Fantasy
Scales Form The Story
“There weren’t always dragons in the valley…” I tuned out the audio book the teacher was determined to make us listen to. I had heard the short story for years; it was a repetitive hassle at this point just for the English grade. Taking a look around the classroom I saw the teacher had her head in the book as well. My inner me grinned with a devious glint as I popped an earbud in under my mass of hair. Looking at my phone on the sly, I noticed my girlfriend had shot me a text. Checking to make sure I still had clearance, I responded really quick and opened a music app.
By Bianca Hubbard4 years ago in Fiction
Here there be Dragons
There weren’t always dragons in the valley, but that was before my uncle disappeared, then all things changed. What I had always believed to be myths became reality. I am getting ahead of myself though. I cannot start in the middle of the story; you would get as lost as I was. No, to know what became of the Blue Valley, and my uncle, I must take you back to the beginning.
By Craig Watson4 years ago in Fiction
Through the Valley of Glass
“There weren’t always dragons in the Valley.” The opening to Lyanne’s script never sat right with her. She was tired of hearing it after reciting the line over and over, but it never failed to grab the attention of each new audience—not that they had much to look at, given their pitch-black surroundings.
By M. J. Northwood4 years ago in Fiction
The Last and First
“There weren’t always dragons in the valley,” was how he’d usually start, and everyone in the longhouse would settle down to listen to a story. That was the signal. Then Symes would rattle his way through an old tale, often about how the old tribes used to live in the vale or about the long diaspora to the scrublands. Sometimes, once in a while, he’d tell a story about the dragons.
By Grantt Ennis4 years ago in Fiction
Veransturm
There weren’t always dragons in the valley. But the people of the valley had dealt with them for so long it was the only life they knew. No one knew why the dragons had made the valley their home or why they decided to lay waste to everything they set their sharp eyes upon. Miraculously, the neighboring kingdoms and cities had been left alone, adding another mystery to the dragons’ ambitions.
By Murry Haithcock4 years ago in Fiction
Dragon Valley
There never used to be dragons in the valley. Not real ones, anyway. There still aren’t. Just don’t let those idiots who decided they wanted to take over and call themselves dragons hear you say that. Since they moved in and declared themselves The Dragons of Dragon Valley, they will beat anyone who says they are not to unconsciousness. Not enough to reduce their ability to work, just enough that people have stopped pointing out the obvious discrepancies.
By Karen Dwyer4 years ago in Fiction
An Excerpt From Lord Markand’s Histories Of Magick and Strange Events.
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. Grandfather Todd told stories of a time when there were three large villages in the Valley. The old man would sit and mumble to children for hours. He claimed that in those days so many people would come to Festival that you could walk for two hours and still not see the end of the thousand camps. That was before the war with the plains people, Grandfather would tell the stories of the war as well but he had never seen a dragon. He almost never told stories about the plagues which came after the war.
By Carl Ballard Swanson4 years ago in Fiction
Tadres Prologue
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. Midsong Valley, I mean. That is where I live, along with about 2200 other people in the town of Haedleigh. The Valley resides high in the Tauntrie Mountains, the only mountain range in the country of Aleusen. The dragons love it here for the location—high altitudes so it stays cold year round. Since their bodies run hot with the fire in their blood, the brisk air keeps them cool.
By S. M. Risdon4 years ago in Fiction
Chapter 1
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. I don’t know if everyone knows this, but I do. I’ve heard the Old Stories. The stories that are forbidden now. Stories my great grandfather would tell me of when we lived above ground. Stories of adventures in the sun. I believe they’re more than just stories, and that we didn’t always live in the dark. That can only mean one thing, there weren’t always dragons in the Valley.
By Jeffrey Sparks4 years ago in Fiction
The Legend of the five armies
There weren't always dragons in the valley. The people of the isle of Galathay would come to name them the Lohikäärme, a tribute to their Finnish ancestors who would bravely fight in the battle of 811AD. Unfortunately, none would survive such warfare, and the only surviving article of the war between man and beast was the scrolls of the ancients, an archive of information containing every detail of that seen during such violence. In an attempt to secure freedom from such creatures, the five armies of Peridonkle, Hindlegrove, Eruun, Grundlethorpe, and Berrydunne had taken to the valleys of Elderfulder to fight, the valleys of which are still home to many of the beasts of which were not quite dragons and yet, not quite human either. The battle would appear obsolete if not for the scriptures left behind by the former elders.
By Billie Whyte4 years ago in Fiction
War of the Wolven Lord
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. Lord Fenrir and his wolven pack made sure of that. Three summers had slipped by since they had vanished and Fenrir Hall remained empty, while the village had been left to fester and fend for itself. Weeping like a rotten wound.
By Sophie Holcroft4 years ago in Fiction
