Fantasy
The Fire Tale Saga
The Valley, Present day There weren’t always dragons in the valley. There never should have been. It had been a green valley, with thousands of varieties of flowers in every colour imaginable. Trees, some 100 metres high and over 200 years old, making shade and housing hundreds of varieties of birds. At night the hum of cicadas was deafening, competing with but never quite drowning out the huge waterfall at the other end. The spray extended at least 50 metres, and had supported an extensive rocky outcrop of lichen, moss, and mushrooms. The water fell from a large river into a deep lake with a thriving ecosystem of fish. Thanks to the snails and schools of tiny moss-eating fish, it was always crystal clear all the way to its floor, which in some places was close to ten metres. It was clean, cold water, but never froze. The valley seemed to have a climate of its own – warm but breezy in the summer, and cool but never actually cold in the winter.
By Lee Knight4 years ago in Fiction
Draconem
Prologue There weren't always dragons in the valley. In fact, minstrels often spoke of the time they arrived. The wind roared and raged, tearing around and through the dense wood Althea sheltered in. Four days and nights travel through the winter boneyard that the forest's growing phase was in would be near impossible for a seasoned tracker. Their family's woodsman had put every effort in to teaching his young charges when they were given to his care as small children. He had recommended against this very undertaking for even someone as seasoned as he.
By Kerrie Nordstrom4 years ago in Fiction
When They Came to My Hometown
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. But it's honestly surprising they weren't here sooner. I've lived in Simi Valley for most of my life. The city is a dull place that you live in to be close to more exciting places. Our most notable landmark is Ronald Reagan's corpse, buried behind his library.
By Kelce Casey4 years ago in Fiction
Lest There be Dragons
There weren’t always dragons in the valley. There didn’t use to be much of anything in the valley, really. Still wasn’t. There was one small town, hardly noticeable, at the north end, after the valley proper. The freeway didn’t pass through or anywhere nearby. There wasn’t a single HoJo’s or Notel Motel within miles of Amfield, which at one time catered to miners and their entertainment, namely hookers, saloons, a barber, and a town jail when the fun got out of hand. The mines closed, the silver run out, and the town grew to accommodate outdoor enthusiasts; rock climbers and hikers in the summer, skiers and snowboarders in the winter for the lucky few who could find work in town. The rest of the residents had to travel eastward to Haven to work at the Nike factory. There was still a town jail in Amfield, but there was also a small courthouse, a city center which consisted of one building housing city records and licensing, and in the basement a morgue big enough to hold one body in its refrigerator until the county coroner could make it in to do an autopsy, but that didn’t happen very often. When it did, it was usually because someone got too close to the tree line while skiing or lost his grip on a ledge.
By Mayra Martinez4 years ago in Fiction
Forsooth!
Chapter 1: Sweaty Days and Sweaty Knights There weren't always dragons in the Valley. Last month it was Giants from the jungle hinterlands east of the Valley, beyond the castle-dotted peaks of the Border Mountains, that were making the rounds down here. Before that it was the Reaper’s Riverboat that threatened to claim the souls of all the Valley Kingdom’s inhabitants as he paddled down the lazy, snake-winding Queen’s Tears River. Oh, there were also the werewolves between the Reaper and the Giants—a rather short-lived scare. Before all of that were the fiery-eyed witches of Ealdor’s Pass, their blasphemous cants and irreligious rituals turning the night into a living nightmare as they sought to awaken slumbering evils within whichever malevolent realm suited your fancy. Now it was dragons.
By Andrew Iriana4 years ago in Fiction
Aithos
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. Nor should we lament their passing. For hundreds of years, we of Veratalis and the greater Valley stood hostage to the scaled tyrants. Their time as dictators by talon and guile has finally closed, and thus unfolds a new age. Indeed the dragons showed us how to work the magic of the Anchors, and they gave us much, but I say to you that they hid even more. In proposition? An expedition I say! Hark, the Age of Mysticism has come to an end, so why not begin the new one in virtue of inquiry and enlightenment. Consider the possibility that the realm of Aithos is not a realm of terra at random, set to move at the whims of the Divines, but a world onto itself. One bounded in accordance with natural law and free from the constraints of Jaheelism. Through my studies of the extraterrestrial bodies, I put forth the hypothesis that Aithos is indeed a globe. As such I suggest a venture to disprove the lies of our deceased rulers. - Sypherus Aber Gamello
By Izaic Yorks4 years ago in Fiction
Myriad Colors Of A Thousand Wings
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. There wasn't always a valley in the Valley. The histories of the two were as intertwined as mating snakes; it was impossible to determine where one ended and the other began. Nobody knew the truth of it all—not really—but everyone had their theories.
By Calen Bender 4 years ago in Fiction
The Dragon Bond
There weren’t always dragons in the valley. In fact, there weren't any magical creatures in the valley. Until 18 years ago the only magical or fantastic beast in existence was the colorful dragonfly that hovered over flowerbeds and the little hummingbirds that flitted around with magical speed. Dragons? No, there weren't always dragons in the valley.
By Cristina Velazquez4 years ago in Fiction
