Fantasy
Heart of Ruin
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. We had no use for the land that is now known as Cavrynicus. But now? Now, I can’t help but look out over the dips and peaks as the suns set above me. The sight leaves me breathless, in awe, even after all the rises and sets I’ve witnessed. The land awash in hues of pinks, blues, and greens, it’s hard to imagine that there wasn’t always a valley to begin with. That there was more to this before it was carved out for us. That this part of the world now belongs to us. The only part of the world where dragons still roam free. Veiled from the rest of the population, we have thrived, we have lived. We have endured this existence where we are and are not. Our version of this world now sung about in tunes, myths and legends. Existing peacefully despite the tragedy that brought us to these depths. Were we saved from the worst of it or sentenced for a crime we did not commit?
By Bianca Serraty4 years ago in Fiction
Fantasy Competition Prologue
“There weren’t alwaysss dragonsss in the valley,” The bard hissed as she turned one of the tuning knobs on her lute. She looked at the audience of fellow dragon-kin sitting near her campfire. They were all young hatchlings so it was easy to read their expressions, they stared at her with large eyes on their pointed faces and the spines on their heads gave away their curiosity.
By Ian Tavener4 years ago in Fiction
The Dragon's Breath
The Dragon's Breath A Moorshadows Prep Novel By Candace Havens Chapter One There weren't always dragons in the Valley—at least that was the rumor at Moorshadow Prep. Don't be fooled by the boring name. This prep school wasn't like any other in the world. Though, it wasn't so much a school as a prison. I came here as a witchling at five, and I turned sixteen in a few days.
By Candace Havens4 years ago in Fiction
Mythdefined
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. In fact, the existence of dragons anywhere was ancient lore. That was all true until a Saturday some time ago when I was walking behind our home with my five-year-old grandson. He spotted a fox stretching up to a spruce branch. The fox moved away as we got closer, my grandson Gabe ran ahead in his curiosity to see what had attracted the fox.
By Doug Caldwell4 years ago in Fiction
The Untamed
Chapter 1 There weren't always dragons in the Valley. At least that’s what they would like for you to think, my mother would say, crouched over her cauldron as she stirred. The dragons had always been there, all that had changed was that humanity could now see them. I stood at the edge of the wood, careful to stay out of sight as I watched the city’s occupants as they threw their belongings on carts, fleeing the city. Would they make it out of the valley in time? Would their desperate flight prevent the inevitable? Gripping my basket of herbs, my knuckles were white in anticipation. I’d never seen a real dragon before.
By Sarah Kimball4 years ago in Fiction
Dragons of Putilov
There weren’t always dragons in the valley. But one day they simply appeared. Surveyors from the Imperial government stationed in Putilov City above were conducting a routine expedition of the sparsely populated Putilov Valley below, and were the first to notice the beasts.
By Sean Elliott4 years ago in Fiction
