Fantasy
The Guardian
There weren't always dragons in the valley. When we arrived, the land was a barren wasteland. But it was Baloryx who restored order. She breathed into the stream's crevice, and I watched the water slowly seep to the surface, gurgling to life. Little green sprouts poked through the dry, cracked soil and quickly covered the valley floor with lush vegetation. While wildflowers traced her path.
By Wren Kingsley4 years ago in Fiction
Hatchling
"There weren't always dragons in the Valley." Nix said in a low haunting voice. Liam's brown eyes grew wide as he leaned closer to his sister, hanging onto her every word. The rain pounded on the roof. Light danced through the room as the crackling fire roared. A mischievous smile crossed Nix's face. "That's right. They used to walk the streets, fly through the air…" she paused and leaned closer to her brother. "Devouring any little boy that didn't listen to his big sister."
By Brandon J Ramey4 years ago in Fiction
The Valley of Dragons
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. In fact, the valley was a wasteland until they arrived ten years ago. No one knew where they came from. One day, they just appeared and the next, the valley was turned into an oasis. There was a large lake with a waterfall near the far end. The middle was lush grass and forests. There were about twenty dragons living there.
By Eileen Roof4 years ago in Fiction
Prophecy of a Glass Heart
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. At least not that the humans knew. It wasn’t until the first dragon, Cleos, was discovered two centuries after the world, Avardis’s, creation that they were believed to be fantasy. Even more time passed before they were accepted into society, and yet still, they suffered from human fear.
By Gabriela V. Rivera4 years ago in Fiction
When dragons became pixies
There weren't always dragons in the Valley of the small world of the Freedom pixie sprites. My name is Moonbeam, and long ago I started dreaming of these wonderful flying beings with multicolored wings and beautiful kind eyes that wished to be my friends. When we spoke, we somehow understood each other. They were pleasant dreams, the kinds that made you wake up smiling and wishing that they were real.
By Novel Allen4 years ago in Fiction






