Fantasy
Finding Your Tune
She wished he wouldn’t use incense. It was distracting - the earthy scent stuck at the back of her throat. The smoke would cling to her robe, and Neesa would smell like a forest for the rest of the week. Florin claimed it helped her to clear her mind and hear the Tunes, but she doubted it. How could she clear her mind when it was filling up with hazy smoke? What Tune could she possibly reach out to, that didn’t reek of a forest in bloom? Neesa hated the forest. Her whole life in Vinestop and she never really connected with the woods that surrounded them, cutting them off from the outside world. Ten years of staring out the window, fear gnawing at her like a wolf on bones. Perhaps twice a year, the forest would claim a life, or send some terrible animal out to try and destroy them. Neesa remembered Gerri’s father running out of that terrible weald, chased by a bear. He was exhausted, and the fool had not dropped the reams of fish that had attracted the predator in the first place. His pole tangled his feet and, betrayed by his livelihood, the man had fallen some thirty feet away from the village borders.
By James Archbold4 years ago in Fiction
The Elementals
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. That is not a true statement. That's only what the villagers thought. Truth is, there wasn't always a valley, until us dragons arrived and carved the valley with elemental magic. Three of us specifically. Keira, the color of sandstone, split rock and unearthed layers of crust. Ezri, the blue dragon, held back the waters. Then there is myself, Alena, the red dragon, the only dragon that can handle the heat, charged with placing the dragon egg deep inside the earth. There it would absorb the element fire and wait for the celestial alignment.
By U.B. Light4 years ago in Fiction
The Dragon's Cookbook
Hanston, beaten and battered, lay in his cell wondering why he ever thought it would be a good idea to single handedly attack a red dragon and his army. He groaned a bit as his head throbbed and he wondered if he would even survive this escapade. He thought of his poor horse and wondered what type of recipe he would end up in; he knew this dragon, Farthon, was renowned for his cooking skills.
By Dennis Fletcher a.k.a. Dragon Speak4 years ago in Fiction
Dragon Girl
There weren’t always dragons in the valley. In fact, not much lived there anymore, not since the Long Ruin changed everything, driving the people out of the area and onto the plain, into the foothills of the mountains. She paused at the edge of the sandy cusp, towering pillars of rock layered with shades of rusty red and brown counting the centuries above her head. Her pale, gray eyes squinted into the sun, the chasing breeze lifting the hem of her hood and pushing it back from her long, dark hair before she could catch it. The tunnel of silent giants loomed over her, funneling the brisk air with a faint moaning sound that raised gooseflesh on her neck.
By Patti Larsen4 years ago in Fiction
The Secrets Within
There weren’t always dragons in the valley but these days you never saw any form of celebration without them. Our King Torion came home many years back after a heroic battle between the Mystic Elves and Woodland Elves. Turns out the men in the trees had their own secret weapon of Dragons. King Torion brought them home and since became a part of our day to day lives.
By Melissa Hill4 years ago in Fiction
Cry of the Dragon
Chapter 1 There weren't always dragons in the Valley. It used to be a peaceful place where humans would gather to worship the seven Original Dragons, the keepers to the gates of Elencia. At the altar where sacrifices were done for Veren, Lord of Creation, a great sin occurred. The Original Divine Dragon was murdered by the Original Dragon of Destruction. When Yeshua the Original Divine Dragon died, his magical seal was passed to a human vessel, the first of human-dragon hybrids. This was the first sin.
By Veren Strife4 years ago in Fiction
The Song of the Six
There weren’t always dragons in the valley. The sorcerer’s oligarchy saw to that. With stolen magic they’d siphoned from the eld wyrms they’d murdered through despicable betrayal, they built their power over the centuries until they had enough to depose the world’s benevolent masters. They constructed their stronghold there in the Valley of Carrador, hunkering down in darkness and deceit, with a triad of ancient drakes imprisoned to feed their insatiable desire for power. Shielded from retaliation while draining the land of all magic through their three captives, they hoarded every trace of it for themselves.
By Patti Larsen4 years ago in Fiction
now we fly
Now we fly Change is the only constant. Chapter 1 There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. For many years we had lived without the mess and noise they constantly create. We had always known they lived in the high mountains, places that sane people never attempted to visit, but then only ten years ago, one landed in our village main square. We did not know at the time, but it was a female and was looking for a place to birth her young. She had left it too late to reach the mountain top her kind usually went to. Most of the village people reacted with fear, some even left to settle further away; one family even left the Valley altogether and sought shelter in the great plains, that vast open space when no shadows formed. How you could seek shelter in a place with no trees, no hills, nothing to give shelter; was beyond me but it shows the level of fear the dragon caused. Our chieftain sent messages to other villages in the Valley while we younger people started to show we were not afraid of a dragon. Actually, I am sure the rest were as afraid as I was, but we were all more afraid of showing fear, than of the beast itself. Getting near to the square we took in the wonderful colours that radiated from her scales, she lay quietly just gently breathing, with her wings folded over her back and her powerful rear legs curled up under her belly. Her neck was telescoped into her body and that fantastic head just rested on the ground, her eyes never closed but she showed no aggression and just lay silently at rest. I had never left the Valley, never even explored the smaller valleys where other villages had been built; I had been taught about how other groups lived in other valleys but ours was the first, the best and so always “the Valley.” My life was to change on the day the dragon landed.
By Peter Rose4 years ago in Fiction
Gwaine
PROLOGUE It was the beginning of summer and the sixteenth of Gwaine's life. He was the crown prince of the Belthamar kingdom and had felt dread at the prospect of being king one day after his father's life is claimed by the gods, it was something expected of him. But what if he did not want to be king?
By Andrew E. Martin4 years ago in Fiction
How Dragons Came to Hollywood
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. That’s not to say they hadn’t been there for so long most people have forgotten what life was like before. Nonetheless, there had been a time when the valley was free of dragons, a time before we humans answered to their every whim - fearing for our lives. A time when people didn’t even believe dragons existed. The poor fools. Had they known, maybe they could’ve prevented the dragons’ arrival.
By Jennifer Knighton4 years ago in Fiction
