Sci Fi
Dragon vs Dragon
There weren't always dragons in the valley, but when they did arrive, life as we all knew it would never be the same. My homeland of Africa was a great and beautiful land. It was a land ruled over by a beautiful ebony king and queen. Gold under the soil and in the hills. Mother Africa was a rich land with rich people. There were sprawling fields and tranquil streams. One day a person not of African descent showed up. It was a man. We discovered that this light colored man had brought others. The others were light colored men as well. No women were to be seen. At first glance, these visitors seemed harmless. We were terribly wrong and would pay dearly for this huge mistake...
By Latoya Giles 4 years ago in Fiction
Of Earth & Ash
There weren't always dragons in the valley. They used to stick to the Bone Sector, far away from the Faelands. I grew up thinking that they were exiled there, trapped. I’m not sure when I started believing that, but I never heard anyone else talk about it. My father always told me it’s something that I made up after Mother died. He thinks I make up a lot of things. Honestly, we barely speak. He stopped having real conversations with me years ago. He’s too busy trying to make sure the dragons don't make their way from the valley into Drugaria.
By Victoria Caraline4 years ago in Fiction
The 9th Emergence
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. But the reality flux over the ridge has an ‘irregular’ stability and what it brings with it is luck of the draw! All that’s know is whatever happens there, the creatures that spawn are here to stay. They filter over the mountainous crest of the North Valley, most of them confused and erratic, forcing the villages of the Island to take the brunt of whatever emerges.
By Jase Robinson4 years ago in Fiction
The Flames of Redemption
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. The dwarves, in their endless pursuit of the things that slumbered in the womb of the world, uncovered fossilized eggs that had been lost to time, and thus, brought dragons back to the realm of D’veen.
By Bradley Ramsey4 years ago in Fiction
Ghosts of the Past
Skips Sandalin poked at the rim of ice choking the neck of his bottle. It was designed to chill the drink with each sip yet all it did currently was inhibit consumption. Skips’ Gills always dried out after using Multi-System Mass Transit, his skinscales were even beginning to feel crispy to the touch. He returned his attention to the elongated boddle of nutrient supplements that came standard in most Federation restock centers. Any attempt to remove the chunk of ice filtering the viscous flood was futile so he turned his attention to the quartermaster.
By A.C Hofstetter4 years ago in Fiction
The Valley's Shelter
There weren’t always Dragons in the Valley. There was a time when Dragons did not exist at all. The only places they were ever found was in myths, as the legendary creatures of Old Earth. Aty had grown up listening to stories that had traveled with her kin into the depths of the void. As she traveled in the vacuum from birth she had listened to tales of great ancients of nature and wisdom. They were the primordial essence of their Home. But there were times in these stories where they were terrible beasts - animals or people transformed by greed and malice into lamentable monsters. Which struck Aty as morbidly comedic - and then as deeply sick - given the birth of the real Dragons.
By Isaac Crusey4 years ago in Fiction
The Reckoning
There weren’t always dragons in The Valley. And until the Reckoning, there was not even a valley in The Valley, let alone huge serpents who soared on shimmering wings. In the city, the only serpents were dingy, dripping highways that breathed exhaust rather than fire. Above them, sleek spires raced for the atmosphere, eclipsing the crumbling ruins of forgotten dreams and the dreamers buried with them. The city itself crumbled and crashed down in huge chunks, snuffing out entire communities with cold indifference. Sometimes a particularly large piece would fall and break right through the street level, a sludge-drenched canyon distantly visible below through the gaping hole. Sirens and sales pitches filled the ears of the city’s residents at all times while noxious fumes filled their noses. The city had been a machine, and like its human parts the gray thing moved without meaning. Grew without learning. Now, the city was gone. Not relocated or demolished or abandoned, but truly gone…as though it had never existed at all. In its place, a massive rift gashed the land for miles and stretched beyond the horizon in both directions. A surging river thundered along its floor, echoing against the forested slopes and earning the name this place had been calling itself for so long. There was always a valley in The Valley, the girl knew now. It had just been buried.
By Aweed Nyoka4 years ago in Fiction
Valley at the Edge of Everywhere
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. Nor were there always demons or divinities. Neither were there always frumpkins nor fae-kin. One could not always find Starchildren nor seeds with the potential to become Eaters-of-Worlds. What the Valley did always contain was The Vast Limitlessness of Pure Unbridled Potential and all the madness it entailed.
By V.S.Q. Chambers4 years ago in Fiction
Blood and Ash
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. Before the incident at Logan Tech, dragons were thought to have been myths only heard of in fairy tales and folk lore. They were fantasy creatures immortalized on stained glass in cathedrals and silk tapestries. Logan Tech Industries changed all of that in a single industrial accident.
By Dawn Erwin4 years ago in Fiction
