Fantasy

The Shadow
Angela takes slow and steady steps across the black ash-covered road. The soft wind produced by her boot steps blows the ashes into the air like bits of snowflakes. After floating for a few seconds, the clumps dissolve into thin air, and new clumps of black ashes take their place. Tall, dark, buildings surround her as she walks, the tops of them being unseen due to the dark, black, sky. Is it the weather, itself, that is creating this illusion of darkness, or are the ashes completely overtaking the sky, turning it pitch black? The answer is unknown.
By Phoebe4 years ago in Fiction
The Cloak of Many Things
“There weren’t always dragons in the valley.” Iyren whispered. She sat with her hands around her knees staring down at the dying coals of the cook fire. The embers cast a dim light across the evergreens, but more importantly their meager heat helped stave off impending frostbite. Around her displaced families spoke softly and sang their sorrows amongst themselves.
By Joseph Dobie4 years ago in Fiction
Of Crystal Flames & Dragon Fire
Prologue - The Kyndling There weren’t always dragons in the valley. The valley once teemed with people. Towns and villages dotted the landscape, and everyone lived in relative peace. Children played in the streets, and villagers joyously welcomed the seasons with new moon festivals.
By Michaela F. - "Hiraeth"4 years ago in Fiction
A New Beginning
There weren’t always dragons in the valley. The valley is usually a peaceful place. A course, looking at it now, no one would ever believe such a statement. We all have a pretty good idea of whom to blame for all the violence and suffering.
By Jimmy luster4 years ago in Fiction
Chase of Fate
There weren't always Dragons in the Valley there weren't always Waves in the Sun there weren't always wars to be Won there weren't-
By M Coop4 years ago in Fiction
Uberous Valley
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. For generations, the lush, verdant Uberous Valley had been a garden paradise. Rich, fruitful, land grew crops in effortless ease and abundance. More than enough for everyone in Verdant Village to have everything they needed and more. Illness, starvation, greed... These were dark things told of a time long past. War? War was stories told of other places. Other people. Lesser people.
By Canyon Cappola (TheNomad)4 years ago in Fiction
The Dawn of Magic
There weren’t always dragons in the valley, until they began coming from the deserts in the north. They came in massive numbers, it’s unclear if they were invading or fleeing. They corrupted the hearts of men as they flooded over the land. Taking as they pleased bewitching the people to fight their battles. The dragons were at war with themselves. Some fought to gain an advantage over others for territory. Others for the pleasure of fighting and being In control. My father was one of these bewitched fighters. He rose from his bed one night and walked away wearing only his pants and carrying a kitchen knife. Father Trenton came and told us the news
By Tiana Hall4 years ago in Fiction
A Song Of The Godless
"There weren't always dragons in the valley." a bored, arrogant voice fell hard to the ground. The rain assaulted the stone walls of the cell. The air was cold, damp, and smelled of despair and hopelessness. Mold was growing in the back corners that the rats used to shroud themselves in the shadows. They had already made a break for their nests at the first booming of the sky being ripped open by the clashing lightning above the ocean waves. A single lit torch barely glowing with life, just out side the wooden bars of the cells supplied the only breath of warmth casting a small light struggling to hold it's own against the shadows.
By Hayden N Bell4 years ago in Fiction
The Wizard's Apprentice & The Quest for the Dragon Eye
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. There have been legends of dragons living in the surrounding mountains for as long as there have been people living here. However, without sightings of dragons for hundreds of years, the old legends became accepted as nothing more than fairy tales. That all changed last night when hundreds of dragons descended in a swarm on the Valley. Causing mass destruction, wreaking havoc, and inciting chaos all throughout the city … and I might be the one responsible for bringing them here. I'm hoping that writing the events that transpired out like this will help clear my mind, and possibly my conscience as well. To give the full picture of what happened, I'll have to start from a few months ago when an eighth grade history lesson sparked the journey that has changed my life, forever.
By S.J. Parker4 years ago in Fiction
Dawn From the Valley of Glass
There weren't always dragons in the valley. Just as there weren't always flowers, There weren't always rivers, There weren't always blankets of parasitic weeds.
By Langley Häftling 4 years ago in Fiction
The Secrets of the Sword
There weren't always dragons in the valley, they swarmed the villages leaving no survivors, only blackened skeletons of what they were. Sometimes if you were lucky, you survived, but most of the villagers were brutally slaughtered. Cil woke up to a deafening roar he shot out of bed and ran to his window. To his dismay he saw flames billowing from the stone thatch houses and people screaming in terror. His door was kicked open and his father rushed to his side “Cil run! Take my sword and my ring go... get out of here! "Cil nodded he was too terrified to speak. He ran out the house rushing through the village and out of the gate, he looked back to get one last glimpse of his father who was fighting one of the dragons then he saw something that chilled his soul. The evil beast spat bright purple flames at his father who in that moment disappeared he craned his neck to see him again but alas he couldn’t, Cil feared the worst, he ran and ran till he was on a hill overlooking the smoke and flames that was all that remained of his village. Tears fell uncontrollably down his face as he watched the fire destroy everything he knew and loved; he sat down on the cold hard ground and began to cry. “What am I going to do now” he thought.
By Gemma Ellithorn 4 years ago in Fiction
Mythano Cycle
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley, but they supposedly came when we needed them in the old days. We shall see if that still holds true. The legends about the protectors of the weak, the bold tribe of naturally armoured warriors are nowadays only talked about by the bards.
By Nick Tarleton4 years ago in Fiction