Fantasy
The Valley
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. In days now gone, when the Veiled Queen reigned from her Palace of Pearls, they could be seen riding on the wind far above, their gilded wings shining like a thousand motes of fire beneath the Sun. They ruled in the Mountains in those days, and we folk of the Valley lived in bright abundance in our simple, verdant little corner of the world. We would watch them with adoration and awe, knowing that so long as the dragons held governance in those heights, no evil could endure down here. Their power was sovereign and unassailable, and we rejoiced in the surety that it was there for us. I remember when I was a boy, we'd wave and shout to them sometimes. The young ones would, on happy occasion, swoop down and call back, laughing and proud and ever-teasing. They'd roll upon the air and dazzle us with their resplendent coats, glittering in every color and more. Then their mothers would holler down in stern voices, calling them home. We'd be sad, then, but only for awhile; for as long as our fathers gave our tithe to the Lairds in the Mountains, and the Lairds gave their tribute in turn, the dragons would always be up there.
By Kyle McNally4 years ago in Fiction
The Girl From Crimson Valley
Prologue There weren't always dragons in the Valley. But as the ancient scrolls stated, there was a first time for everything. So, according to the Book of First Sightings, they began appearing after The Great Quakes of the Fourth Millenium.
By Phillip Vega4 years ago in Fiction
The Remarkable Children of Cordelia Kimball
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. In fact, until quite recently, no one had seen a dragon anywhere in Forellia in over a century. Not since the interloper, Rufus Garin, formed the bloody coup against the Rhella Dalaria Oathorne, gained the throne of the realm, named himself Rhellus, and declared all magic a crime punishable by death.
By Grace Albers Smith4 years ago in Fiction
Dead Horses
There weren’t always dragons in the valleys. My editor had me start with that. But that’s not how the story begins. In fact, this story has nothing to do with dragons or a valley. The story begins with the end. Not my end. Oh, no. Time infinite does not have an end. No, no, I’m sorry to tell you this, but it’s your end. Yes, let me start over.
By lily child4 years ago in Fiction
From the Mountains to the Valley
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. They used to live in the mountains, where people could never climb. It’s way too cold up there, but dragons are always hot so they had the place to themselves. On certain nights you could hear them roar back and forth with each other, as if in heated debate. You could even see flares of fire where the mountaintops meet the sky. Big bolts of orange light making the villagers tremble. It’s reasonable to conclude the dragons were angry but that’s not what was happening at all.
By Lese Dunton4 years ago in Fiction
The Dragons of Coyote Valley
There weren't always dragons in the valley. Thomas's great uncle Nunce said this whenever he saw a fresh pair of ears. It was an idea that sat strangely in the mind, like saying that there weren't always clouds in the sky, or there weren't always fingernails at the ends of fingers. The dragons' presence seemed as ancient as the valley itself.
By Kevin R Bridges4 years ago in Fiction
Aria
“Papa? Why don’t I go to school?” A tiny girl with long golden hair and sapphire eyes looks down upon a snow and soot-stained city from a window high above. The hulking statue, hunched over a large black desk, creaks as he shifts in his chair, and, while reading a stack of documents, he glances over at his daughter by the window.
By Kasia Love4 years ago in Fiction
The Midnight Flight of Myrea Daw
“There weren’t always dragons in the Valley – ” Myrea Daw didn’t hear the rest of the Goldcoat’s proclamation because, at that moment, a hot, blustery wind came up from the dragon-yard, snatching his words away and threatening to take her tricorn with it. She clapped a hand on her head to anchor the hat in place and stopped in the road to watch the stranger on horseback.
By Aidan Barnes 4 years ago in Fiction
Bracken
“There weren't always dragons in the Valley,” Bodhi mumbled. An annoying habit of his, the mumbling. Coupled with soft distortion of words from his toothless mouth he was nothing short of a nightmare to hear. Seren leaned forward anyway, clenched her teeth against the irritation creeping up her chest and resigned herself. When an elder spoke, you listened.
By Katie Kelly Koppenhofer4 years ago in Fiction
