Fantasy

There weren't always dragons in the Valley.
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. What will happen to the Copper Top church with that Sally, the dragon sitting on top of it? Sara hollered from down the street from the dragon that was shooting flames down on the evil villain.
By Denise E Lindquist4 years ago in Fiction
Airen: Prologue
This prologue has been extended and revised and listed as simply: Airen "There weren't always Dragons in the Valley," Grandma Trisendre said.
By Cassandra McElroen4 years ago in Fiction
Immortal Bonds
Mycaelus' body stood, it's natural golden hue glowing against the setting sun. It was a beautiful backdrop to grace the grisly scene of the dead whose strewn parts rest stop the dusty, desert plateau. Across from him stood a figure with deep red skin, a cruel and mischievous smile on his face. The two were both covered in bruises, blood, cuts, burns, and a litany of other forms of damage. Neither of the two showed it.
By Alyssa Hawkins4 years ago in Fiction
Hellheart
To attend the Arcane Academy of Darien was a great honour for anyone with magical talent; but to be accepted to become a Master of the Academy was an opportunity very few individuals would ever achieve. Following her research into the School of Abjuration and Protection, Maia became one of the foremost practitioners of the art. By the age of twenty she had been leading lectures on the subject and the channelling of magic as a form of defence. Her students would talk of how her classes involved bolts of fire being thrown at students, or field trips to some of the harsher environments on Aerth to practice defending against the elements.
By Chris White4 years ago in Fiction
Valley of Dragons
"There weren't always dragons in the Valley" "I know Sir Fredrick" A small chuckle slipped out of the mouth of a young maiden standing in the archway of a large stable. Her hair fell to her shoulders in golden rose colored curls. Her smile brought attention to her subtle pale blue eyes that collected as much light as a Mundani dragon would. "Is this the story I will continue to bestow upon the land when you're gone?"
By Nyx4 years ago in Fiction
Dragon Rights and Wrongs
"There weren't always dragons in the Valley. But just because there weren't, didn't mean that there shouldn't." "That's dumb," a bored, clear voice cut through the classroom. "You're dumb."
By Uighur Abdulla4 years ago in Fiction
The Dragon of DarkWood Valley
There weren’t always dragons in the valley. Back in the early days of Darkwood, there was peace in the valley. Most of the different races got along with each other, with the dwarfs living in the different mountain ranges and the elves and other races, including the humans, all living throughout Darkwood valley.
By K.C. Keats4 years ago in Fiction
I Am My Father's Son
I Am My Father s Son In a time and place, where humans were not the only race, a halfling stood on a hill overlooking a field. His waist length hair flowed behind him in the breeze, revealing his pointed ears. He was of a dark complexion, like his father, and his curls made his hair seem like a lion’s mane. My name is James Allan Nathaniel Paul, he thought, such a long name for such a small me. James, it means sup-planter, and I am here to replace my father, the great hero, and follow in his footsteps. My father, the great adventurer bard, that long ago inspired our community to not conform to change. I am nothing compared to him. While he was thinking, his sister’s voice rang out, echoing across the field.
By Amy Chris Keiper aka LC Harrison4 years ago in Fiction
The Dragon Slayer
"There weren't always Dragons in the Valley," remarked Thorn. This used to be unchartered territory for the Dragons; they used to keep the peace; they never ventured in the Valley. Then the unthinkable happened and the treaty of the Dragon Crusade was breached and the territorial lands were inhabited by the dragons by the Dragoon Leader Matrices. Dragoons were trained soldier dragons prepared to die for the cause to keep the race alive from extinction from the human death slayers the dragon hunter elite called The Imperial Dragon Slayers. These humans were trained since birth to keep the peace within the castle walls. One day they would rid the world of the Dragoons and live a life of peace. This fight had been going on for thousands of years. Matrices was the first generation of fire breathing dragons with the ability to fly great distances. It was a human with great mystical powers that was a descendant of Merlin, who was not known that gave the first dragons the ability to train as soldiers destined to claim their territorial rights and cease extinction from the dragon slayers. This descendant of Merlin was castigated and thrown out of the city walls and subjugated to live a life in the forbidden woods. His name was Caspian after the sea. He was a disciple of Merlin and learned the ways of the forest and hated the humans especially the dragon slayers for it was his birthright to be on the side of royalty not banned from the castle walls. Caspian learned black magic and sought out dragons like Matrices and wanted redemption.
By Lee Roby4 years ago in Fiction
Phone calls from the Dice
𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝟷 "There weren't always dragons in the Valley." Stumbling over my words a little, I played with the gleaming transclucent dice that were always kept in my red satin bag. For this scene, I began to narrate the mystery behind our crumbling kingdom in my (slightly overpriced) wizard cosplay from the Comic World Convention. Or, "CWC" as I call it.
By K L4 years ago in Fiction
The Prince of Fire and Ash
There weren't always dragons in the valley. But when they arrived, the whole continent took notice. Beastly creatures donned in scaly hides that cast foreboding shadows across the lands they scorched.
By Shae Moore4 years ago in Fiction
Amil After the Wars
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. They had existed, deep within the mountains, crouching in caves and venturing out to steal wandering sheep at night. The fishermen of the coastal hamlets reported seeing them fishing on nights when the moon was almost full, and the fish could be seen in the cold azure waters of the Blacksmiths Sea.
By Amber Yozelle Barber4 years ago in Fiction