Fantasy
Valley of Dragons
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. The day they came was bright and sunny, just like any other, and a small horde of people from town gathered near the fairgrounds anxiously awaiting their arrival. The onlookers lined the dusty road watching as a caravan of trucks, trailers, and buses piled into the clearing that would soon be home to The Carnival of Dragons.
By A.J. St. Clair4 years ago in Fiction
The Feline Legendarium
There weren’t always dragons in the valley. There wasn’t any death either. Or even pain. The threads of peace, harmony, and eternal life intertwined here. This was the birthplace of meow, safeguarded by the light. And where the glow of The Great Feline Valley ended, there was emptiness.
By Devon Curtis.4 years ago in Fiction
The Knight with Doll Eyes
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. The flowers appeared all at once. I had never seen flowers bloom like this. I was apprehensive of their deep yellow and bright red, like if you could unravel a coral snake. I worried about the toxin.
By Clada Idem4 years ago in Fiction
It Was On The News
"There weren't always dragons in the Valley." What did he say? Dragons? No way! "Well, just listen said hubby. It is a new sports team name. Guess why?" No clue I responded. "It is what is happening all around the country with changing sports teams' names so as not to upset the Indigenous people."
By Denise E Lindquist4 years ago in Fiction
Good Dogs Die Slow
“There weren't always dragons in the valley.” Old Dog knelt down and scratched Luna behind her pointed ears, looking back at the morning's work. Crimson slashed the wilderness over the place he once called home. Speaking the words, to keep him in practice - and on the right side of sane, “There weren't always dragons in the valley. Soon they won't be here again”. Turning away from the morning's violence he left the scent of gore, the soft whimpers of dying men, and scrubbed the ruby splatterings from his face on to his sleeve. Luna's blood-drenched muzzle snapped up as Old Dog clicked his tongue. Her disappointed eyebrows furrowed as she attempted to turn back to her meal. He clicked again and Luna begrudgingly came to heel, her long tongue pulling the flavor of meat from her fur. “Come on you two.” And so, she fell into step with her lumbering mate, Cotton. His scruff browned with layered filth. Old Dog whistled his same old tune with a renewed spring in his step.
By Trenton Huestis4 years ago in Fiction
The Callerion
The Callerion There weren’t always dragons in this valley. The legends recall a previous peace before the Magic Wars were waged between the kingdoms of the Patriarch. The powers they unleashed on the world ripped a hole in the fabric of space and time. It was their contest for domination that created the Rift. Dragons came from that unholy gash of greed, terrorizing the realms that men once lorded over.
By Mara Powers 4 years ago in Fiction
Cik the Neanderthal
Deep within the land of the north, before history had been written, existed a race of men known as Neanderthals. A people known for their capacity to survive in the midst of extreme frigidness. They knew battle well and welcomed it as if it was an old friend. It was a necessity because of the creatures that coexisted with the Neanderthals. One of the strongest warriors to ever live during the old times was among them. They called him Cik. One of his stories has been preserved through oral tradition, passed down by the descendants from a dead race.
By David Nelson4 years ago in Fiction
Dragon Onslaught
"There weren’t always dragons in the valley, said Jaurus, the seasoned Guardian, looking absently at his mead cup while playing with his long black braid. In fact, it's said that, many cycles ago, we humans were the masters of our domain and our destiny." Rookie Guardian Hope had heard the story before, of course, but she still enjoyed hearing about the legends of old and listened intently to the tale told by her mentor.
By Miguel Gagné4 years ago in Fiction
The Sacred Valley
There weren't always dragons in the valley. When humans first arrived centuries ago, there were gods. Beings of unbelievable beauty, whose skin shimmered in the moonlight, whose eyes glinted as the stars, and whose voices rang out as choruses that caused all of creation to dance. Such splendor and power were theirs that none could think to behold them or enter their graces. And yet it came to be that as humans spread across the world, over hill and dale, across verdant fields and swift rivers, that they wandered into the Valley of the Gods.
By Liam Maher4 years ago in Fiction
Beyond Tillersgate
There weren’t always dragons in the valley. And, in the North, their presence was still absent. The North had no legends of dragons, no tale was told of them. No farmer had ever looked up at the night sky and seen one cross the moon. Grandmother’s never warned the young of them or told harrowing tales of loved ones sacrificed to keep a dragon at bay. No, dragons simply just did not exist in the North. It was doubtful they ever would.
By Rachael Bazley 4 years ago in Fiction
