Fantasy
Cybra
"There weren't always dragons in the valley. Those fire-belching serpents were mostly known only to roam on Terra, Earth. Not here, not on Cybra, and certainly not in a town like Aldan. The audacity. We are a noble and peaceful civilization. Not some water gulping, carbon exuding, solid food consuming, earthling."
By Ocean Desmore4 years ago in Fiction
The Dragons' Ward
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. There wasn't always Magic in the Valley either. Where one exists, the other follows. I suppose in time I, too, shall become accustomed to their presence. I just hope, for all our sakes, that it doesn’t come at the same cost.
By Samantha Jane Reason4 years ago in Fiction
The Luckmaster's Promise
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. Sometimes, like now, months would go by without a winged shadow passing overhead, or the snap of fangs against fingers in the berry bushes. Other times a new crop of the beasts would seem to arrive daily. But with every sighting, after a string of dragonless weeks or none, the Luckmaster would totter out to read the omens, and tell the Valley at large what future the new flights heralded. That, and what they must do about it.
By Izzy Franks4 years ago in Fiction
Dragon Fist
“There weren’t always dragons in the Valley.” Holdyn’s voice was quiet in the darkness. The rest of the fist sat still and listened as his low voice reminisced about times before they were all born. He rarely spoke of Before, but when he did, he was always guaranteed a rapt audience.
By Nichole M. Willden4 years ago in Fiction
The Past was Green
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. In fact, it was greener when there was. I remember. I was a young mercenary girl, and we trekked to the borderlands of Clodaan, where warring tribes fought for land and gold, treasures and renown, but fell on the pointed end of their hubris and greed. The desert sands consumed the dead like a thirsty flower that could never be quenched. I shake sand out of my hair to this day.
By Joseph Gagnon4 years ago in Fiction
Heart of Fire
-There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. Griffin had two miles left to go, the heat on his back and neck slowing him to a crawl. A mile down the path was a small creek, big enough to drink from but too small to cool the fire roasting the back of his body. He had to stay low and move only when he was certain it was safe to do so. Any misstep would mean his life, and the life of his newborn baby girl. He needed to get the medicine to her soon, or she would surely die from the fever. He checked the sky and the surrounding mountains and took off at a sprint. As the sparse copse of trees loomed up ahead, he noticed a shudder in the small bushes surrounding the trunks. His heart leapt in his chest, but he had to keep going. Stopping out in the open was not an option. He needed cover. As he ducked below the smallest branches and into the safety of the brush, he felt eyes upon him, and he swung around with his sword ready for battle. Looking back at him was a tiny set of eyes and dirty blond hair coated with soot and black ash. For what seemed like an eternity, they both stared at one another not moving an inch, wary but thankful to not be facing down the jaws of death.
By Christopher4 years ago in Fiction
