Fantasy
My Dragon Blue
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. That all changed on the day the mine exploded and the mountains blew apart. My father, Manfred, and Uncle Samson had worked in the mine for years and never had the mine had an explosion. This was something new and deadly. But only if we knew how deadly.
By Kelvin Davis4 years ago in Fiction
Heir of Hildrith
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. A young man sat at a granite table that stretched the length of an underground cavern, high arched ceilings loomed over head, and all was dark except for the soft glow of an orb that levitated just over his right shoulder. A book lay on the table before him. It was old, the pages crisp, but the words pronounced. A preservation spell saved the book from the deterioration of age. The boy could just barely see the runes hovering over the surface of the pages. Not all who read the book would see such runes, but the boy had Witch blood in his veins.
By Emily Webb4 years ago in Fiction
The Oklahoma Dragons
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. Before the first dragon arrived, Tuxedo Valley, Oklahoma was a quiet community of 227 residents: mostly families and good working folk. In Tuxedo Valley, people said, “My door is always open,” and they meant it. In fact, few residents locked their doors at all. Children preferred to play outside, and there was always someone to lend a hand. Occasionally, residents moved on to bigger cities like Tulsa, but most were content to remain in the valley their entire lives.
By Monica Wooten4 years ago in Fiction
Tale of a queen a warrior and a special one
Cloe: There weren’t always dragons in the valley… but now everything is different. Many years ago, after the Great War, the planet start changing , people have changed and the valley was a peaceful spot to leave on. But then the community witnessed the rise of the dragon. Everything started with an earthquake. It was insane, brutal. Dragons were popping out from the bowel of earth like mushrooms after a good rain. They set everything on fire, they killed so many… people tryed to escape and hide… the survivors ended up in the cave of Hope, silently waiting for some miracle to save them. In the most desperate moments they were looking up to the sky and pray…my grandparents were among them. They were just kids at the time … when They came. The Draconians. They came from the sky with giant spaceships, they landed in the middle of the valley. They could communicate with the dragons, they caught them all and they took them away. They freed people and taught us a new way of life. They were just and ruled our world since. Only few dragons are still here but they are pets… Draconians ride them. Our new queen is draconian, she was young when she was put in charge of the valley. Only 150 years old and she will be still here when my grandchildren will be old, for they live about 500 years. She is nice and friendly as a queen can be. She rides a purple dragon called Bullet and her name is Anasis. The Draconians evolved from dragons billions of years ago like us human from monkeys. They have reptile skin and eyes. Their voices are deep. Their planet is very far and their mission is to go around the universe and collect all dragons. They never told us what for or how life is there… we don’t know why… we don’t know enough about them. They won’t say and we never asked. We were so happy they saved us that we just did what we have been told. What we know is that every year, on the day of Salvation, ten teens between 15 and 19 are chosen. They leave in the spaceship and never come back. Draconians say it’s an honor to be chosen. I guess people at that time though it was a reasonable compromise. Peace and wellness in exchange of 10 lives every year. This year I have been choosen. My name is Cloe and I’m writing this diary while I wait to leave my own planet and everything I know… I don’t know if today will be my last day on earth or my very last day ever. I’m 17 and I’m scared.
By Giulia Trevisol4 years ago in Fiction
To Live In Darkness
'There weren't always dragons in the Valley. They came with the Votahn, hundreds of years ago. They kept dragons as mounts and beasts of war; however, it wasn't long before some escaped to live in the wilds,' intoned Maeve. She stitched as she spoke, repairing an old glove, more by feel than sight. The children, clustered around the small fire in the smoky roundhouse, leaned in as Maeve continued, her voice cracked with age. 'The dragons love our cloudy, wet climate, and our rivers and swamps. And they adore eating our sheep. And our children. This is why we must never travel alone – and if we must travel, we travel in the day, when it is bright and dry.'
By Disingenuous Entomologist4 years ago in Fiction
Valley of the Ancients
There weren’t always dragons in the valley. Or at least that’s what I heard growing up; it was a way of saying there’s still hope. But it’s hard to have hope when you grow up listening to the stomping and grinding of the undead dragons in the valley below. I woke up every night to their haunting roars, not the grand rumbling belly roars that came from the divine dragons of old, but more of a strained, wailing, rattle from their decaying vocal cords as the ghastly screams of every spirit they consumed clamored for the chance to make their voices heard once more. That’s how the valley got its name, The Valley of Wailing Mist, but I need to start further back if you’re going to understand. You see, the valley used to be called something different.
By Adam Ostrowski 4 years ago in Fiction
Faith and Nine
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. Only the backbreaking affliction of slavery. Day in and day out, our pickaxes clanged, their sounds competing for dominance with the languid grunts of the men, women, and children who swung them. Our people worked from sunup to sunset, gathering stones and gems, braving rockslides, and unceremoniously dumping our haul into carts, all in our service of the Darnal, our oppressors. All in the shadows of our taskmasters and their vile pets, the nedulsa.
By Ashley Netten4 years ago in Fiction
