Fantasy
We Were Never Dragons
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. Once upon a time the Koilada and Drakontes were one people. We were at peace. Waterfalls flowed from the mountains into our valley home. Wildflowers littered the earthen floor like rodi seeds in summer.
By Lilia Gestson4 years ago in Fiction
Through the Valley
“There weren’t always dragons in the Valley.” His own voice echoed methodically inside his head. The words rang and repeated. Over and over. Sometimes slowly, and then sometimes quickly as he began working himself into action. Just as he’d get ready to move, he’d need another slow repetition of the words to ready himself again.
By Chris Mitchell4 years ago in Fiction
Footprints of the Dragon Queen
There weren’t always dragons in the valley. Hidden after the War of the Gods, Solarion and Aleria were the two dragons of old that remained. Gywdion had kept them safe, in the shadows of The White Mountain. Patiently, they waited for the, taircheadal, the time of prophecy to awaken the hearts of humanity from darkness to light. From ancient days, they served as the guardians of kings and queens; elemental keepers of fire and water, masculine and feminine in harmony, created to protect the children of The Great Mother and Father Dragons who’d been exiled from the Garden of EA. Now that I have come to call Avalon home, that Rufus and I have found one another, the time of Dragon Priest Kings and Priestess Queens has come once more.
By Jill Vinci Quinn4 years ago in Fiction
The Land of Dragonia: The Unlikely Heroine
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. The time before the dragons came to the land of Draconia was later renamed the land of Dragonia once dragons had settled in its vast Valley. It was a peaceful time when humans had just settled and began to cultivate and mine the land in hopes of establishing a home to bring up their young and live in harmony. No one knows where the dragons hailed from or why they picked The Valley of Hyacinth to reside but when they came down in droves, the humans did not anticipate that the dragons were not chaotic beasts of evil seeking to murder and take the land for themselves but instead wanted to negotiate a pact. The pact was that the dragons would help the humans cultivate and mine the land and live among them in peace. You see the dragons were not the kind of dragons you hear of in the many tales you heard as a child, these creatures had two forms. They were magnificently large, shiny scales and fire-breathing creatures but they could transform into humanoids that looked like any other human but had horns that sat like a mantle atop their heads, eyes that sparkled like crystals in the moonlight, and when fully grown possessed great strength. Although the King of the human settlers, known as The Great Vanguard the 1st agreed to the terms the Dragon leader known as Ren asked for, many of his subjects were afraid that such powerful beasts could overthrow them and take their home away in the blink of an eye and so word started to circulate and travel to the neighboring lands.
By Katie. E. Ridley4 years ago in Fiction
"The Dragon Of The Nephas"
There weren't always dragons in the valley. Though they had settled there not long after the vicious war between the Cratons (from planet Beyre), and the Legions (Planet X) forced them out from the deep crevices in the meadows of the isolated mountains. The Cratons were a well-known ally of mankind since the dawn of human civilization, and they readily waged war with any entity that dared to challenge them.
By Stormy R Seal4 years ago in Fiction
The Valley Of Tarnisia
Prologue: There weren't always dragons in the valley. However, upon their unprecedented arrival, they created a widespread pandemonium in the community of Tarnisians, as well as the scattered communities throughout the South Pacific. At that time panic ensued, claiming every stretch of territory. The people were calling out to their many gods and goddesses, doing whatever they could to scare them away.
By Stormy R Seal4 years ago in Fiction
Erik the Traveler
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. On an unremarkable morning, there came one, and on an equally, just as unremarkable morning the following day, came another. And then another one came. Surprisingly and unannounced, they flocked to the verdant doorstep of the fruitful valley domain and were eager to glut their appetite on livestock and to set up nests. They came in one-by-one and later in groups, and maybe in the end, it would have been best described as a burgeoning horde of plump, disgusting dragons.
By Wilson Campbell4 years ago in Fiction
