Fantasy
Descendants of Theeb
There weren’t always dragons in The Valley; once, it was a peaceful subsidiary to the larger realm of Eurvhime. Nonetheless, they are here to stay; the elders often say they are a blessing of the gods and a curse to man. The dominating quadrupeds sought asylum from none other than Ouranos when the dust settled following The War of Numina. Even after his kindness, their posture towards humans has been ever tainted by the ill will of the Reimkin who, for all their might and cunning, were no more than mear humans whose eyes fell upon that which they did not own nor would they deserve. Though the scaled wonders lived in harmony with Ouranos, his departure, yet shrouded in mystery and unexplainable events, has left them more volatile than the previous histories would lead one to believe. They are indeed beasts of wisdom, age, and unequivocal might; only an unfortunate soul to be pitied or a blundering fool would wade openly into their nesting place.
By R. M. Forté4 years ago in Fiction
Art Is An Act of Evolution
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. Not that you could see, anyway. Okay, so I’ll tell you my story, but there are a couple of things we need to agree on before I spill it. Number one is that you can’t reveal my real identity. You need to give me a name. Like Banksy or D*face or Combo. I’m no idiot. Just because a kid is born and raised in the Projects doesn’t mean they’re stupid. I gotta protect myself. And them.
By Hillora Lang4 years ago in Fiction
Gods Do Not Die
“There weren't always dragons in the Valley.” The fire crackled, casting shadows across the deep folds of the sage’s face. He shuddered, the winter winds raking his frail frame, sinking into his bones. Still, it was the Frostmourn, and he must tell his tale, “At least, we didn’t call them dragons. We called them Gods. What else could they be?
By James Archbold4 years ago in Fiction
There Weren't Always Dragons in Northport...
Chapter One: A Goblin In Northport The bitter cold wind attempted to snatch his hood away from his head, but a quick movement of his hand held it into place. Unfortunately, this distracted him from seeing the root from a nearby tree jutting up from the ground. As he tumbled face first into the frigid white powder, stars burst behind his eyes as a terrible and searing pain shot up his left leg. He cried out and rolled over onto his back. He grabbed his left foot certain he had broken it and was all but cursing his lack of attention. He opened his yellow eyes and let his heat sense take over in the near darkness.
By William Yarnell4 years ago in Fiction
The Dragon Hunter
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. Every scholar knew that. The Valley of the Forgotten Princes — now that’s a name from the Second Age — was supposedly a death sentence. An ancient valley imbued with magic to trap any unfortunate souls that wandered through. That much was just chatter. Foolish nonsense spouted by fanciful people who wanted to scare others. There was not a single text in the Tower of Sophos that spoke of an enchanted valley. And yet, Ismene couldn’t shake the prickle of fear from between her shoulder blades. There had been too many of the same stories. No matter how they unfolded, the endings were always the same; the heroes never return from the Valley. As a scholar, it was her responsibility to remain open to all possibilities, and consider all things, but as a sensible woman, she detested fanciful stories. That’s how she ended up aboard the Dragon Hunter in the first place. To discover the truth.
By Kleo Georgiadis4 years ago in Fiction
Yorage
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. For as long as his mountainside home of Veigon had stood strong, and for as many days as he had spent traversing its vast tunnels and caverns, it was becoming increasingly harder to believe that life beyond his hallowed alps existed.
By Jake Snyder4 years ago in Fiction
DRAAILA'S WAY
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley, but Yuin insisted he saw one like the stories from their childhood. An oil which stung like a thousand wasps dribbled from its terrorising jaws as their thunderous strength threw them through the jungle, crashing and snapping, the rugged foliage echoed as it’s shivering hissed roared you still.
By Blair J Allan4 years ago in Fiction
The Melody of the Cursed
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley, but today was unlike other days, for today a wizard stood trial for murder. The wizard Suroundu looked out into that gathered mass of people and he had the sudden realization that the villagers were gathered to see the first trial of a magical being in over a century. A lump formed in his throat as he realized that they were there for HIS trial.
By Kris Griffith4 years ago in Fiction
The Anxious Hero, Chapter 4
Content warning: The fact that this story features an under-18 protagonist does not mean that it is necessarily suitable for younger kids. It contains strong profanity, sexual humor, significant violence, and depictions of bigotry by unlikable characters.
By Charles Boyd4 years ago in Fiction
