding. The Capital has not returned to visit the Valley to question the disappearance of the dragons as if they ceased to exist in the first place.
By Kristian B. Delpilar4 years ago in Fiction
Queen of Dragons
THERE WEREN’T ALWAYS DRAGONS IN THE VALLEY, but the predecessors were evil in their own way. These lands were once free of such creatures. The only vermin that existed were those that scurried down the alleyways, crawling into the locked chambers of their woeful, secret lovers who screamed into the night at a moon who would never sing back.
By Brianna FaJohn4 years ago in Fiction
Last Stand
There weren’t always dragons in the valley… There were first humans… humans fighting each other. The first thing she noticed were the crystals falling on her cheek. She slowly opened her eyes to reveal a gray sparkly sky that captivated her. It was so quiet... After a moment of staring she attempted to gather her thoughts until she noticed... She was on sand. Ignoring the impossible thought of light snow falling in a desert or beach, she sat up and was instantly zapped with a searing pain in her head… Had she been unconscious instead of asleep? Her hair was neatly put into a single long braid...
By Gabriel Walden4 years ago in Fiction
Mythical Nightmares
There weren't always dragons in the Valley and there definitely weren’t always giant glowing holes popping up all around the world that led to the dragons being in the Valley. That is reality though, which is great, and terrifying, and kind of confusing.
By Jessica Stratton4 years ago in Fiction
Something About Wormholes
There weren’t always dragons in the valley. To be fair, there weren’t always colonies of mushroom people in the forest or sentient scarecrows in the desert, either. If I remember correctly - and it’s getting hard to, I’ll tell ya - the dragons are the most recent, at least for this area, and they’ve been here for a few years.
By Megan Passerello4 years ago in Fiction
Valley of Fire, Prologue
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. The Valley of Shakrila used to be one of peace, prosperity, and hope. It was my home.
By Matthew Maxcy4 years ago in Fiction
Death/Rebirth
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. Even now, the place was barren of them. But stories told of a time when they filled the Valley with light and magic, bringing those from far and wide to observe and give thanks for the bounty these magnificent scaled beasts bestowed upon the kingdom. Such variety in their appearance would be a sight to behold at the peak of the summer, when dragons of opalescent hue, whose scales shone with a rainbow of color in the midday sun, and those with skin of the darkest obsidian, flecked with slivers of silver that would look like endless starlight under a full moon, would draw admiration from far and wide. They had been the center of their lives for hundreds of years, living alongside their power and in perfect balance with their magic, all together in a period known as The Great Peace.
By Violet Cook4 years ago in Fiction
What Worlds..
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. For as long as she could remember there weren’t any of the wild beasts that now inhabited her once quiet vale of silence. Farrah thought of her father, his shrewd face looking down upon the maps of their land, as she questioned him about the gorge beyond the western point of their territory. His eyes would squint, the crease between his brows furrowed with a shadow of discontent. It reminded her of the valley when the sun began to set, the shadow slipping between the crevices, spreading slowly until the entire gorge was just a deep shadow on the land. Though his eyes remained sharply focused on the maps upon his desk a wry smile would emerge, and his eyes would shift towards her direction, “Farrah, the valley beyond our pastures, is a place of beauty, a home to the serenity of nature our family holds dear. If a young girl were to finish her chores, she may explore this area without risk of harm, as our family has long hunted the beasts from its shadowy embrace, but a young girl…exploring, shouldn’t stay out past midday once the sun begins to fall beyond the trees, and only…once she has finished her chores.” Just as the words left his lips, he winked, the smile retreated back to a solemn frown and his eyes glared down towards his maps resting on the massive planks that made up his study desk.
By SM Nolan4 years ago in Fiction
The Elf King's Shadow
“There… weren't always… dragons… in the valley.” My grandmother’s voice began to taper off at the end of every word, as though each breath took more energy than she had to spare. I knew our time was running out, but I still was not ready to say goodbye. She had been ill for quite some time, but never like this. Where she used to grow ever closer to the doors of Caelum, only to turn back, this time felt different. As though the gods had weighed her heart upon their scales and deemed her fit for an eternity of rest, before her last breath had even left her body. The gods envied us for having her still within this realm, or at least that was what Grandmother Mahitha would tell us.
By M.M. 4 years ago in Fiction
The Heir of the Varcolac
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. Before the sky was alit by Green Flames Man ruled the blue grass hillside. Man’s conquering of the Varcolac was to be the end of battle between nature and evil. Yet, the Green Flames burn.
By Clayton Cook4 years ago in Fiction
The Mercenary Malefactor
There weren’t always dragons in the valley. Well, not since some lunatic named Kormack went on a mad bender and decided to wipe them all out of existence some eight hundred years ago. Since then everything was quite quiet, relatively speaking. I mean, sure there was the war to determine which country would lay claim to the fertile soil and the extremely well positioned river that had been somewhat inaccessible until then and of course the border disputes that arose once a decade or so but that’s just the nature of things. All in all, everything was rather peaceful in the kingdom of Leigh.
By Luke Oates4 years ago in Fiction