Fable
Return of the Dragons
CHAPTER ONE Fall of the Kingdom There weren't always dragons in the Valley. The dragons had controlled the summits of the dome mountain range expanding throughout the country of Arbizol. They now lived scattered, in fear, at the base of the mountains with rouges roaming the valley hunting and slaughtering them. Now in hiding, they are a people barely hanging onto survival. Their demise began the day their opulent castle fell. That tragic night they lost their Royalty, the only fire-breathing shifters in existence. The deep-seated Dragon King, Darmeuth, had been the most feared and revered ruler in the nation. When he was murdered in an ambush, this left every dragon in the kingdom to fall to their knees in grief. In a form of inter-species telekinesis, they could feel their dragons cry out in pain at the loss of their King. The worst of it was, the Queen, Prince, and Princess lost their lives to the same monsters. That is as the story is known. Few know the unremitting provincial matter that occurred inside the dragon’s fortress walls.
By Charlisa Simmons4 years ago in Fiction
The Bloodline
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. In fact, there was a time not long ago that the word dragon was used to reference reptile-like, fire breathing serpents with enormous wings that existed only in Folklore. A mythological creature that’s fate would be met by a brave knight that arrives at the reptiles guarded castle only to slay the beast and save the princess within.
By Kayla LaFleur-Mosier4 years ago in Fiction
Neon Lights
Neon Lights Prologue: There weren’t always dragons in the Valley, however this new world of ours is forever changing. Even if only a little at a time. For with each new day, fresh light spills over the hills and mountain tops creeping through the shadows of the trees. Each ray of light shows hints of impossible colors glittering down over us like wildfire, sprinkling out into sparks of dust. It spreads and flows over all of us, plant and creature alike. Bringing rivers of magic, a drift in the morning breeze and with magic, came mystery. In this new world something was always changing, always different and new. The very air around us is alive with veil light. It lives in the earth itself, the dirt, the grass, every plant and every tree. If it was on the earth, or in the sky around it, even among the moon and the stars above. Everything contained veil light, living or otherwise. But things didn’t used to be this way. Something happened that caused everything to change.
By Jaleesa Haygood4 years ago in Fiction
Dragons Of Three
There weren’t always dragons in the valley. It was mankind’s greed, vengeance, and lust for glory that violently ravaged the land. Countries and kingdoms were being decimated from the face of the earth; completely erased from our history. humanity impelling itself with the jaws of extinction.
By Jasmin McCardell4 years ago in Fiction
The Dragon Slayer
There weren’t always dragons in the valley. I have faint memories of a childhood without them; the Peace Years, before the beasts returned to quell the serenity of our village. I was privileged (a word my mother used) to be born into a world without fear. It wasn’t bravery, however, (she made certain to remind me). I had simply never faced the chaos of a tooth's edge or the scorch of fiery breath. To my mother, I was spoiled.
By Mina Wiebe4 years ago in Fiction
My husband sucks…
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. The myth though… that always existed. But why where dragons such a shocking concept? Was it because of their sheer size we couldn’t fathom them in our finite minds? We always new werewolves existed. We never questioned the existence of pixies. Heck we even bury our dead with chains around their feet so they won’t come back as vampires. That’s why it’s so hard for me to believe how shocked I was that day. I mean… I’m a blue blooded gypsy for crying out loud! I am imbued with magical power! Not just on the surface but courseing through my veins. I should have had better discernment. I should have seen it coming. Maybe I did know. Maybe I thought it was better to deny it. Perhaps the southern Romanian soil was calling out to me… but was it a warning? What was it saying? Why was I trying to ignore it? Was it fear? Is it fear now? How can I save my family, my people, my blood? I don’t even think I can save my own neck at this point. There has to be something I’m missing. There’s something I’m not understanding. I have to try to remember how it got to this point. What is the last normal day I can remember? Think… think… think.
By Candy Girll4 years ago in Fiction
Holy Duct Tape of Atenveldt
The Holy Duct Tape of Atenveldt – Cave Troll addition: The Book of Armaments, the lost chapter, verses 9 - 31. Lo, in the days of old, when the Dream was new in the minds of humanity, a wondrous discovery was made. The names of those right noble, divinely inspired gentles are deeply imbedded in the legends of the West and East Kingdoms. Their discovery, more valuable than gold or jewels, having provided devoted service was named in the much abused Latin: Taporium Ductus Sanctus, becoming known in the vernacular as Duct Tape.
By Kitty Fermengs4 years ago in Fiction
Part Two: The Adult Learns a New Game of Snakes and Ladders
“There weren’t always dragons in the Valley.” When Yaya uttered this sentence four-year old Oliver knew it was time to put away his waffle block constructions of a stone crusher, excavator and crane. He was soon ready for bed. After two stories he was ready to close his eyes and let his mind's eye imagine as his Yaya began another Golinda and Gallopatrot adventure.
By Katherine D. Graham4 years ago in Fiction
