Fable
The Chalciren
Make sure to check out the narration video! Without further ado: There weren’t always Dragons in the Valley. Long ago, a people fought valiantly to drive them from the land. They called themselves the forerunners, and they would not give up what little peace they found. Swords gripped firm and shields held high, they fought doggedly to whatever ends, and from the ashes of dragon fire, they stood victorious. The defeated dragons admired the forerunners bravery despite their dispute. This was not the first of the forerunner's hardships.
By Ryan Benjamin Coakley4 years ago in Fiction
Dragons Over Oklahoma
There weren't always dragons in the valley. My Grandfather taught me about such things at a young age. My father, lost in the great war, never believed him. I however, was a wide eyed boy. Looking to take in the world with all it had to offer. A happy child with a full imagination.
By J.D. Brooks4 years ago in Fiction
Jakuchō and the Valley
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. Actually there had been dragons in the valley for generations (and indeed throughout the country) but only as engravings on the temple and shrine walls, as guardians at the wells where pilgrims cleansed their hands and mouths before prayers.
By Geraldine Maclurcan4 years ago in Fiction
Dragon Business
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. Once upon a time and not so long ago, Tranquil Valley was filled with lush trailing vines, laden with delicately scented blooms. Graceful towering trees gave shade to the tiny, brightly plumed songbirds. Iridescent butterflies shimmered in the air, and when the twin suns rose over the mountains, the sparkling waterfalls were nothing short of breathtaking. Travelers came from all corners of the Three Kingdoms to behold the beauty of Tranquil Valley, and the money they spent on food and ale, lodging and cunningly carved souvenirs kept all nine picturesque Villages of the Valley prosperous and content. Then one day Lars the Mariner came riding home over the pass, with a gift for his five year old daughter.
By Suzanne Cowhard4 years ago in Fiction
The Uloralie Plains
"There weren’t always dragons in the valley," Eothyn says gently, closing his eyes in thought. "My father – our father, told me so often and so fondly about his travels along what used to be called the Uloralie Plains." He points out through the trees and brush, giving way to a sheer drop off the mountainside the four friends are perched upon. They overlook onto pale green rolling hills and in the far, misty distance, remains a blackened site of ill repute. A line, in essence, a border, stretching easily from one side of the plains to the other and much further beyond.
By J. Arthur Collins4 years ago in Fiction
Part One of Two: The Child learns to Yodel.
"There weren’t always dragons in the valley. That was what most people in the new settlement of Fonix thought." Oliver was curled up beside his Yaya, getting ready for a nap. After reading a story she told him to close his eyes and imagine what she was describing.
By Katherine D. Graham4 years ago in Fiction
Dragon War
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. That was before the war. A war waged by the giant king Gymir. Who sought to invade the dragon's homeland. His army numbered in the hundreds of thousands. His entire army stood at the dragon's borders, all of them as tall as mountains.
By Damien Bussing4 years ago in Fiction
