Fantasy

Dynasties of Shiryu:
Chapter I: Dragon and Lion There weren't always dragons in the Valley there, a Golden lion that shines like the sun lived for thousands of years before the dragon arrived in the valley, and they are believed to be Gods. Bonded with their blood to create a Dragon Lion called Shiryu. In a world split by a large island volcano in the middle of the planet called Volcano of Ryu lies a world called Munji. Many civilizations rose up in this world, these humans called themselves Hunnans in the first language of the first civilization of Munji. This civilization settled on this world prospered and settled across different continents. Munji before of the arrival of Hunnans was inhabited and dominated by Shiryu a dragon-like creature with mane a body of a lion and eyes that glow like crystals, for thousands of years these creatures dominated the world of Munji. A herd of Shiryu called Gons migrated throughout the islands across Munji before the arrival of Hunnans that came from the rise of the first hunt from the first civilization from the unknown lands in the south of Munji. Shiryu is not able to fly, but some species of Shiryu can breathe underwater for hours. They only eat fish and Landash and meat from Niushi cow like creatures but are almost the size of a small house. One diet of Shiryu is Landash where it can only be seen every fire spring where ash rains for months like snow across Munji. Shiryu feast on these ashes that feels like snow, but it is not cold legend has it that Landash give Shiryu special powers. The Hunnans in the era of the first civilization started the first hunt and hunted the Shiryu to the brink of extinction.
By Dragonjie 4 years ago in Fiction
The CharHollow Chronicles
There weren’t always dragons in the valley. The Empty Lands, as the outsiders called my home, was a place of joy and simplicity. My people had lived there for hundreds of rotations before The Calamity struck. My birth group was a mere five rotations at the time, so the great tale of the event is only known through the passed words from our lore wardens.
By Sabrina Huskins4 years ago in Fiction
Imperius
“There weren’t always dragons in the Valley,” she mumbled reading through the first several pages of the dusty, barley legible scrolls. The section of the library in the Imperial City which Elstrial had found herself was rarely visited. Most of the library’s visitors were all concerned with the recent events of the Esoteric Order of Dagon and the fallout of the assassination of the emperor, however Elstrial Astarte was more concerned with the appearance of dragons, or at least what the travelers coming from Old Town said were dragons. She flipped the scroll over extremely carefully, making sure to not allow it to crumble. The vast majority of the texts in the section where she located were all of pre-imperial origin, which made the texts here at the most conservative level twelve thousand years old. During that time ancient humanity and the ancient elves had banded together to defeat the tyranny of the Dragon Lords and hunted them to extension, or so every one was led to believe.
By Jessica Heath4 years ago in Fiction
Fire and Lies
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. The elders talk about days past when it was safe to walk through the flower beds and pick mushrooms without fear of being roasted. True, the fear of dying by fire, of that instant of unimaginable pain when your body's cells reach the boiling point and burst, is such a terrifying prospect that we tend to forget the other horrors surrounding us. I have, like everyone else, wondered about that long second of suffering before your organs turn to cinder blocks. But I am also aware of other dangers in a way many of my peers seem not to be.
By Adriana M4 years ago in Fiction
Destroyer of Warmbloods
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. Greeog the Terrible, Destroyer of Warmbloods, issued a stream of white-hot flame from between his curved fangs. Less than a snout’s length away, the bars of his cell glowed amber with the heat. The bars were thicker by half than Greeog’s foreleg, and he had only a few more heartbeats between Varaya’s next looping stroll past the prisoners. If she saw the damage on the bars, Greeog would be forced into a new cage again. He’d have to start formulating yet another scheme to escape, which would throw all of his plans off kilter. He might be a bringer of chaos, only barely shy of being a very god of flame, but he grew quite displeased when his plots were interrupted. Varaya and her ilk owned every dragon in the Evey Valley. For now.
By Brynne Nelson4 years ago in Fiction
Shattered Stars
There weren’t always dragons in the valley… but there were always flowers. I walked throughout a meadow- and basked in the glory that surrounded me… far ahead of me, the trees split the sky and the field I stood in. The sky was completely clear- almost uncomfortably so. Flowers filled the grass at my feet, and I joyfully laid in them. Nature was one of the things I loved so much- an endless paradise surrounded me, and too did a feeling of euphoria- far from unusual, but in this case it was almost suspiciously so. A soft breeze started enveloping the area. My eyes opened back up at this, and I sat up glancing to where the wind blew… “Wind?”
By Gabriel Walden4 years ago in Fiction
The Dragon Piñata
Chapter 1 "There weren't always dragons in the Valley," My papa read aloud from Gabriel’s story book. Gabe sat wide-eyed and cross-legged, with a fake wooden sword given to the most noble knights of Salinas, CA . It was almost noon, and the sun was blaring intensely as my family set up the birthday decorations. The grass moved slowly, and the soft hum of the summer bugs brought a tranquil contrast to the commotion on our porch.
By K L4 years ago in Fiction
Herrinon
There weren’t always dragons in the valley. There weren’t always people in the valley, either, but how drastically things can change over time. Several hundred years ago, a small group traveled to the northern peninsula and stuck their swords into the land. There were some hot days and some harsh winter nights. Many died, but over time a Kingdom rose from the ground becoming the wealthiest region in the world. Eventually, other territories, communities, and kingdoms were built, but none were as prosperous as Herrinon.
By Marc Quaranta4 years ago in Fiction
Dragon Fire
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. Once…there was a time the land prospered, not plagued by monsters or kings. The people had been content- peaceful.
By Grace Gerrish4 years ago in Fiction
The Dragon Born
There weren't always dragons in the valley. Just like the poison that now runs through my veins. As each day goes by I find myself being consumed by evil, it has tainted me from the inside out, every waking moment I feel as though spiders are crawling underneath my skin. It's unbearable, but I manage. Somehow we all manage. After the dragons killed my brother life became dull, they slaughtered him without remorse. He was one of them and they murdered him. You see my brother and I are first born royals with dragon blood, you could imagine my parent's reaction. Ecstatic about twins but when our eyes opened to reveal a black line instead of a circular pupil they were shocked. Well, that's what I was told anyway. The town folk have judged us for our appearance since it was first announced. Slowly they started to realise we were not your average human, we had abilities like no other, senses that created chaos that filled our fickle minds. It was consuming, the power, we lusted for more, if we could light a candle with the wave of our hands, why not a fire?
By Gabrielle 4 years ago in Fiction
Survive Where Survival Is Key
“There weren’t always dragons in the valley. At least, not until the rings broke out.” Each time Shawn Aerelynn started this section, he groaned mentally. There were expectant eyes watching from his classroom as he recounted the local tale. Each kid’s face looked washed of the normal inattentive façade as something more interesting came along. Heads leaned forward as if trying to see the internal movie on page as the tale unfolded.
By Bianca Hubbard4 years ago in Fiction
Patronage of Dragons
“There weren’t always dragons in the Valley.” Lilium watched, eyes wide with marvel and a fervor to learn. She followed the fluid movements of Sir Pogona’s fingers as they traced a map of the Solen Valley.
By Lexi Warthen4 years ago in Fiction