Mystery

Slay
SLAY Written by H. Heron Inspired by Life Chapter 1: The Knight of Swords There weren’t always dragons in the valley. But the gold that lives in the hearts of certain men do lure the monsters into bay. A strong undertow could overthrow, but stronger tides are unpredictable, just as the will of man. When the stubborn ego of man stands in the way of hoarded treasures, they will be met by the fire of the beast. The greatest stories of our lives may sound like fiction to those who have never lived it. Remember this, the fairy tells tales imitating the truth and do not underestimate them. While they may be whimsical, airy, and small in stature, the fairy is armed with incredible magic and mind tricks. Fairy tales have been enchanted so that their true meaning teaches and inspires throughout time. Like fairies, fairy tales are immortal.
By H.Heron4 years ago in Fiction
The Howling Infinite
There weren’t always dragons in the valley of my mind, yet destiny is not always so apparent, before the future presents itself, we can only toil in the unknowing darkness of the present. – Starbuck
By Stultus the Fool4 years ago in Fiction
Prologue: An Accidental Adoption
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. But there was one in my bar that day. I noticed him immediately as I returned to The Longing Magpie; he was sitting at the table furthest from the door, in a dark corner usually occupied by shady characters waiting for plucky young adventuring parties to stumble into their ill-fated quests. I should know - I had hauled more than one terrified group out of caves, crypts, and various dungeons when I was in my prime. When we made eye contact, he quickly looked away and pulled the oversized basket sitting on the table next to him into his lap, stowing it underneath his chair for safekeeping.
By Skylar Banach4 years ago in Fiction
The Snake Charmer
"'There weren't always dragons in the Valley. Were there?' It was the first thing that he had said that caught my attention. We was in Aya's pub, the local kitchen for many a traveler. He was no different 'til the question came out. Then again, it wasn't really a question. He was makin' a point and everyone knew it."
By Chandler Olof4 years ago in Fiction
The Trials of the Steadfast
Chapter One, The Depths of Misfortune There weren’t always dragons in the valley. Nor were the foreign creatures ever seen roaming through the secluded farms of Mollager. Not until the dismal morning when cries of terror suddenly arose from the vegetable fields and panic-stricken villagers ran from their homes to the safety of the mountain sanctuary. Hissing shadows plummeted out of the darkening clouds. Word of winged-devils swept through the pandemonium as stampeding citizens were plucked from the ground like ripened fruit and dragged, screaming, out of sight. Many were slain, lying clawed and maimed upon the fresh soil of their land. The rest eventually found temporary refuge amidst the steep, rocky ridges that rose above the valley, leaving behind them their fallen and the dragons’ bellowing snarls.
By Charlotte Allen4 years ago in Fiction
Silver
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. There had never been. It was the Eve of Talock, and Cliff Arhdou had one last load of firewood to deliver before he could join the celebrations. The forest opened up before him, and the hum of his Kei-truck was quiet as it ran over the foliage. He glanced around the hinterland, breathing in the scent of pine. The breeze that brushed past his window came with nostaglia of old children's tales and working at his grandfathers shrine. Memories that had long since faded. There was an abrupt jolt that pulled him out his stupor, the impact creating throbs in the base of his neck, and he blinked rapidly, trying to clear his vision. Black spots swirled, and he felt fingers of nausea caress their way up to his throat. Clamoring out of the vehicle, he swiped the remains of breakfast off his lips and steadied himself on the door as he looked above himself; his eyes were met by a mass of flesh, its long neck twisted in an unnatural manner, and its eyes remained opened and lifeless.
By bianca4 years ago in Fiction
The Blessed Lands
There weren't always dragons in the valley, little did I know I would become one... For a moment everything stopped moving and it was so quiet. I could hear my breathing; I watched my chest rise, up and down. My vision was cloudy while sweat trickled down my forehead. What was happening to me? I fell...
By PrettySavagePublishings4 years ago in Fiction
The doors of the Icosahedron
The Eleventh Day: Moonlight for Your Compass “There were not always dragons in the valley of Sphinx, Gamma” Enzo says, looking at the North Star like an astronomer in a brink of discovery. He spent decades studying the night summer sky and its correlation to every hill, tunnel, vortex, portal and a lay line on the Giza plateau. His sharp gaze fixed at a specific point above.
By Tatiana Ooo4 years ago in Fiction
Call of the dragon
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. The Dragons once roamed freely, destroying homes and lives, 1,000 dragons were imprisoned in the valley known as Vargasis. Today was the eve of the Dol, the feast of Dragons. This was widely celebrated in all of Pedraöks which meant, the king would be pardoning 15 criminals today, everyone was gathered in the town’s great hall, Those of noble houses were seated in the renovated mezzanines with tall brass seats overlooking the entire hall and those not from noble houses, sat on carved granite benches all of which faced the throne in a V-shape. The benches are filled with the knights and citizens of pedraöks. King Edwas Mundragon, the Queen, Isira Mundragon, and their 6 children were all seated up front. The great throne of brass sits atop an elevated platform led up by 7 steps, The throne sits in front of a large window radiating light onto the throne and is adjoined by three similar, but less ornate seats for the royal highness' family members.
By Olive4 years ago in Fiction
Home
The path by the trees was barely visible, as it had been years since anyone walked it. It led around the big shed, and up to the back porch of the house. Thomas Boone felt the porch steps sink a bit as he stepped up onto the landing, the years had not been kind to them. When he opened the back door he could almost smell the brownies that his grandmother made whenever they came to visit. Awash with memories, he heard the laughter and the raucous conversations his grandparents would have with his uncles about selling the place and moving somewhere closer to the world.
By Kim Poole4 years ago in Fiction
Trail of Tears
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. As the storm clouds blushed in the dawn's light the lizards in the sky scoured the Fallen Kingdom seeking to destroy all who survived the night. From the High Mountain in the North they came, the rock that spears the sky. Titans of Erok, they crossed the wasteland and in their deathfire they announce the light of day. Nothing survives a dragon.
By d00b4 years ago in Fiction
The Correction
"There weren't always dragons in the Valley, So now, with an army of men, We will leave on night fall to defeat them, And we will be safe once again"
By Sally Towell4 years ago in Fiction