Fantasy

Locks & Willows
“There weren't always dragons in The Valley…..from the dawn of time, magic has always been a part of us, in every cave and cavern, in every village and land of Stormgate” Those words stood out from the pages of the history book I was reading. The dragons came after the sorcerer Nolan Sarath arrived in our land demanding to be made ruler or else he would curse our land with unfathomable terrors, I wish I could say thankfully that didn't happen, but Nolan wanted power, he wanted chaos, he wanted to be made a legend, and so he was, not from honor or respect from the people, but from fear, fear of the promise of what would happen if we revolted, fear from the minds of the people.
By Sarai Faulk4 years ago in Fiction
Last Words, Long Shadows
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. The hills had been prolific then, covered in vast legions of spruce, fir, and red cedar; creeks flowed, throwing up fine mists into the air that drifted like curtains in the breeze, and with each breath one partook in the venerable strength of mountains.
By Nic Senger4 years ago in Fiction
The Dragon's Den
There weren't always dragons in the valley. Yet, now that it was full, it was a breathtaking and heartbreaking view. Dragons of every color and variety were nestled in every crevice – stretched out under every shaded grove. They darted through the skies, flying across to the mountains that lined the valley or swirling down to bathe, drink, or fish in the large lake below. While hundreds of dragons were seen glittering under the high sun, seemingly content in their own business, none of them were aware of the figure watching them from a distance.
By Lucia Hart4 years ago in Fiction
Fae Borne
There weren’t always dragons in the valley. Of course, fairies also used to be just cute little tinker bell flutterers, not hulking, stone faced warriors. They didn’t suck the soul out of you in a single instant, leaving behind drab, empty husks of humans, bound to the earth to roam until their eventual death in a strange zombified state. There certainly hadn’t been vampires or sea monsters who could walk in the sun and on land, going against everything the Old Ones had claimed they weren’t capable of. In fact, until a little over a year ago, we thought we were the top dogs of this planet, highest on the pyramid food chain. Laughable, really, with how self-destructive we are. Now, the veil has fallen between our world and theirs. The group of curious cats who had pierced through it were now either dead, enslaved, or had gone so deep underground that not a single human soul that was left had heard a whisper of their existence. And, really, I don’t blame them.
By Tatyana Tieken4 years ago in Fiction
The Road Less Traveled
There weren’t always dragons in the valley. In fact, there hadn’t been anything of interest here in Vespus for as long as I can remember. Tales of adventures, dragons and unicorns hadn't been the setting for our small, quaint kingdom for quite a long time. In fact many believed such creatures such as dragons were a myth, as even in Kingdoms beyond Vespus dragon sightings were rare. Unicorns were even rarer. It was also a widely known fact that being born with the gift of magic had become increasingly rare, though no one knew why.
By Mercedez Belanger4 years ago in Fiction
The Greed of the Blessed
There weren’t always dragons in the valley. For you see, they used to live within the mountains that surround the valley, offering hidden protection to all who live within the valley. The people were raised with the knowledge of the dragons existing and were taught to respect them, even offering them food on special days of the year to keep them happy. The dragons would reward the people with safety and the occasional bounties found within the mountains: gold and rare jewels that have never been seen before in the world.
By Elizabeth Townsend4 years ago in Fiction
Chapter I
“There weren't always dragons in the Valley. A few wingless drakes in the upper mountains, sure, but they never bothered anyone,” Valerei said, and then she leaned in closer to the children. “That is unless someone was foolish enough to enter their caves,” and she gave them a wink.
By Joseph DelFranco4 years ago in Fiction
A whisper in the dark
There weren’t always dragons in the valley. They stayed higher in the mountains by the source. My grandma remembers her grandma’s story about the first day they came to our town. She’d whisper tales of the shadow of death and disruption to us, and tell us how everything stopped for two whole heartbeats when the deathly wings covered the sun.
By Georgie Rastall4 years ago in Fiction
The Wheel
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. Some days they could be forgotten. People plastered smiles on their faces, kept their heads down, prayed to gods who had long since stopped listening for that fleeting shred of normalcy to last. Other days, massive wings blotted out the sun, plunged the Valley into a swarming, hungry darkness that never seemed to end.
By Shannon Haffely4 years ago in Fiction
Words of the Wind
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. The land wasn’t always plagued by fire and war. There were once beautiful, lush pastures divided by sturdy roads leading to shy villages and sprawling cities. To many, Jorvarth was once a peaceful paradise nestled between the Crying Cliffs and the Moaning Mountains. And yet, to many, Jorvarth was a melancholic memory. Each charred home, razed mill and torn town, served as a macabre reminder of all that was lost. To Klia, however, none of what once was before the dragons came to Valley made any difference to her.
By Frank Heter4 years ago in Fiction
The Art of Gods
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. My grandmother claimed her grandmother heard it from a traveling crumhorn peddler that once passed through our village. He told anyone that would listen that the Valley used to be full of wee, gentle folk that lived in giant, carved-out melons … until they didn't.
By George Michael Christian4 years ago in Fiction
Dragons and Mantises
There weren’t always dragons in the valley. In fact, they’ve only started spending time there in the past couple of centuries. I miss the valley, especially the music of their voices. Did you know they have four voice boxes? One in either nostril, the usual one in the throat, and one where the nostrils join the windpipe. Maybe I should move back to the valley, although such a journey might not be good for someone of my age.
By Parker Wiltrout4 years ago in Fiction