Fantasy
Your Majesty
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. Every now and then, the near-empty place in Imogen's hazy dreams featured aquamarine stags wandering through the overgrowth, or slow-moving yaks covered in rose petals, which they shook off like shedding fur. She never stopped to ask herself, 'what did it mean?' because it didn't matter. Nothing mattered in that place.
By Madi Scruggs4 years ago in Fiction
Tuesday Night at The Cheating Moon
There weren't always dragons in the valley. At least not as long as the girl could remember. And her memory was as long as an unspooled silken ribbon. She could wind the threads of recollection effortlessly along her tapered fingers, weaving a portrait of time's cocoon, long shuffled off and keened to the seven winds. She breathed deeply, stepping out of the hewn doorway of the inherited family dressmaker boutique. There was a strange scent hanging heavy on one of the several autumn mistrels that caressed her cheek: ochre, ash blossoms, and brimstone.
By Vivian Noir4 years ago in Fiction
Bonds of Scale & Bone
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. They burst from the cliffs like a serpentine plague over a decade ago. Their shadows clogged the sky as their fire rained on the people, destroying the Valley in just a night. Legends said they laid dormant for centuries in a magical sleep. Others said it was the fault of the fae—that their war spilled into the mortal lands and dropped the veil protecting the poor innocent humans living in the flourishing valley. In the end, no one knew the truth about how the magnanimous beasts had appeared so quickly and destroyed everything in their path.
By Kelsey Lebechuck Hunt4 years ago in Fiction
The Valley
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. It was a mantra of the older inhabitants of the Valley. Hana had heard her elders say as much many times, though she wasn’t sure that even the Valley’s oldest inhabitants were old enough to remember a time before the dragons. It was understood as a simple lesson passed down through the generations, a reminder that, though this was the normal way of life for her people, there had been a time before. It also felt to Hana like a warning: the dragons had come to the Valley once, and though it was so very long ago, they could just as easily depart. And where would the people of the Valley be then? The dragons were part of the fabric of their lives. They wouldn’t know what to do without them.
By Nicholas Galante4 years ago in Fiction
The Calamity of Calcinia
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. Then again, there weren’t always crimson elves patrolling the rivers and streams, hardy dwarves inhabiting the mountains to the South, ty-boons hiding in sandy caves on the beaches, and vicarrions hunting the deep forests. There weren’t many oddities within our world, save for man and beast, but then the Azure Shield cracked.
By Hunter Manning4 years ago in Fiction
The Blood of Dragons-Chapter 2
“D-dad?” Malachi gasped. Kade Hutchins looked different from the last time they were together. He had more gray hairs and he had put on muscle. The wrinkles of worry covered his forehead The crow’s feet and bags under his eyes suggested he wasn’t sleeping much. He had a scar that ran from the top of his right brow to above his lip. His wardrobe had changed too. He war a long cloak with a hood. On his feet he war combat boots. Malachi could have sworn he saw a dagger sheathed into his belt loop. Malachi had so many questions. Where his father been all this time? When did he get magic? How long had he been looking for him?
By Tyler Bragan4 years ago in Fiction
The Lost Dragons of Meirwood Valley
There weren't always dragons in the valley, yet the smoke filled air drew the attention of an elvin scout named Oisín. It was commonly believed that dragons had been hunted to extinction. However, whispers from a few who survived the Great Battle of Ethera, swore they saw a couple escaped flying west towards the Cieronia Islands never to have been seen again. Hoping the source of the smoke came from a lightning strike in the sacred valley, where he and his hunting party followed a herd of Caretyne deer, he chose to go and check it out. Oisín climbed up the ridgeline and was not prepared for what he saw; a blackened landscape scorched by flames with no signs of life below. The once verdant green forest hiding the remenants of the town from the seige, now is a wasteland dotted with black twisted sticks where trees once stood. Embers still emit a red glow as a light breeze occasionally stirs the white ashes illuminating the descruction thoughout the valley. It is clear, dragons are definitely back in the Valley of Meirwood.
By M.K. Sholund4 years ago in Fiction
Why Dragons Visit the Valley
There weren’t always dragons in the valley. That’s what mother always said. Perhaps one day there won’t be dragons here any longer. But tonight, as dark thoughts spiral around my head and I fist my covers- I pray they do not come for me. The valley is a big place. There are many minds to prey on.
By Jacqueline Lee4 years ago in Fiction
Moulting
(Map. Call. Sob.) "There weren't always dragons in the valley." It was a bizarre omen, almost an urban legend heard around the office. Lindsey worked for United Parts Company, a company that made generic replacement parts for major appliances, she was in product engineering. Why she had heard such a weird phrase used was something she could never figure out. Lindsey had one other woman close by in her department on the sixth floor: Anne-Marie. They spent their work days scanning name brand parts, reverse-engineering them, and copying them for United Parts for discount mass production. It wasn't the kind of work Lindsey imagined doing when she got her degree in engineering, but it paid the bills and the pressure of the job was never too much.
By Tinka Boudit She/Her4 years ago in Fiction
The Dark Curtain
There weren`t always dragons in the valley, in fact there really didn’t used to be much in this valley at all except deer, elk and some occasional bears. Something had changed here however, it was as though the very fabric of reality had been torn apart and two worlds were merging into one. The sun is beginning to set, and the temperature is plummeting. It is almost like any other fall night in the small town of Stanley, Idaho. The only difference this time is that as the sun sets my mind turns to the idea that I might not survive the night, and it`s not because of the cold. My name is Matthew and until four months ago I was your average guy, I was five feet eight inches tall, twenty-three years old with sandy blond hair. I only weighed a hundred sixty pounds at the time, and I was in love. I had everything I wanted, but then it changed when I learned that the fairytales that we had all heard growing up were a lie. Vampires don`t sparkle and a kiss of true love doesn`t fix everything. The only thing that true love does is cause you more pain than you ever thought possible. Your mind becomes twisted, your emotions distraught, left willing to do almost anything, even turn to embrace the darkest corners of your mind to save those you love.
By christopher D Broadhead4 years ago in Fiction
