Fantasy
From the Ashes We Rise
“There weren't always dragons in the Valley,” pop-pop Mwatinga would remind Suhali. He never liked when she would stare in disdain as the poor creatures passed their house on the way to school. Now in adulthood, Suhali worked for the Dragon Acceptance and Integration Council. This was a far cry from the prejudices her father had raised her with.
By Atomic Historian4 years ago in Fiction
The Kestrel and the Willow
“There weren’t always dragons in the Valley.” The voice of Alder Grannick cut like steel, holding the crowd transfixed. His eyes swept slowly over the people in front of him as he spoke, reveling in their adoration. He continued, “You worked. You scraped. You fought. You earned every inch of this land through sweat and blood.” Enthusiastic murmurs of assent washed through the hundreds of people gathered around the stage, and I did my best not to roll my eyes. “And then...together…” he continued, throwing his arms out wide, “...we conquered nature itself!”
By Austin Evans4 years ago in Fiction
A Tale of Dreams and Dragons.
The Dragon and the Prince. That was what the sign had said. That is what they had all expected. Adventure and fantasy: Dragon slaying princes, clad in shining armour, saving the helpless maiden from a burst of scorching flame. But It did not matter, because what they got, in a way, was even better. The actors and actresses had flounced about the stage, singing and dancing, and weaving a story with the art of it.
By Aziel Renée4 years ago in Fiction
The Flameforge Traitor
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. They naturally gravitate towards higher ground: mountain peaks or the soaring treetops of Wildwood. They never used to wear chains either. But those majestic beasts had been betrayed by the greatest fool to ever walk the earth.
By Zachary Sherman4 years ago in Fiction
Sky Devils
Chapter One - The Hero of Old There weren't always dragons in the Valley. No, in fact, as far as I can remember, there were NEVER dragons in the Valley. For nearly two hundred years, according to the generations before us, dragons have left our settlements alone, after being driven out of our valley by a fearless hero we all call Sir Marcus. In the years before Sir Marcus, dragons roamed free and far, and made the lives of us humans a very literal living Hell.
By Zachary M. Cain (Creative/Copy Writing)4 years ago in Fiction
The Black Witch 13
I was greeted by the morning and with it a feeling of satisfaction. The birds sung of my triumphant battle to fix my mistakes. I was grateful for their praise but there was new battle: how to broach what the god had told me. The question of wether it was possible to get Kuri to admit and accept that planted itself behind my joy. I decided to do my calisthenics to clear my head. The exercise told me one thing, I needed to take this one step at a time. With the clear headed advice of exercise me; I began to prepare for my first friendly lunch with Kuri in a while. With the workout finished I greeted the guards; they returned it. The shock of that stopped me for me a moment. A sense of pride followed me into the bath and all the way to my study session after breakfast. The information I pulled from the books I studied felt even more pertinent. I could use it to have conversations with Kuri, it would help me understand her and her home better. Before I knew it the time I allotted to studying was over. I returned the books to the library and on my way out Kuri stood in the hall. She was leaning against the wall acroos from the door. A slightly furrowed brow painted her beautiful face with slight severity.
By Caleb Wagner4 years ago in Fiction
Germaine Street - Chapter Eight
Ekaterine Vauden bounded down the stairs when she heard the bell. With the Core Days fast approaching the normally athletic girl was even more hyperactive and in need of occupation. Her near metallically copper coloured hair was darker than usual and heavier too thanks to the sweat from the intense workout she’d put in since breakfast. Truly this was the best time of the month.
By Nick Rowley4 years ago in Fiction
Germaine Street - Chapter Nine
Across town and, despite it being a Saturday, Mayor Una Crescas was reading surveying reports from her head of public works. True she was doing so while sipping sweet tea and swaying in a hammock, but she was still productive and that was the important thing!
By Nick Rowley4 years ago in Fiction
Valley of Smoke
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. In my grandfather's boyhood -- or so he likes to tell it when my brother and I can catch him sitting by the hearth in between supper and bedtime, the fire making shadows dance on the wall and visions dance in his eyes -- our valley, the longest between the Grayfish Mountains in the south and the northern seaside city of Hamplun, was a main thoroughfare from the mines. The farms along the way made their living shipping what they could up to the coast alongside the dallic from the mountains, on wagons that seems to never end; an endless line going north with the ore and our crops, south with provisions for the miners, plus dried fish and other trinkets that sold in the villages along the way.
By [email protected]4 years ago in Fiction
