Fantasy
The Sound of Fire
“There weren’t always dragons in the valley, if you had told me two months ago we would all combine our might to battle not one but four dragons I would have called you an idiot. Then I'd likely start a brawl with you for being an idiot.” The tall man says as he finishes relieving himself against a tree, he pulls up his breeches then ties the laces together. He turns around to look at his young companion who is looking into the deep dark forest watching for any sudden movement. The torch he is holding is freshly lit, the flame reaches above the young man’s head illuminating more than half of his body. His brown shoulder length hair shines as bright as his chainmail shirt when the fire moves.
By Jordan Webster4 years ago in Fiction
The Dragon Warrior
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. Instead, I would hear different faded sounds of roars every night. I'd imagine dragons were communicating with one another in the Valley. I couldn't help myself to shake the ominous feeling running through my stomach. There were nights I dreamt about the Valley being destroyed. It was a beautiful place where I was born, grew up, and loved so much that I could call it home.
By Isabel Schumacher 4 years ago in Fiction
Collin's Dragon
Collin’s Dragon There weren’t always dragons in the Valley… until the day Collin fought back. It was a cold July day on the afternoon of his fourteenth birthday. He walked along the cobblestone path through the bustling marketplace at the centre of Iratus village with uncharacteristic aplomb. Collin proudly wore his newly sewn, bright green woolen tunic — a birthday gift from his mother — while cradling the intricate clockwork toy his grandfather had gifted to him in his left hand. His long brown trousers, cut an inch too long, hoping he’d grow into them as the year went by, dragged against the ground with every step.
By Gene Foxwell4 years ago in Fiction
Myth, Reality, Or Simply A Bad Nightmare?
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. Time had governed that history should have stayed where it had been. Forever to reside within the minds of historians, only to be given the breath of new life through the fresh, youthful, innocent minds of school kids, eager to learn about their ancestors' lives. The same kids that had never before been faced with those same fears & misfortunes that had long ago befallen those primitive humans of a tragic existence ravaged, and long forgotten by time itself.
By Jonathan Townend4 years ago in Fiction
VALLEY OF LIFE
“There weren’t also dragons in the valley.” Ruby says to her two sisters as she hops up onto a large stone. “You’re right something strange is going on. I wonder what it is.” Sage joins her sister up on the stones to sunbathe her fins. The three sisters live in a small pool of water next to the garden of life in the valley of the spirit world. Blue was swimming around the water’s edge seemingly trying to avoid the conversation. Ruby is the oldest of the three sisters. She notices that Blue was acting very odd and calls out to her. “Blue what is up with you?” Also noticing that Blue wanted no part in what they were discussing. “What do you know?” Ruby says in her big sister probing way. “Nothing.” Blue replies but her words hinted to a secret, a very big secret and Ruby knew right away she was hiding something. “Do you know what’s going on with the dragons? If you do, you better tell us right now!”
By Kelley Campbell 4 years ago in Fiction
Special Ones
There weren't always dragons in the valley. In fact, only about ten of the villagers could see them. Anna was one. Her viewing of them, had automatically raised her ranking in the community. She could not figure out what they were doing there, and why only a few of the residents could see them.
By Antoinette L Brey4 years ago in Fiction
A New Threat
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. The thought crossed Saíf’s mind, not for the first time since he had set out from his home in the rugged mountains of the Gods’ Spine. As he lazily turned the pages of the thick tome on his lap, he mumbled to himself,
By J. T. Gamber4 years ago in Fiction
