Young Adult

Fierce Little Fidum
“There weren't always dragons in the Valley.” Tagba had heard her Grandmother’s stories many times throughout her life. Grandmother was telling them now to the newest great-grandchild, Albert, as Tagba served tea and cake after lunch.
By Lisbeth Stewart4 years ago in Fiction
Into the Mine
“There weren’t always dragons in the valley,” once there were ogres, giants, and one-eyed demons that lived on the surface. When the dragons came, they started eating many of them, forcing most to leave the valley. Some, out of desperation, went into caves and found passageways into deep underground crevices. They built houses, bridges, lighting rock lanterns, and a civilization. The dragons do not know about these cities.
By Randy Ottenhoff4 years ago in Fiction
Rats in a Maze
There weren't always Dragons in the Valley. Whispered legends speak of a time when the Valley had once flourished, where the rivers flowed freely and the commoners’ faces were untouched by hunger. An era when it was safe to leave one’s home under the shade of evening. Where families were whole and orphans a rarity.
By Tayler McEntire4 years ago in Fiction
The Vale of Dragons
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. Nestled in the north of the Summerlands on the border of Midany, the Vale of Craigalmron, bounded by sheer faces of rock on all sides but the east was smothered in a verdant carpet of ancient woodland. A river wound lazily through its base fed by the many waterfalls that threw themselves from the heights of the valley walls, blanketing the valley in a fine mist. Few villages had set down their roots here, the isolation making the valley a peaceful place. Peaceful, asides from the dragons.
By Oliver Weeks4 years ago in Fiction
Layers of stone
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. They reappeared rather recently, actually. You’d presume the war between Kelimine and Dreaus to have been the source of their disappearance, thousands of years prior, but no. They were rumored to have killed one another in fact. Described as vengeful, carnivorous demons that ached and itched for a good hunt. Monsters that would scour both land and skies for enemies and when they crowned the food chain, they turned to one another instead, the thirst plunging strong. That’s what the elders say at least. That these large lumps of mossy stone, rolling onto their bellies like a cat near a fire on a snowy day, are the most dangerous predators man has ever known. Clearly man has never known me then. I undoubtedly rival their aptitude for hunting mice, their swift nature at stalking and of course the terrifying bodily mass.
By Mochichi4 years ago in Fiction
Hanemi's Wish
"There weren't always dragons in the Valley," Hanemi said, looking at the village that stood around her and the children. "But after they came, we were able to survive."
By Emma Fischer4 years ago in Fiction
Celestial Bliss
There weren't always dragons in the valley however when the kingdom of Celeste was on the brink of collapse. The princess Airele who was no more than the age of 20, had started to pray for a miracle. One that would save her and her family from the pending ruin that awaited them. Her father had started a war with the Kingdom of Ragno, who were known for their vicious and brutal tactics. As the kingdom of Ragno marched on the kingdom Airele escaped with one of her fathers most trusted guards. His name was Killan, and he had rushed into the room on the warm day.
By Daniell Frovarp4 years ago in Fiction
The Half-Blood Calamity
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. At least that is what my mother tells me. When she was a little girl she used to play in the river there. Mother says that there were movies, and fireworks, and the most amazing foods with spices, fruits, and delectable sauces. There were cars fueled by water. And people would play sports or create art simply for the fun of it! How they had time for fun still astounds me. Mother likes to tell me that the people of the city were dream-chasers; and that her home used to be the technology capital of the world.
By Kay Snarr4 years ago in Fiction
The Anti-Quest
There weren’t always dragons in the valley. There weren’t always daily fires from their angry breath or scattered quakes from their earth-moving roars. There wasn’t always terror, internalized in the residents of the exterior hills, as they attempted to continue living their former, routine lives.
By Karina Palukaitis4 years ago in Fiction
The Aspects Six
“There weren’t always dragons in the valley,” Rorick said raising an eyebrow and leaning towards the young boy across the stained table. He stroked the length of his ill kempt beard for a moment, letting his mind dip into thoughts long forgotten. Like a quill plunged into a well of ink, the memories of those times rushed back with a flowing vibrance. Fondness lingered in his eyes as stories and names steeped in the passages of time came back to him.
By Tony Galbier4 years ago in Fiction
The Dragonsborne
There weren’t always dragons in the valley. It was a phrase she had trained herself to repeat whenever she crossed the trail. A tool she always carried with her so that in passing through these smoldered ruins she might so suspend her own disbelief. It was a hard thing for any knight, let alone a night of Demores to trust that the smoldered rock, the old edifices which she approaches were once castles that tickled the belly of the sky. Now, as she nears, they appear as gigantic candles, melted and bent, luminous in the moonlight. A city lost to fire, a quiet sanctuary where hordes of refugees once made camp. A decade ago, life had flourished in these hills, but now they lay silent, charred, barely good enough even for the temporary housing she is tasked with prohibiting. The only comfort the relics have to offer is the knowing that if ever again she must take flight, their walls may shield her for a night or two. A possibility which grows more threatening, which teeters on the border of probability with every passing day. All because of the monstrous, winged, fire breathing beasts. No, there weren’t always dragons in the valley, but certainly there are now. And for a young woman who might just as easily be killed in the valley as behind the castle walls, disbelief is not something she can afford.
By Charlie Botzman4 years ago in Fiction
Wind and Flame
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. And when there were dragons, they almost never arrived unannounced. Yet the bone-chilling roar that reverberated across the Valley of Light was unmistakable. Tír Obai, his 15 year-old daughter Alys, her 13-year old sister Rai, their 15-year old friend Declan, and a squad of a dozen Rangers turned in unison to the direction of the roar. Against the light of the setting sun they saw the approaching silhouettes of not one, but three massive dragons flying in close formation. One unannounced dragon was enough to raise eyebrows, but three flying so close together could only mean that they were a family of wild dragons, and encounters with wild dragons were never not dangerous.
By John Takano4 years ago in Fiction