Fantasy

Golden Drops
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. The sky wasn't always gold. The fires from the breath of the dragons had altered the valley's horizon. The transformation had occurred while the inhabitants of the valley slept.
By Antoinette L Brey4 years ago in Fiction
Goddess of the Night
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley, and this isn’t the first time we are meeting; in fact, we’ve met many times before throughout your cardinal life. Our first meeting was when you were a small barefoot child. I whispered the words of wisdom and power into your ear as you concocted potions of blades of soft grass and clear water. As you grew older, my whispers could not be heard over the noise of your evolving mind, so I resorted to other forms of communication. We met that moonless night you felt something in your stomach that told you to walk a bit faster. We met again when you looked up at the star-painted sky and shared that you felt alone. We’ve met countless times in your deepest dreams and occasionally as you woke to moving shadows on the walls of your bedroom. You see, we know one another and with intimacy, but let me introduce myself once more. My name is Hecate, and I am the goddess.
By Molly Williams4 years ago in Fiction
Where Dragons Dwell
"There weren't always dragons in the Valley," the village headman revealed. The large, opulent chair he sat in creaked in complaint as he leant back, suggesting it was every bit as old as the person that sat in it. Thick legs swung up and over the edge of the large oak desk dominating the small office, and the heels of well-used, black leather boots came to rest upon its surface. The headman lifted his left hand and pinched a scruffy grey beard between fat thumb and index finger, the ring finger having been taken off behind the knuckle and reduced to a badly-healed stump. The wrinkles around his eyes deepened as deep thought passed behind them. "I seem to remember a time when nothing bigger than a cow could be found down there, but when Hellsmouth reminded us how it got its name more than dragons sought escape from the mountain's fiery temper."
By Paul Wilson4 years ago in Fiction
Born of Ash
“There weren’t always dragons in the valley.” Atop a large boulder, in a field of wildflowers and fragrant clover, sat Finnick Torreign, a young raconteur who could often be found sowing seeds of wonder and amusement in the minds of Vistran youth.
By H S Schmal4 years ago in Fiction
The fluttering book
“There weren’t always dragons in the valley,” my mom said looking at me with sad eyes as she closed the book, kissed me on the cheek and said “good night.” I want her to continue on but it’s hard for her. When we got to that part of the story she always does the same thing.
By Leslie Strom4 years ago in Fiction
The Forgotten Forest
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. When I was a child, my mother would tell me stories of the land before the dragons came. Weaving wonderful tales of lush greenery and towering trees, trees my mother told us, the village people used to build their homes in. She would laugh about lazy days spent in large lakes that boardered our land, catching fish on canoes built from the very trees surrounding their homes. She would recall beautiful days filled with bird-song and whispers of wind rolling through the trees.
By Jennifer Jordan4 years ago in Fiction
Dear Hope
*Part 2 of “The Chaotic Witch” series* Lucinda was washing the dishes from breakfast and watching over Hope who was playing outside through the window above the sink. It was a beautiful day and Hope had been badgering her to be let out to play for hours. She finally gave in and allowed her to play in the yard where she could keep an eye on her from inside. There was so much to do between the laundry, cleaning, and lunch. She couldn’t afford to just go outside to play!
By Cristina Velazquez4 years ago in Fiction
Shadow Valley
There were not always dragons in the valley, Mithais said this to himself as the shadow of a one soared over head. The mythical beast of lore had returned however no one could tell from where they had come from. Mathias looked our across the rocky terrain as the rest of his group caught up. Standing tall he looked to the civilians that were in his charge, in the back of his head he knew that some would not return, but to keep their spirits up he did not dwell on these thoughts. Mithais stood an impressive 6ft tall, long golden hair tied in a tight braid down his back, bright green eyes that picked up every movement from the sky to the slight breeze that blew the tattered brush in the valley they were traversing, wearing hardened leather armor from the shoulders down to his boots, studded with iron, he chose this for the movability which would come in the very near future, weapon of choice long sword which he kept strapped to his back. As the civilians finally caught up to him, some out of breath others tired and dirty from their days headed to this infernal place, he chuckled a little and asked himself why he took this job in the first place. The out of breath traveler looked up as the dragon floated lazily through the air, in awe he let out a tired cheer. "Well at least we know we are headed in the right direction." Mithais shrugged in indifference his job was to get them there, their task was to determine if at all where the dragons came from and why they were here. Stories of old say that some could speak hording massive amounts of treasure for no reason other than they like things that are shiny. Whether or not they will find one that they can communicate with was still to be determined. "We need to keep moving, the Valley is not a safe place, even more so now than before, get your people up here we will rest for a few and then continue. We must get to the base of that mountain which is the base of this hill we are currently standing on which is where the valley floor begins. From there we can start a base camp where we will have more of you people following in a few days. Mithais said all of this as he pointed and moved his hand to show the slope of the hill they were on and where they were headed to. He could see the man before him did not realize it was going to take all of this to get there, the light dimmed a little in his eyes. Mithais put a hand on his shoulder to try and reassure him, "We will get there, I promise you that, what is your name?" the man spoke out the name Bartholomew, Mithais rolled his eyes of course this would be this dirt diggers name, "Well Barty, sit and rest I'll trek a little ahead and see if we can find a better path." Mithais hadn't gone more than 100 feet down the path when it seemed the heavens opened up, more than the normal or what is considered normal for dragons being in the valley started dropping from the sky, they swooped in low and then riding the currents back up the valley sides to disappear on the other side, they all seemed to be heading that one direction, but there were so many of them 100's of dragons seemed to materialize out of the cloudy sky dropping behind the valley walls. He quickly turned but as he did, an adolescent dragon dropped to the ground between him and his group. Slowly Mithais spread his feet and slowly he reached up to place a hand on his sword. The red and gold dragon in front of him could not be more than a few days old but was still as big as a horse. Turning its head to the side, the yellow eyes seemed to dance over him trying to determine if he was food or not. Saliva dropped from the animals mouth has it opened his mouth to reveal rows of bright white razor-sharp teeth. Mithais slowly drew his sword preparing for a fight, Dragon before him lowered its head keep its eyes on him and growled low in its throat. Shuffling it is feet and spreading his wings wide he dove at Mithais.
By Redbar4 years ago in Fiction
Hilil's Takeover
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. The city of Musecana was a youthful valley filled with magical beings such as wizards, dancers, poets, and beings of mystical elements. Dragons were not yet a part of this fun-filled city until the mystical combustion of Gaililia & this would happen before the Feast of Musecana. During this time, there would be laughter, food, drinks, and prestigious leaders that have come forth to showcase their mystical powers.
By Nitia Johnson4 years ago in Fiction
When Dragons War
There weren’t always dragons in the valley. As a matter of fact, the valley had been full of cattle, sheep, goats, pigs and horses. There were farms and fields of hay, barley, wheat and so many other crops. The valley was alive with people and animals and only an occasional flyover by a dragon with no real harm done except the occasional disappearance of a sheep.
By Dennis Fletcher a.k.a. Dragon Speak4 years ago in Fiction
The world never ended
There weren’t always dragons in the valley but give humanity five-thousand years to create artificial intelligence, then add three-thousand years to that, five wars, mass technological advancement, then pronto, dragons in the valley.
By Jacklyn Casey4 years ago in Fiction
Teaching My Dragon Boyfriend To Use An A.I. Art Program
“There weren’t always dragons in the Valley,” Balmethestus said, curling his tail around my back so that I could sit comfortably. His internal heat helped soothe my sore muscles after hefting heavy boxes all day at work.
By Hillora Lang4 years ago in Fiction