Fantasy
The Valley of the Pionia Tirakian
There weren’t always dragons in the valley… that’s what the elders tell us. The elders have been around Pionia Valley for hundreds of years. They tell us stories of a time when there were tall buildings and things called automobiles. People did not believe in magic or dragons, unicorns or fairies. They flew in aero planes, not on the backs of dragons or unicorns. People did not have wings or do spells. My favorite is the story about when the dragons appeared, and magic took over the world. The elder was telling this story now, as we listened intently.
By Billi Childress4 years ago in Fiction
The Dragon Master
“There weren't always dragons in the Valley.” Though it wasn’t spoken loudly – quite softly, in fact, despite its firmness – movement around the fire stopped and voices hushed, even those that had been boisterous with drink but a moment before. All eyes turned to look at the old Welshman, except for those of his grandson, sitting two seats over on the bench. The boy’s eyes rolled with a sigh. “There aren’t any dragons in the valley now, Papa.”
By Randi O'Malley Smith4 years ago in Fiction
The First Dragon
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. Before, the Valley was filled with all kinds of creatures. The little people reside in the North Mountains. Dwarves and gnomes carved their homes deep in the tomes of the rocks. They lived off the scarce growth from the mountain’s side and anything they could trade with the goods they mined from the depths of their home. Nestled on the western floor of the Valley lived the humans. SImple creatures, really. They spend most of their days tending to the crops or eating what they harvested — often eating more than their endless appetites can handle. Still, they thrived. Trading crops for metals from the mountains. Rejoicing at the end of a sunny day with ale and a feast.
By Tiffanie Harvey4 years ago in Fiction
Bonded Bloodlines
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. Writers of the Eastern Mountains claim they originated from the sea, growing bored of the cold fish. While the orators in the Western Mountains will tell how dragons lived on the clouds until they grew too heavy, and sprouted wings to carry them safely to the ground below.
By Ella Scott4 years ago in Fiction
Mountains and Mourning
Elena stood at a black river, looking down upon it with empty eyes. On either side of her stood black trees with moon-white leaves, fluttering delicately in the wind. One flew into her hair, and she reached up, took the leaf out, and then placed it in the rapids. She watched as it floated away, bobbing up and down.
By Veda Vivek4 years ago in Fiction
The Greed Beget the Dragons
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. Had they listened to their forebearers there would not be. The children of this valley's first settlers were instructed with a firm hand. "Hold you greed young ones. The bounty of this valley is a great gift. You should take what you need and return what you can. The gods will send a plague of dragons and drakes should you not." Those who were cast from their homes and who were gifted this new valley spoke this line. They tried all manner of education to ensure their children would learn. So that they too would not fall victim to theirselves and dragons. As the generations of man crept by this sage advice crept away. Just some five years ago when man still lived inbetwixt these great mountains only a few knew to fear. Most who called this place home thought dragons were a mere myth. Instead the only issue was, who could have the most. Who could take the most. Whose greed would consume the valley first. This way of thought was prevelant only for a generation.
By Caleb Wagner4 years ago in Fiction
Paradise to hell
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley, it was once a beautiful paradise where all mythological creatures lived peacefully coexisting with each other for millions of years, unicorns with their beautiful horns with their majestic wings traveling in herds of thousands, spreading magic around the dimensions , vampires looking over the valley from their kingdom, werewolves controlling the lower half of the oakwood forest while a large flock of bright Phoenixes look over the forest from the trees as you move away from the forest to the coastline a pod of Hippocamp that was once extinct on other dimensions thrive in paradise valley while you also see the beautiful mermaids playing with the singing whales that once were a rare sight, while also protecting the rivers, lakes and oceans .We all had our own separate lands the forest belonged to the werewolves, the water belonged to the mermaids and the unicorns and vampires shared the valley plains while the dragons stayed behind the mountains but they were never satisfied with that, Our valley was a paradise till one day, our star stop shining on our valley as fire rained down from the sky burning us signaling trouble, the fire dragons came and with no mercy scorched the land killing off half of all the species population burning us to death, we all had a magic object that could transport us anywhere from dimensions to dimensions incase one of our species wanted to take over, we didn’t know when it was going to happened but we knew it was going to happened. I was left to look over the valley incase the dragons left but they never did, the oceans turn into lava killing off the last of the singing whales, the land was full of unicorn skeletons, the oak woods were now just burnt knocked over trees , the vampires castle was falling apart brick by brick signaling this was the dragons territory now. I watched as the dragons stayed for ten years before been chased off by their worse enemies, the Ice dragons, they came and killed anything else that was still alive or hiding by freezing the entire valley, as ice formed throughout the valley my body died, leaving my spirit to float around till the valley warms up again. The Ice dragons stayed eating all the fish, that survived the first wave, they then packed up and left going to destroy another paradise. It was quiet for a day till the mother of dragons came and brung life back to the valley, she stayed watching over the valley as the grass and trees grew back but the creatures that made up the valley didn’t came back, I got my body back but after a century of protecting the land, she gave up and left never coming back as the fire dragon came back and destroyed it once again. This was the cycle Fire, ice then mother nature came and took it all back but no creatures ever came back, I was stuck to relive it over and over again till I was called by my flock to leave the dying valley, a place we called home, heaven, paradise was now burning and we couldn’t do anything about it. We were now on a planet called earth, it wasn’t our valley but it was somewhat peacefully, we had to hide so we wouldn’t get discovered by the humans, it was only a matter time till the dragons come to earth to take over want more land for themselves and the day that happens is the day we all not waiting for.
By Matthewuntamable 4 years ago in Fiction
