Fantasy

"The Usurper's Garden" Prologue
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. Only Nan could remember a time before they came, when the wyrdwoods still grew and the Timetsu drank in their power; our power. We had been tenders, or so I was always told as a young girl, our bond with the wyrdwoods our singular source of purpose in this world. When I would look at Nan, so hale for her centuries of life, and see those cerulean markings tracing forked patterns like pulsating roots across her form, and casting a light of ardor upon her bright eyes, I would feel both a sense of awe as well as one of forlorn longing for a time that I never knew.
By Magnus Fonda4 years ago in Fiction
Valley of Fire
There weren’t always dragons in the valley, in fact my Grandma can remember a time when the valley was nothing but pure green as far as the eyes could see. Shimmering crystal clear water flowed along the magnitude of rivers in the valley and fell like glistening tears from rocks. A symphony of nature was how my Grandma describe it to me, untouched by humankind, protected by the large cliffs which surrounded it. On a clear night from the top of the mountain where our village sat, you could once see fire flies dancing across the water, while the frogs and crickets sung.
By Eva Simitsis4 years ago in Fiction
The Belligerent Companions of Wondrous Adventure
There weren’t always dragons in the valley. Lately, rumors claimed a Great Red had been sighted on multiple occasions. Callisto had to doubt anything as large as a Great Red could fail to make a constant spectacle of itself. If there were a Great Red in the valley, everyone would know it.
By Zoness11244 years ago in Fiction
The Valley Below
LEARNING TO READ. There weren't always dragon's in the valley, but nobody in Norqurn could remember a time without them. The village elder's, responsible for passing on information to keep people safe told, what most folks believed, were the most accurate tales. Tales written on sacred scrolls and read, word for word, to groups of ten or more souls. The readings went on during the warm days when the sun stayed late in the sky. These words and facts had been passed down for generations. Villagers, listening to those oft read verses, sometimes repeated them leaving out important information or adding details passed down by travelers and roaming bands of hunters who all had stories of their own to tell.
By David Parham4 years ago in Fiction
The Flames of Redemption
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. The dwarves, in their endless pursuit of the things that slumbered in the womb of the world, uncovered fossilized eggs that had been lost to time, and thus, brought dragons back to the realm of D’veen.
By Bradley Ramsey4 years ago in Fiction
Dragons of the Glen
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. I remember the first time seeing one. Driving south on the 405 on my way to work stuck in gridlock. The sky darkened and I thought the passing shadow an approaching plane making too steep a descent into the airport. Then it landed atop the Capitol Records building.
By Justin Siller4 years ago in Fiction
River Of Lost Souls
There weren't always dragons in the valley where the River Of Lost Souls now flows. Not a single one ever existed. Not even in the old stories of giant reptiles walking and hunting on the earth in the past. Which is what I thought the tracks belonged to.
By Shannon Lejuan Clements4 years ago in Fiction
The King's nephew
There weren't always dragons in the valley. As Edward would have the villagers believe , there still weren't any dragons in the valley. That fragile notion, barely held together like an old puny ladder, threatening every day to be shattered into a million pieces under the weight of the local heresay. All the same, he would maintain the frail fallacy.
By Tee Swervo4 years ago in Fiction
The Battle of Darkness
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. In fact, they had moved farther east due to the black curse that plagued the Valley. Now with the looming dangers of their homeland, they had begun to take over various towns in the Valley. This is where our story begins….
By marion scott4 years ago in Fiction
Shadow and Sword
There weren’t always Dragons in The Valley. We were once at peace here. Secluded among these ghostly mountains, the world once let us be. Not even death came to interfere much. But that was before. Death comes often now. Death came with them - with the Dragons.
By Cecilia Barnhill4 years ago in Fiction
Megin of Elskin
Megin of Elskin By Sharon Dunstan Chapter 1… In the shadows they lurk... “There weren't always dragons in the Valley…” I said quietly. Simultaneously allowing my mind to unlock and allow my darkest thoughts to surface, to come up for air from those secreted hiding places deep inside my head where I had stored the worst of the gut-wrenching memories of the dark and blood-stained past here on Gaia. No being could have foreseen the death, destruction and sheer devastation that befell our planet a mere 10000 moons ago.
By Sharon Dunstan4 years ago in Fiction
The Shapeshifters
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. Years ago, it used to be farmland as far as the eye could see, dotted with cows and sheep that peacefully existed alongside the locals. Life was simple, with the days consumed by the chores of farm life and occasional pleasantries.
By Em Schutte4 years ago in Fiction