Fantasy
From Blood To Ash
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. These mythical creatures drew their fiery breath in fairy tales written to entertain younglings. Like the Vegetable Lamb of Tartary and wraiths, it did not walk among mortals. Howbeit, when a soul does not find peace, it causes havoc.
By Zuleika Boekhoudt4 years ago in Fiction
Kingdoms Lost
There weren't always dragons in the valley. Janen ducked as the shadow passed over her, clutching Sorrel's reins. The mare skittered sideways off the road, but Janen's attention remained on the huge Blue heading towards the distant mountains. Her heart hammered in her chest. Not from fear. From excitement.
By Kirsten Ivatts4 years ago in Fiction
Stories of Dragons. Runner-Up in The Fantasy Prologue.
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. For generations, parents had kept their children on a steady diet of horrifying stories featuring the flying beasts. They were the monsters at the edge of the night, the sharp-toothed consequences for young people who strayed from the wisdom of their elders. Naughty children get nipped, parents warned, and evil children get eaten.
By Addison Horner4 years ago in Fiction
The Grand Thread and the Gray Magi
Archibald Scrimshaw sat down upon a craggy gray boulder along the dirt road to Trent. He tossed his school satchel to one side and hugged his knees, waiting. Slowly the sun rose until the cool morning air burnt off, and feeling warm he removed his blazer. With his patience thinning, he let his fingers dig into the rock's crevices and chip away pebbles which he tossed lazily into the road.
By Alex Hanevich4 years ago in Fiction
The Soul of a Dragon
There weren't always dragons in the valley. Our small little village, perfectly secluded in what we always called "Deep Home", was too small and insignificant to attract the attention of anyone important or anything big enough to be a threat, including. Our village was just far enough away from everything. That meant we didn't have to worry about the strict policies of kings, or submit to the will of villainous lords, or even have to concern ourselves with defending from roaming raiding parties from long lost armies who's leaders had perished.
By Grant Barday4 years ago in Fiction
Creatures
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. We weren't always terrified to simply live but, one frozen winter night amid the blizzards the tribes elders saw a light. A distant beam that pierced the night sky like the great sun after a long night of celebration, The village elders called out to us from the edge of the village beckoning us to join in watching of this so proclaimed miracle. But a miracle it was not it really was more of a calamity. Soon after the elders had stopped screaming the entire village had gathered at the towns edge shocked in awe, simply mesmerized by the beams glory.
By johannes eberl4 years ago in Fiction
The Anti- VCAC Movement
There weren't always dragons in the valley. That was the most disturbing part about the valley. How could a creature as dangerous and pronounced as a Dragon just randomly appear? I mean did a random mixing of breeds occur and then out came these wild mutated... dragons. Seems unlikely!
By Elijah Davis4 years ago in Fiction
Curse of the Dragons
Curse of the Dragons Fiona Howell Chapter One There weren’t always dragons in the valley. The valley used to be a quiet and peaceful place, a place that was perfectly safe. A place where anyone would want to raise their children. The dragons came when the witch died.
By Fiona Howell4 years ago in Fiction
The Hidden
Chapter 1 “There weren’t always dragons in the valley,” said Lilia. Her wrinkled brow bent downward over her pale blue eyes, “When I was a little girl, a long long time ago, the elders of our village summoned the great beasts from their mountain caves to come down and live in the valley as our protectors.” I watched as she took her wooden staff and drew a line in the dirt. All of us children inched closer from our seated positions to see what she was doing. “You see, there were terrible creatures, monsters, who lived on the other side of the valley. Our village of Moritha is here,” she explained, drawing a circle on the ground a few inches from the line, “All that we had to protect us from the evil creatures, was this valley.” She tapped on the line with her staff. She then drew several mountain peaks around our village, “These mountains which surround our village, they were once the home of the dragons.” I turned my head to gaze up at the mountains, their snowy peaks seemingly scraping the sky. “How did the elders summon the dragons, Lilia?” A chubby boy next to me asked, his hands grasping his criss-crossed legs in anticipation. “Our elders climbed the mountain and bravely approached the dragons in their caves. They promised that half of all our crops, livestock, and treasure would be given every year in return for their protection of the valley. Dragons are guardian creatures. They always need a treasure to protect,” Lilia replied, drawing our symbol for gold on the ground.
By Jenna Tomovich4 years ago in Fiction
