Adventure
The Dying Breath of Dragons
"There weren't always dragons in the Valley," Old Man Yuri said. Yuri was a grey-haired dwarf. Every s-word he spoke made a whistle through the gap in his teeth. "Before they showed up, we held back the armies of the dead best we could on our own. Turns out fire-spittin' lizards are handy when you're fightin' the undead."
By Tyler Clark (he/they)4 years ago in Fiction
The Fallacy of the Valley
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. At least that is what she was told and depending on who she asked the origin of the dragons ranged from a gradual emergence to a sudden onslaught. As the story typically goes, years before she was born, her people were forced to flee and seek refuge in some far off region, where half of those traveling died along the journey and the remaining are too old now and too traumatized to utter details beyond the fact that it did in fact happen. And the one’s young enough to remember held an impenetrable silence about the whole ordeal. As you can imagine, families grabbed what they could and rebuilt the best way they knew how. Now, years later, the descendants are left with tales and a crippling fear that the Valley is never to be sought out or even spoken about. So much so that they have been locked away and held to the strictest daily regime, only released at sunrise.
By R.A. Moseley4 years ago in Fiction
The Markings of the Chosen
The Markings of the Chosen Chapter 1 There weren’t always Dragons in the valley. The flaming scales of the beasts were often discovered in a tarnished state; still hot from the deep fire that settled in their veins. But never the carcass of one so large that it splayed across the ground of our vineyard valley.
By Lauryn Feast4 years ago in Fiction
Bandits of Showdown Valley
Prologue When the world went to war nuclear fallout was bound to happen, when it did the world was sent into chaos plant life was dying and so to where the animals. The world was damaged, scarred from the consequences of people’s actions.
By Samantha Pickford4 years ago in Fiction
Queen of a Broken Realm
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley…there was something much worse. There was destruction, death, greed, and powerful curse laid upon the realm that entrapped all magic creatures and subjects within. This was true for the realm until a great Queen broke the curse and allowed magic to once again, enter their lives.
By Melissa Cavallo4 years ago in Fiction
One More Day
Tracy was 22 when her Grandpa passed away in her arms. Her Granny died four years earlier, and she struggled for over a decade to accept their deaths. When she wakes to see them standing beside her bed one morning, she uncovers a secret that will change lives around the world forever.
By Emily-Rose Braithwaite4 years ago in Fiction
West Falls
Colonel Fitzpatrick was a busy man, so finding room in his day to speak to a reporter from a newspaper he'd never heard of was a particular nuisance. Quite why such a thing had, not only reached his desk, but actually been booked in was taking up more brain space than he'd normally like.
By Shane Dobbie4 years ago in Fiction
Firebloom
There were not always dragons in the valley. Marud City has always been comfortably nestled in a lush green valley between two rugged, once impassable mountain ranges. It was always peaceful in the valley. As the Naithien capitol, it's the country’s crown jewel. For centuries, architects and artists have been competing for builder’s grants to be allowed to beautify the city in their image, to immortalize their work as a towering spire, an encompassing museum, an awe-inspiring temple, or as much as a simple mural. The greatest artists from the known world, and a few who claimed to come from beyond its limits have turned what was-centuries ago-a drab market town into a rich collection of what always felt to me like individual jewel boxes you can fit hundreds of people into. When my brother and I moved to the city, I had expected to be disappointed. I had thought it couldn't possibly live up to its reputation. I was wrong.
By Amelia Morales4 years ago in Fiction
Kronsphere
There weren’t always Dragons in the Valley. But with spreading rumors follows spreading radicalistic behavior and soon the town of Carriton Valley was flooded with factions of witch hunters. These Dragons were not the leathery, winged beasts of legends rather the title the more ruthless factions in Carriton called themselves.
By K.H.A. Wassing4 years ago in Fiction
