Fantasy
Valley of Cinders
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. Once, it was a place of life, where the women of the surrounding villages came to give birth and nurse their children until they were old enough to wean. The caves that encircled it were filled with healing pools, so deep and blue that they looked as endless as the night sky. It had been a place of refuge and magic since before time was counted. Men did not go there. Not out of fear, but out of respect for the ancient life-giving power that dwelled in the very rocks. The magic that saw the women safely through their labors, and brought babies red and screaming into the world. It was a sacred place. That was before, though. Now, the valley is a place of nightmares; ashen bones and smoldering fires litter the ground. And those caves, no one dares enter those caves anymore.
By Krystl Densmore4 years ago in Fiction
Shadows Guarded
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. Though of course, there wasn’t always a reason for them. There was not gold, or greed, or men who swore magic flowed in their veins in place of blood. There was not always death. There was not always darkness.
By E.A. Forster4 years ago in Fiction
Expedition of the Lost Valley
There weren’t always dragons in the valley. Long before the large, winged serpents, there had been giants, tall and magnificent, towering above all the other creatures of the land. Then one day, as all things do, they died. Local legend was that the towering white mountains covered with thick, crawling trees on each side of the valley were composed of their bones, eroded into fine jagged points. Although, had these mountains truly been made of bone, then by God, Marcus would have known it. Dr. Marcus Koenig was after all a paleontologist by profession, and one of the most experienced when it came to a certain kind of fossil, those of dragons.
By Kevin McLaughlin4 years ago in Fiction
Glitter Bridge
Pink mushrooms, thick and plump, the size of wallabies. Justice grins as she lets her hand glide over the smooth, shiny surface of the mushroom heads. They seem to emit a soft glow wherever her fingers trail, releasing sparkly, fluorescent residue on her skin. She marvels at the effect of the strange plantation.
By ameerah zafar4 years ago in Fiction
The Perfect Society
There weren’t always Dragons in the Valley. The Wizards brought the Dragons with them when they showed up in the Valley. They were called by the council of the elder leaders of each clan. The clans are witches, vampires, healers, the elite, and the workers. In their society they are all equal. No one has power over the other group. This has worked for centuries. They have faced many opponents that have threaten their way of life. They have won every battle. The Wizards were called because the valley is in danger. There have been attacks on nearby villages.
By Jeremy White4 years ago in Fiction
The Camp
Ania knew she needed to escape, at least for a while. And she knew the perfect place: a lonely alpine spot, hidden from the world, that she’d discovered once by accident. Camping was the obvious choice. She had the equipment, the knowledge, and plenty of experience. For Ania, there was a thrill in taking an inhospitable place and turning it into somewhere she could live using only what was in her pack. Out there, Ania felt in control.
By James Ivan4 years ago in Fiction
Dangerous Venture
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. Not until fifty thousand years ago when seven great families of Alpha dragons came seeking a new home. They settled in the Valley, a cluster of planets in the outskirts of the Lorean galaxy. My ancestor Tiamat was their leader. She built her family’s seat of power on the largest and most lucrative planet, Xertha. The six smaller planets were split amongst the remaining families and named accordingly; Gurat, Vantas, Archilego, Benphamin, Malor, and Hosthmat.
By Nora Doherty4 years ago in Fiction
