Fantasy
The Lost Flame
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. During the colder months, they mostly stayed in their warm caves deep in the mountains, though some few species chose to leave all together and chase the warmer weather. The most effective guides knew exactly when to cross the Valley; unfortunately for Grace, none of them were particularly interested in helping her on her journey.
By Carrie Roberts4 years ago in Fiction
The Riders of Dragoon
There weren’t always dragons in the valley. Yet somehow, they all ended up here. What was once called the Barren Alley is now called Dragoon Valley. Haroun looks out to the horizon, watching the reds and oranges of the sunset sky blend into each other. Out of that sunny horizon flies several dragons and their riders. Since getting his promotion to head rider in the western division, Haroun has been working longer hours and taking on this new responsibility like the flaming charge of his dragon, Azeem, with a full blast and intensely.
By Erika Ravnsborg4 years ago in Fiction
The Gather
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley, but there definitely were now. Day-to-day safety depended on constantly being aware of your surroundings. This evening, Arnie Simpson had just gotten comfy, cuddled down in his sleep sack with his teddy--his shameful secret--when there was a ping, as a pebble skipped off the corner of his box.
By R. E. Perry4 years ago in Fiction
The Soul Dragon
There weren’t always dragons in the valley. When the Great Hunt nearly decimated the world’s dragon population, Signoid Valley became one of many nature reserves across the nine continents set aside for the preservation and restoration of the few species that remained. The humanoids—witches, wizards, dwarves, elves, fae, and, of course, humans—thought themselves the great saviors of dragonkind for this generosity.
By Stephanie Hoogstad4 years ago in Fiction
Zeta
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. Long ago, there was only one. A dragon with scales the color of snow and eyes like diamonds, ice on her breath and fire in her heart. Just waiting to be set free from the glacier in which she was being held prisoner.
By Nestra Alexander4 years ago in Fiction
A Hop, Skip, And A Universe Away.. Runner-Up in The Fantasy Prologue.
“There weren’t always dragons in the valley,” he said, in what was sure to be one of the worst pick-up lines of all time. But I let him talk. It took a confident man to walk up to a woman with the line, have you heard about the dragons? I didn’t want to dash it too soon. I took another swig of the brandy from my now half empty bottle. The rest of the amber liquid sung through my veins.
By MikMacMeerkat4 years ago in Fiction
Saga of Strife
There weren’t always dragons in the valley. Long before their arrival, the Emerald Vale was a lush and fertile countryside dotted with modest homes the residents who labored in the fields lived in. Their crops were healthy and well watered from the rivers and streams that came from the surrounding mountains and they lived a peaceful life. The folk that lived in the valley and beyond were not merely humans, for they were not in a part of the universe that humans were. Although similar in their appearance and mannerisms as evolution would have it, the beings that cultivated the valley were known as Titans: great creatures standing as tall as the trees, with magic power imbued to them. The Titans were an industrious folk, focusing their energy and magic towards productive use—building homes and common buildings, farming and the like. They seldom found the time for arts or making music. Even more seldom did they even want to. The creatures that roamed the lands were dwarfed by the two-hundred foot tall behemoths. The animals paid no mind to them, as if the landscape itself were alive and moving.
By Alexander Olson4 years ago in Fiction
