Fantasy

glimmer
There weren't always dragons in the Valley… No one knew where they came from. At first, no one knew what they were at all. In fact, the whole village thought it was a pack of wolves stealing our sheep. We only started getting concerned when it was more than the usual Packwood, Steele, and then on one unfaithful night, a child was taken. So we sent out our strongest and bravest men into the Valley to find out what was taking them. Out of the 20 people that left. Only one came back.
By Loka Gypsy4 years ago in Fiction
If There Be Dragons
There weren’t always dragons in the valley. Or were there? Who knows? Maybe we just couldn’t see them. We humans like to think we’ve got it all figured out. We make our declarations, saying things like; there is no intelligent life on other planets, Megalodons no longer exist, or there’s no such thing as Big Foot. But how do we know? How do we really know? Are we so absolutely sure of ourselves that we can make such claims?
By Jennifer Green A.K.A. Jenna Lynn Bretz4 years ago in Fiction
The Cost of Magic
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. Nor was I. “Do something, you damned fool!” shouted Adekin. Over the gates, the stick-bundles walls plastered with mud, the serpents thundered their wings, sweeping to and fro. The young men of the village rode in wild circles on their steeds, the glint of steel broad swords flashing like lightning. It was early afternoon, yet the blaze of burning homes darkened the sky.
By Patrick D. Lynch4 years ago in Fiction
For Dragons
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. There were legends of them, though in a time so long passed that any real truth in the stories seemed lost. But perhaps it was naïve to think in a land with magic someone wouldn’t try to bring them back. Who can resist stories, legends passed down knowingly in circles gathered around fires, bodies huddled together against the night? Who can resist the lure of power?
By York S.4 years ago in Fiction
Call of the Dragon Rider
Chapter One There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. For most of my life, the heavens have been empty of beasts, humans, and Gods. Only the great ash clouds scudded across the crimson sky.
By Miller Atlas4 years ago in Fiction
When The Ether-Net Goes Down
"There weren't always dragons in the Valley." Fuck, seriously? G'Varth checked his scrying table again. He'd rolled the dice, translated the corresponding runes, and sure enough, this is what The Ether had generated. He couldn't run with this! This was like... Cats can't talk!
By Erika Savage4 years ago in Fiction
Stonefish
There weren't always dragons in the valley, but the greenness of the land was owed to dragon activity. Their scorching breath caused huge fires that revived the soil. Fire on the plain, forest in the rain. That was the saying.
By Marcel Reis-Vermeil4 years ago in Fiction
An Aria of Angels
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. But today, he knew there would be at least one. Demetrius closed his eyes and took in a deep breath. Cold. Damp. Salty. He felt the tiny water droplets stick to his face. The mixture of the briny air with his perspiration made him feel sticky. He could hear the waves crash in the distance, the sound like a choir of forlorn angels, their voices hollow yet resounding. Its unceasing nature was enveloping.
By S.R. Var4 years ago in Fiction
Frost Fall
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley, but now they're here and all I can think about is finding my family! The dragons keep coming through those blood red rifts in the sky. My god they're burning everything with their breath! I have to make it up the hill to my family's hut! I have to make sure my younger brother is safe!
By Wolf_of_ Frost4 years ago in Fiction
Perilous Heroics
"There wasn't always dragons in the valley..." started the storyteller Crim. He was an aged old man with long white hair and a long scraggly beard to match. His clothing was a simple patched and stained dark blue and grey robe with stars, moons, and suns all over it.
By Shannon Lejuan Clements4 years ago in Fiction
Sun and Blood
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. When the magic was lost the shifters walked among us, unable to change. That was so long ago that the memories of our abilities was all but myth and stories.
By Nadia Cowperthwaite4 years ago in Fiction
The Valley
The Simulation “There weren’t always dragons in the valley,” said the old man. All the kids gave him a puzzled look.
By Eve Jones4 years ago in Fiction