Fantasy
Deceitful Tidings
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. I spun around. “Who said that!?” No one accompanied me; I was alone with only the shadows of dust flickering against the cavern walls. The voice had resembled that of an Orcish being as depicted in the theatres.
By Gustave Deresse4 years ago in Fiction
Designer Dragons
“There weren't always dragons in the Valley.” The dissonant squawking of seagulls fighting for food drowns out his mother’s voice emanating from his cellular phone. Zavier Mahler knows Hope wants to meet him here today at Leviathan River Valley, yet isn’t really sure why. He’s sitting on a log on the river bank. The air is pleasantly cool on this early June morning. A dark green dragon with a wingspan of forty-one feet flies through the bright light blue sky as Zavier breathes in the summer breeze, feels his lungs expand, and heaves a melancholy sigh. He remembers how his father, Lucien, used to take him here on weekends back when no real dragons were ever seen.
By ANTICHRIST SUPERSTAR4 years ago in Fiction
Dragons and Butterflies
There weren't always dragons in the valley. A valley where ugly fire-flamed dragons roamed deep into the earth, hidden by trees, caves, and scared nature trying to survive. Beautiful butterflies flitted among the flowers, burned to a crisp by the flames.
By Della Lonaker4 years ago in Fiction
Pendragon
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. That’s what Seren’s father said. She was never sure if he was just telling stories, though. It didn’t seem possible that there was a time before the endless trudging across scorched earth, through withered trees and around broken mountaintops, always listening for dreaded wingbeats. Dragons were a fact of life for Seren, and life was cruel.
By Jim Horlock4 years ago in Fiction
Valley of Old Bones
VALLEY OF OLD BONES 1. ‘There weren’t always dragons in the valley. Or giant bats or tarantulas or really huge venom-spitting frogs but in any case if the worst thing in the world happens and you meet one of them or even all of them at the same time or even something we didn’t even know existed then you needn’t worry ‘cos all you have to do is spin round three times and say a magic word or three magic words in a row but one should work if you cross your fingers then if you do that then every evil thing in the world will just shrivel up and die and in any case if you’ve got a spirit guide with you then it’s fine anyway because…’
By Elaine Ruth White4 years ago in Fiction
The Keepers
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. There weren’t always ships in the Sea, either, but no one bothered much about that. Ships were useful, and if they drifted in from beyond the Edge, no one was going to complain. Even the battered ones could provide materials or kindling. Some were in good enough shape to sail. The rest simply crowded together over the years, catching and linking and moving as one on the gentle waters. Some said that the floating Village of Rusenflyte created itself, and the villagers came later. Just where some of those villagers came from—well, perhaps there weren’t always humans in the Fae Realm, either. But, neither were there always ships in the Sea. Nor, apparently, dragons in the Valley.
By Ondine M. Winkless4 years ago in Fiction
The Ones Who Hunt
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. At least, there hadn’t been for as long as any written record on parchment could tell. There were plenty of pictures though, ancient paintings on old cave walls that showed huge wings, long spiked tails and torrents of fire. No one knew why the dragons left. Some thought perhaps the valleys of their gentle mountains just got too small for them. Perhaps the food became too scarce or the winters too harsh.
By Cassandra Layne4 years ago in Fiction
Tales of Zemmera:
There weren’t always dragons in the valley. There was once a time where my floating island in the sky was home to only one dragon. I used my power to lift the island away from the mainlands. The Island is massive with its own mountain and beautiful waterfalls that lead into its many woodlands. All its beauty aside, its most important purpose was to serve as a getaway for myself and a few other races to avoid the ongoing conflict below. The dragons beneath me all either wished to rule the world, or protect all the beauties which the world had to offer. Finding no peaceful solution, they caused chaos across the land destroying so many different races entirely, and bringing the dragon population itself down to a mere handful. I did not watch the horror with my eyes, but I could feel it both in vibrations caused from battle, and a certain sixth sense of pain caused by the mass loss of life. Time went by and some of the few races I had saved from the chaos had built themselves structures to live in, farms and pastures to feed themselves, and a temple where they would go to worship me as their savior. As the only one who could fly above the island I could see that I truly had saved them. Sometimes I would visit their temple and tell them stories of power even higher than my own. Whenever they would bring offerings to me, I would return the offerings back to the people in secret. One day while I was in the temple bringing knowledge to the people, I heard the subtle vibrations of a dragon beating its wings in the skies above my island. I went outside the temple telling everyone from the town to stay inside. I looked into the sky and saw a shadow flying through the clouds. Our eyes locked against each other as I walked into the forest and away from the temple. The trees cut away our gaze, but I could still hear the dragon circling above me. It wasn't long before I reached a clearing in the trees where our eyes locked again and the shadow descended from the sky. It hit the ground hard pushing leaves into the air and leaving a small crater in the ground for each of its four legs. He used his long neck as a guide as he approached me slowly until we were face to face with each other.
By Sc00ter Empire4 years ago in Fiction
The Breath of Death
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. But once we brought them inside our walls this became their home. They once raged in far off lands, blistering their winters with their flames, scorching the earth until ash fell from the sky, replacing the snow that capped the lands. In their wake, nothing grew, water was scarce, and no life was able to thrive.
By jarred fred4 years ago in Fiction
There weren't always dragons in the Valley...
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. As a matter of fact, there weren’t many dragons anywhere near where humans lived. The kept themselves to themselves in the mountains and, apart from the odd bone-chilling screech and a few missing sheep when their diet tired of wild boar, most people forgot they were even there.
By Simon Dell4 years ago in Fiction
The Sword of Souls
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. At least, that was what Rebane’s grandmother had told him, but she was well known by the people of Hythe for her fanciful tales and ridiculous stories. As a small boy, Rebane had sat at his grandmother’s feet and listened with awe as she described the swift might of the Elves, the powerful wingbeats of the Fae, and the immense strength of the Fenrir. She had guided his imagination through hidden caves, blue lagoons, and over the edge of the tallest mountains. Once, he had believed it all, but now, he was almost a man, and it was time he stopped believing in fairy tales.
By Mairi Stuart4 years ago in Fiction
