Fantasy
Hiro's Magic
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. Hiro knew they usually spent their mornings snoozing and sunning themselves on Heaven Mountain. She was not used to the sight that she now beheld, the usually monstrous, threatening creatures were being playful! Short puffs of smoke escaped their nostrils as they seemed to laugh? Laugh, really!? She had her shield and a safe spot on the mountain crest to observe this unusual spectacle. Where she was nestled overlooked her beloved Valley, her sanctuary. It was not ordinarily something she had to share with others, the Valley was small but full of endless delights, the most important of which was peace. Peace for her to gather her thoughts and to recalibrate herself. Over the last month she had been channelling her lifeforce into a power she suspected she had. A power that felt like a tingly, electrifying mist from her third eye. It came in waves from moments she felt a threat or imminent danger. Her dear Mother had said that it was a gift inherited from her grandmother, Freyja, and in order to hone it, there was a crucial need for her to practice. Calm and quiet helped her to understand and recognise where and when her magic grew from.
By Mary Sullivan4 years ago in Fiction
Valley of Dragons
There weren’t always dragons in the valley. Only Eve’s grandfather could remember a time before the mages climbed the black mountain and carved the Gate out of the stone at the peak. She’d grown up with his stories about how the sky glowed purple the night they opened the portal, and how the windows and doors in his house rattled with each thunderous roar. The beasts had spilled forth into the valley and settled in, driving the villagers out into the mountains. The mages hadn’t been seen since.
By Isabelle Wilson4 years ago in Fiction
Quest to The Throne
There weren’t always dragons in the valley. But as conflicts continued to arise between neighboring villages, a means of protection became a necessity. Strength in numbers became a myth and the only way to ensure an equal fight was by relying on a creature far more powerful than any other beast around. Every village was gifted a dragon by the king of the land, King Tovar of Garland, as a way to bring an end to the fighting amongst people and instead let problems be resolved by the creatures of the villages.
By Maria Valles-Gonzales4 years ago in Fiction
The Overture
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. When the sun first rose there were only humans, wolves, and fish. As the land and seas flourished so did these three. So much so that demons became curious and crawled through stone and flowers to see for themselves. They became the Orcs and Goblins. They brought with them the power of transformation and bestowed it upon the wolves and fish. Who in turn became Werewolves and Merfolk.
By Navil Gomez4 years ago in Fiction
Astallis
“There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. But, of course, there weren’t always the rifts in the sky.” Matron Doragiltre carefully pried the massive black leather tome in her lap open to the first page, caressing the paper gently with her silvery scaled claws. “This was before the world itself was ignited by the power of sorcery. It was much a different time back then…”
By Robert Downing4 years ago in Fiction
In the Shadow of the Oak
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. Once, there had been the quiet, pulsing energy of plentiful grass and warm summer evenings. But now, the dragons had come. And that pulse had stuttered into nothing. An inescapable stillness.
By Stephen A. Roddewig4 years ago in Fiction
Daughters of Kestar
Prologue She felt them before she saw them. Raewyn raised her eyes and trembled as a group of black, celestial shadows passed high overhead, staining the sky with black fire. Explosions thudded in the distance, sending tremors for miles in every direction.
By Amelia Jane Malins4 years ago in Fiction
