Adventure
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
The Dragons of the Valley
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. At least that’s what the Elder Dragon said. Our people once roamed across the lands here, but the mortals pushed us into the Valley and trapped us here. They feared us, and rightfully so. We dragons are great beasts of element and power. We can harness the forces of nature and use them to our will. Of course, we are gentle creatures unless provoked, but the humans don’t know that. They see something larger than them and they attack out of fear. Dragons don’t hurt humans, we really don’t like hurting anything at all, but humans create these stories. They say we hoard gold and breathe fire, which some do, and that we are violent creatures with no regard for other life. The humans are describing themselves more than they are us. Dragons are vegetarians, so we eat grass and leaves. Humans think we are destructive cause we pull up trees and eat the leaves. We replant the seeds though, and we never pick a tree with a bird or squirrel nest in it. It’s been harder for us dragons to find food, because the humans forced us into the Valley and sealed it off, limiting our food supply. There used to be hundreds of thousands of dragons and now it’s a thousand, if that. I was born and raised in this Valley. My name is impossible for mortals to pronounce so I am called Sheka. I am the largest dragon in the Valley, which is bad because I have a big appetite and we have a small food supply. I try to eat small amounts, I really do, but it’s so hard, because I’m so hungry all the time. Dragons have been born small for a reason, and I’m just an outcast. My family told me to live near the Valley entrance, to protect us all, and to protect the food supply. One day, as I’m laying in my cave, dozing off from boredom, I hear a crack.
By Alexandra Kirk4 years ago in Fiction
Ashes in the Valley
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. In fact all traces of them had been wiped away until mankind became too curious. Volcanic eruptions, earthquakes, and hurricanes didn’t stop them. No matter how many times the wizards joined together to stop them, they still had other ways to unearth what should never again see the light.
By Desiree Wetz4 years ago in Fiction
Coming Clean
Dear Momma, There has been a secret that I have been keeping from you. Something that has been weighing on me for some time. About 2 years ago I was sucked through a portal. That portal led to a world filled with magic, dragons, elves, and many other kinds of creatures and people. This world had humans like ours but their technology was hundreds of years behind ours. However, with the help of their magic, they can accomplish the same things we can. While there, I met many different kinds of people. Such as people that were half human and half animal (beast people), elves, dragons, dwarfs, and even fairies, small creatures who guarded the Great Forest.
By Cristian Grover4 years ago in Fiction
Living with dragons
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. I mean, there weren’t always red and black dragons in the Valley. The original dragons were golden. Then, due to the climate changes and extra minerals in the water they drank, leached by the activities of the town villagers who were mining for precious metals, the dragons began to shed their outer skins and scales more often than previously, and underneath their old and discarded skins, some would show iridescent colors that would shine in the sunlight: blue hues ranging from baby blue to petroleum blue; pearly colors, shimmery pink (especially the female baby dragons – those were the cutest and my favorite)… when they would fly back to the caves they lived in, at dusk, what a spectacular sight those mother, father and baby dragons made in the sky. The grandfather and grandmother dragons had grown a woody film on their bodies which weighed them down, so usually they were too bogged down and therefore too tired to fly, and spent their days close to the caves, bathing in the bubbling thermal streams and brooks and foraging for medicinal flowers and plants to ease the pains in their aching wings and claws. Sometimes they would rub up against the nearby metamorphic and rough granite rocks, to slough off parts of that heavy, brownish shell they were getting encased in, and which made their lives so much more difficult in every way.
By Paulette Pagani4 years ago in Fiction
