Fantasy

Billows and Flame
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. For centuries, the Valley was the home of my people. It was the Kingdom of Vernara’s stronghold, where the humble capital, Fons, and its people made a good living off of the lush farmlands the Valley provided. The Kingdom of Vernara was a small one, but a mighty one, too. My family have lived and ruled here since the kingdom and its capital were founded many years ago. I can name all of the families who reside in Fons, what their relationships are to one another, and what each of them sells in the market. I have grown up alongside their children, purchased their wares from the stalls in town, sat at my parents’ side in the receiving hall of our castle as they brought their worries to us, and one day, I will be their queen. I love my kingdom, and I love its citizens. Even if it were not my duty, I could not imagine a life more well-lived than serving these people.
By Ruth Ann Reason4 years ago in Fiction
The Giving Plains
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. Sometimes it was chickens, or maybe lots of fudge. Once, when Melyonen was very young, there had been werewolves. That had been a terrible few weeks before the elders of that time had found them all homes.
By Nej Steer4 years ago in Fiction
A Tail of Wolves and Dragons
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. Instead, there were birds, rabbits, Foxes, Wolves, and many other creatures. There was a Forest, a community, and every animal in the forest Got along. There was peace in the Valley for thousands of years. Then one night, Humans invaded our territory, land, and our home. We all ran for cover, hoping they wouldn't find us. They came and chopped our trees and took our food. They even took some of us.
By April-Josephine Simmons4 years ago in Fiction
Shadows of Atlantis: Fulcrum
Fulcrum Part 2: Bavendrick and Vinesia Curtains were flung from the window, a violent assault of cold air and sunlight, flooding into the room. Bavendrick tried to shield himself by pulling covers over his head.
By Mara Powers 4 years ago in Fiction
The Day the Dragons Arrived
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. It used to be so peaceful. The day the dragons arrived, the Valley never felt the same. Jamie could still remember the day it happened. It was a normal morning, like any other. She woke up early that day, like she did every day to get her chores done. She walked out of the small two-bedroom cabin that she lived with her parents, older brother and younger sisters. The family of six made it work the best they could. Jamie was the first one up that morning, even before her parents. She liked to take her time with her morning chores, it gave her time to daydream, wondering what life would be like if she lived in a different time.
By N. K. Barclay4 years ago in Fiction
Harmony in The Valley
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. There was a time before the trolls sold their wares in the marketplace, and the human children played in the streets side by side with the children of the fae. It feels as if it should have been always, but our friendship with the Outsiders is younger in age than I am myself.
By Alexus Staley4 years ago in Fiction
Scintillation
There wasn't always dragons in the valley until that one fateful day some scientist thought it wise to tinker around with evolution. All it took was a little thought from some super smart guy to have some super smart idea that turned out to be the single most super stupid idea in the whole of humanity. They should've known that things would go awry. I mean... Seriously... What made them think that they could contain such a beast anyways?
By Shannon Lejuan Clements4 years ago in Fiction
The Crown of Flame: Prologue
"There weren't always dragons in the Valley." She stared at nothing but the dying embers of the funeral pyre, yet she could already feel the old man's gaze on her. It was sharp enough to pierce a hole through the side of her head. And it was expectant. Hopeful, even.
By Marie Sinadjan4 years ago in Fiction
Masque of the Black Death. Content Warning.
Once upon a midnight dreary, as I sat lonesome and weary. I thought of all the events of the night before. My deepest fears now confirmed that I was to blame, of all the ones who have gone the same way before. Carrier of the disease, survivor that I am, immunity a blessing and a curse. On the day of Hypomone, the fall of Constantinople and the death of Constantine XI, so we celebrate the birth of the helpful, Ruin of the twenty first year. With décor and aesthetic of the macabre, beauty and of fear.
By Raine Fielder4 years ago in Fiction
The barrier
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. That's not to say they weren't everywhere else. And yet, in their greed, they wanted the one thing they couldn't have.
By gustello x4 years ago in Fiction
The Dragons Regress
Chapter One I. There weren't always dragons in the valley, nor Nogards, Polaris, or Playgons. One night a thirteen-year-old, pimple-faced boy, forced to run for his life, changed the valley and the world forever.
By J. S. Wade4 years ago in Fiction
The Dragons of Farga
“There weren’t always dragons in the valley”, said Ash, intent on reminding the important beings of Farga gathered around him. His words filled the silent void hanging in the air of the oak lined room. Members of the Guild had travelled to the watch tower which stood on the western border of Farga and the known world. The place where the veil was thinnest, the place where they had to be the most careful.
By E M4 years ago in Fiction