Fantasy
Bleeding Red
As I was being dragged onto the plastic cover everything faded and I awoke to a dark eerie sky. I was unaware of where I was or who I became. All I knew was that I was surrounded by damp brick that stretched up to the starless night sky. I was laying on the ground as if I had fallen from the heavens. My body twisted and turned while pain blossomed in every joint. I turned my head and looked towards the light and saw that I was in an alley and I didn’t live in this city. And this city was unlike any I have ever heard.
By Amber Zajec4 years ago in Fiction
Prologue - Birth and Death
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. That was my fault. Unearthing them from their slumber. We stood at the peak of the Valley, the tower standing tall behind us, missing a piece of itself, snug in my pocket. I could feel its charge burning a thin hole in my pants. My right hand was singed and bloodied but there would be no pain soon because something worse was incoming. In the distance, deep inside Drachtal Valley, we could see home, our small village tucked away in peace. They were lucky to have those brief moments of silence—of ignorance. How I envied them.
By Benedetto Varotta4 years ago in Fiction
Artist's Scope
There weren't always dragons in the Valley… Helios was beautiful with crisp air and partly sunny skies. The sun peeked through heavy grey clouds as they swept over the afternoon sky. For Tobias Morana, the Chancellor's son, the day shone brighter than most. The citizens crowded the square for an announcement that could change history.
By Alex Pierce4 years ago in Fiction
The Death of Our Valley
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. When I was a child, the trees told stories of the Valley thousands of years ago. They told us of the times when the Valley was peaceful, alive. The Valley they knew seems so far away now. My childhood days seem so far away now. The trees tell no stories these days, the wind dances with no leaves.
By Patrick Poulin4 years ago in Fiction
Glenn Finneas
"There weren't always dragons in the valley" my grandfather lamented. When his dementia worsened, he lost touch with reality. He told these outrageous stories. At first we thought he was just passing the time, but we quickly realized that he believed every bit of it. It absolutely gutted me to see his mind decay like that. For him, a world where he's endangered by dragons, is the world he lives in. To him, this was reality.
By Jamie Brown4 years ago in Fiction
The Bones of the Dragons
There weren’t always dragons in the valley. In those days, the raids were frequent. Several times a moon, we heard the warning drums. We prepared to lose children. The morning after a raid, people would emerge from their homes with furtive, searching eyes. They looked to see who mourned, who was missing. Who was left.
By Laura Matney4 years ago in Fiction
Dragon's Thorn
There weren’t always dragons in the valley. So Mother said, but Aphrid’s memories were only of the green-covered remains of the hamlet, Dunkilly it had been called, and of its graves, and of the many wyrms that roamed there. And of course, of Sharra, the dragon who kept Aphrid and Mother prisoner.
By Marion G. Harmon4 years ago in Fiction
Dragon's Valley
There weren't always dragons in the valley. The dragons came at the same time the nightmares were unleashed on humanity and the last nation was thrown into chaos. Or so the story goes. Only a few knew the truth, and only one had the courage to tempt the fates and test a child’s bedtime story against the endless legions of the bloodied sky.
By Carson Dexx4 years ago in Fiction
The Trenaz Dragons Of Volgar
Chapter I: There weren't always dragons. However, history is built on the civilizational sacrifices of ancestral victors that survived wars to protect a vital purpose for their future generations to thrive.
By Louay Shakuri (founder of the fantasy GK Universe)4 years ago in Fiction
