Young Adult

Taste Of Survival
Chapter One There weren’t always dragons in the valley, where they are feared across the globe, they are welcomed at the Armada. We serve them the greatest of meats to the finest of fruits, when they fill their rounded bellies, Spider fills his pockets.
By Safy Kezzim4 years ago in Fiction
The Sacred Stones. Runner-Up in The Fantasy Prologue.
“There weren’t always dragons in the Valley,” I translated the words carved in moss-covered stone. “Can you make out the rest?” Elijah asked as he scribbled in his notepad.
By K’Lee P.4 years ago in Fiction
Dragon's Wish
“There weren’t always dragons in the valley. Now all we hear is roars echoing, and the ground trembling every time they move around. Everyone’s on edge, exhausted and worried that the dragons will attack again. They seem to be louder and more restless lately. If we could just figure out which one granted wishes, we could just WISH them away and save Queen Elvira! Alwyn says, frustratedly, walking alongside Izor as his royally-appointed guardian.
By Rose Rossenbach4 years ago in Fiction
Auden and the Dragons
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. I was only ten when they first arrived, but I remember that day well. Mother woke me early so we could claim the best spot at the market to sell her remedies, which just so happens to be under one of the largest oak trees in the Valley. Not that we needed the best spot for sales, everyone knows mothers potions fix any type of ailments. She claims they're old family recipes passed down from her mother and her mothers mother and a lot of mothers before that. Some of the townys call her a witch, some call her a goddess of mother nature. Regardless of what they think, they all come to her when they have a pounding head or a burning heart. We claimed the spot and set up quickly, just in time for the morning market goers.
By Stephanie Watts4 years ago in Fiction
Tales of Ulrica
"There weren't always dragons in the Valley." Absalom lifted his eyes from the glass of ale he had been nursing. It was the word dragon that caught his attention. There was a since of strangeness in how it was said. The tone was colloquial, as if talking about dragons was a part of an everyday conversation, like how people talk about the weather or the latest gossip. Is this what the world has come to, he thought. Are dragons just fun topics to gab about while you work your crossword puzzles?
By Joshua Roberts4 years ago in Fiction
The Reckoning
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. Then again, Mara thought. A lot of things had changed since the Reckoning–the day the planet stood still. Mara looked out over the valley before her; what had once been rolling green hills had begun to shrivel into dry, rocky wastelands. The Reckoning had brought with it many hardships, the dragons included, but Mara could hardly remember a time before it, she’d been too young when it occurred. Most things she knew were from stories retold by others, legends repeated on by village Chroniclers.
By M Irene4 years ago in Fiction
A call from the ocean
Marcus looked out towards the ocean, the water stretching from one side of the earth to the other and he felt an indescribable emptiness sink into his chest. The grey and lonely sea cried a million tears, drawing the weak and hopeless to its depths. Marcus sometimes felt he could become one of its victims, like he could drown out there, tangled amongst choking seaweed. When he had been younger he used to race down to the shore, letting his arms catch in the wind. He would feel the shells crunch beneath his toes and look down as he let them scratch sharply into him. He never seemed to care of the pain of a thousand shells causing blood to drip from his skin. He would sit on the edge of the sand where the vast ocean lapped against him and let the salt water sting him like bees in his eyes. How lonely he felt, there all alone and into the night he would sit, he would wait, wait, and wait. Sometimes the ocean would speak to him, howling and panting it would scream in his direction, but often it was just the voice of a lonely fisherman who had spent countless hours without catching a fish.
By Sophie Stevens4 years ago in Fiction
Dragon Speaker
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. Before long, they’d be gone again. Ery had seen what the Valley would become. The potential futures plagued her mind incessantly. Green would turn to black. Hazel trees, to white ash. The sound of chirping birds and rustling animals replaced with the stillness of death.
By Joshua Trockel4 years ago in Fiction
The Silversmith
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. In fact, if the townspeople were asked if there were any dragons within a hundred miles, most would ridicule the idea or cross themselves against the magic and curse against tempting fate. This far south, so close to the border? Ludicrous. It didn’t do to imagine such things.
By EJ Ferguson4 years ago in Fiction
Betrayal of Dragons
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. They used to be trapped beneath the Earth in a mythical place called “Internal World”. That was their domain and the Earth is supposed to be ours. Until a deity with the name “Dhar Gurra” broke through to the internal world and unleashed hell on our land. “The dragons were first seen pouring out of the hole to the internal world like an oozing sickness.” This is what the elders of the valley say but of course, this is all just legend. No one truly knows how the dragons came to be. but I will make sure everyone knows that I, Faeryn Larkspur, vanquished them.
By Shyanne Hamilton4 years ago in Fiction
Feathers and Fire
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. But there were now. Fearsome, feathered beasts that could transform you into a puddle of melted skin and blood with one look into their eyes, so it had been told. They were said to be a green forest color that blended into the trees, and they could be completely invisible if they chose. And they always chose to be invisible. The girl watched silently, hoping, with a little fear, that her eyes would catch one in the distance.
By Keeleigh White4 years ago in Fiction
The Gift I Never Wanted
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley, and I couldn’t imagine whose bright idea it had been to bring them here. No one in their right mind would appreciate their incessant shrieking or the foul smell of sulfur wafting from their dull scales. The creatures weren’t particularly smart, or strong, or pleasant in any way. Indeed, most days I equated them to nothing more than pests.
By Grace B4 years ago in Fiction