Fantasy

Valley of Bones
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. In fact, if I’m going to be perfectly honest, there still aren’t. I just have always thought that would be an epic first line to an epic fantasy; There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. Notice that “Valley” is capitalized. That’s because, around here, there’s really only one. This is it. The one valley. The Valley.
By Abigail Penhallegon4 years ago in Fiction
The Girl and The Dragon
There weren’t always dragons in the valley. We came in the time of peace. We lived through the native’s wars and now they turn their wrath upon us.
By Leonie 4 years ago in Fiction
Dragon Dance
There weren’t always dragons in the valley. A cold shiver ran down Kota’s spine, despite the warm sun shining. There’s no such thing as dragons, she reassured herself. She could see clouds forming in the distance and could smell rain on the air. Sunshine and rain at the same time means the dragons are having their dances. She shrugged her pack higher on her shoulders, said aloud, “Paper Drama,” for reassurance and kept walking.
By Lori Araki4 years ago in Fiction
Double Dragoons
"People who do not believe in the existence of dragons are often eaten by dragons." ~ Ursula K. Le Guin There weren't always dragons in the Valley of Ataúd. At least not until the ancient Dräägz⁠—Bel-Katran & Dorn-Atrax⁠—were stirred from their primeval slumber by archaeologists digging beneath the rocky surface of Draco Primus. On separate continents, the human twins Ereboz & Eroz each found a diadem that turned out to be Royal Gemstones belonging to Bel-Katran & Dorn-Atrax (respectively). As a result, both brothers were transformed into 'Dragoons'; whom blindly executed the will of those powerful dragon lords.
By Obsidian Eagle4 years ago in Fiction
Weather Girls
Thick was the air, so muggy that a knife could cut through it. Just another one of those days when she just wanted to be alone. Away from it all, down the stairs, next to the pool of the condominium complex. Away from the swishing ice of the red plastic cups, the senseless chatter, the brooding heavy trap music. Anna was no party girl, but with the mascara running, the shimmering gold miniskirt and red-bottomed pumps said otherwise.
By HAIQEEM4 years ago in Fiction
The Starry Knight
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. The hills had been home to many things, creatures, monsters, even spirits. the wind whistled it’s tune through the ripples and waves in the architecture, and the trees glistened with a fresh dew, highlighting its emerald green nature. how long had it been since the dragons had come? Emily wondered. As long as she had been born, she had been prepared for the case she might meet one. Her father told her tales of when he was a boy, when the land had been laden with all elements of dragons. Her favorite story had been the one of the Starry Knight. He was brave, chivalrous, and mysterious. Many moons ago, when their small town of Caereuluna had come under attack, he appeared and defeated Impes, the strongest of all dragons said to lurk the Earth. Those who witnessed the night and wrote about it claimed the stars shone brighter than they thought one could, and all seemed to appear like falling snow, frozen in place. Impes clawed up the earth, wrecking havoc with everything amongst its path. Citizens ran left and right amongst the panic, with one girl falling in the line of Impes. With her eyes closed, she faintly cried as the cold wind chilled the tears against her face. Suddenly, a tall figure, though young and roughly around her age, stood between her and Impes. His sword, visibly chipped from many battles, now glistened in the moons light, against Impes’ dark claws filled with gravel, dirt, and muck. His light skin glistened against the dark night skies, his purple eyes twinkled like a nebula, and his dark hair sparkled with faint navy blue streaks. “Close your eyes.” He whispered. The girl heard a stroke of a blade, a growl that rumbled the earth, and a thud. She slowly peeked her eyes open to the young man gently wiping the tears off her face. The dragon laid still next to her, with his coat covering its wounds. “Who are you..?” She was mesmerized by his lavender eyes. “…it’s a secret.” He grinned, “Take care.” Before she could reach out to stop him, he vanished into the dark landscape around him. She slowly lifted up his coat, wincing away from the sight of the dragon and it’s injuries. this was all she had of the man she had just met, and she was positive she could meet with him again.
By Byul ~4 years ago in Fiction
Song of the Valley
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. Ever since the witches of the Great Ivy Forest had been forced to make their presence known, there were dragons. The name, Great Ivy forest, was deceiving, at least to anyone who had been banished there. For the witches there was nothing "Great" about it, in exception for it's span.
By Jessica B4 years ago in Fiction
The Book of Juno
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. My father’s book whispers of a time before winged shadows passed over the land. Beneath my hand, each page turns from one hushed tale to the next. Legends unfurl and letters march in perfect rows abreast of forgotten narratives. These words were penned before the mountains had yet felt the imprint of a soldier’s boot or echoed the beat of war drums. From when the only marks of age upon the mountains’ faces were carved by unwitnessed storms and the hooves of rams; not worried by the scourge of divine judgment.
By Breanna Shaw4 years ago in Fiction
The Keepers of the Light
There weren’t always dragons in the valley. King Cassian’s peaceful reign had guaranteed it. The land flourished, the people thrived and no darkness invaded the Tiralyne valley. Even the surrounding lands benefited from the king’s kind reign and even the forest folk & plains people had found peace with the valley kingdom after years of tension.
By Josey Pickering4 years ago in Fiction
Valtus
There weren't always dragons in the valley. It took us damn near a century to get our home back from men. Now here I was, perched on a mountaintop, overlooking beautiful Glass Valley while my family flew about, just below the clouds. I was finally at peace. The setting sun shone off the great lake in the middle of the valley. The lack of wind gave the lake a glass shine, which attributed to the gorgeous piece of land its' name. It was the most desirable region in all of the kingdom of Valtus, both for us and for the humans.
By Luke Woodruff4 years ago in Fiction
City of Sun
Chapter 1 “It’s hot and I’m tired,” I say exasperated, exhaustion creeping into my vision like little black worms wishing to nibble on the inside of my brain until every last string of sanity is gone (and trust me I don't have much of that left). I try to refocus, count my steps below me. One. The golden flecks of sand bite at my sore feet. Two. Sand, and sand, and sand. For miles, miles that I have left to walk. Miles that appear to be taking years off my life. Three. Almost worse than the miles of sand left to go is the constant light, the light that burns my every fiber, the light that sucks all of the water out of me with no remorse. The same light I cannot live without. How sick is that? Four. I’ve seen the effects of what no light can do to a creature firsthand. Dark and twisted sickly beings, once so full of life and of the wonder that comes with it, now drained until the very last drop of it was buried deep within. Five. It’s not as if I haven’t seen worse, there’s always worse. Just when you think “yep that’s it, that’s as bad as it can get. I have seen it all'' Something comes. And as always, of course, someone expects you to fix it.
By Francis4 years ago in Fiction
Valley of Dragons. Runner-Up in The Fantasy Prologue.
“There weren’t always dragons in the Valley.” Two pairs of eyes stared at me in rapturous attention. The one young, luminous honey-brown and wondrous, the other golden and ageless, the hint of a smile dancing deep within.
By M. A. Mehan 4 years ago in Fiction