Golden Sunbird Dreamlight Valley Novels & Stories

I When the night started to make its way the next day, the reddish mighty Dragon with a woman in her all black outfit from head to toe, riding on its back, glided its strong and big wings into the sky. Dareon and Shelyca are on their way now to the Kingdom of Gold Valley. Through their minds, they are exchanging some thoughts. “Do you think, wife, we are in the right direction?” Dareon asked Shelyca through his mind as he flipped his wings more.

There was still a bit of anger that both of them had for each other because they wanted the other to drop out yet they decided to put all that behind them and focus on the task at hand. “It’s so cold,” One of the other survivors said as he followed the others. “When will we know that we have reached the Dark Valley, or when we’re even closed?” Another one of them chuckled. That one had his hair dyed red and he was light skinned. “I think there is an obvious answer to that. We would know when there is no more natural light.” “Yeah, man. That makes sense,” the first one the spoke replied. “And I heard that any other form of light is forbidden.” He glanced at everyone’s faces one at a time.

I spat, stepping forward into the light of the valley. The woman turned. Her eyes were not emerald or crimson; they were a solid, unblinking gold, like coins reflecting the sun. She looked at me with a pitying smile that made my skin crawl. "Greetings, Darlene," the woman said, her voice a melodic harmony that lacked any trace of the fire's crackle. "I am Elara. I am the light that doesn't burn. I am the sun that the High Council has prayed for since the day the first Sun-Walker turned her back on the moon".

I just hope Dylan will get there on time because we will need all the help to retrieve the wing and finally defeat the Demon King. We finally reached our destination, the Goldwings Valley. There is a thick fog covering the surroundings and no one's line of vision. It was a cold, clammy, eerie night. The air was dead still, and there wasn't a single soul in sight. I've heard from the legion that the Gold Valley used to be a festive place and there is supposed to be a night market in the streets and colorful lanterns hanging from each house. Now it is more likely an abandoned and hunted valley. "I have a bad feeling about this place," Oslec said and his eyes start to glance around in different

Before us stretched a pristine lake surrounded by towering trees, its waters reflecting the afternoon sun like liquid silver. "Shadowlight Lake," Odette said softly. "Sacred to the Royal Pack. Very few outsiders are allowed here." I stood mesmerized by the peaceful beauty of the place. The water seemed to glow from within, casting gentle light across the surrounding landscape. "It's beautiful," I whispered, feeling some of my tension ease away.

He had made a mistake, surely? “The place of fire, Vatra, it is the home of the Lightning Bird.” “No,” she said. After all, she had seen his aerie, across the desert sands, a place of clouds and silence. Not fire. “That cannot be.” “Whatever you have seen, Ilyria, it was what he—it—wants you to see. The Lightning Bird cannot stay long here. Whenever it retreats, it is to Vatra. That is where the companions are. I am sure of it.”

In the cradle of bones, Kaelia rocked Ember and Ashen, the twins whispered dreams of dawn and starfire. “Mother,” Ember chirped, bright-eyed. “Can I see the new sunrise?” Nyra knelt. “Of course, my bright spark. Together.” They wandered to the ramparts as the first true sun, ember-lashed and golden, rose above the horizon. The light washed over distant valleys , rivers gleamed like silver, forests awoke in emerald promise.

"I love you, Dakota and I'm certain that very soon, we'll find a solution to all our problems." "I hope so," I replied softly, kissing his beautiful lips. Axton was asleep when I set out to see Erika that evening. We planned on visiting the psychic and she asked me to meet her at the food market. Pausing for a moment, I took in the beauty of the desert, the light dancing on the sand, and the heat shimmered on the horizon. It baffled me how a harsh desert could hold so much beauty. I lifted my head and saw a very small but beautiful, multicolored bird that seemed almost unreal. Its feathers were a vibrant mix of blues, greens, and yellows, and its eyes sparkled like jewels in the sunlight.

"Those people will kill you without feeling remorse if they find out you're here. Swear it. Upon the Moon Goddess." I groaned. "I swear it upon the Moon Goddess that I won't leave this spot. Satisfied now?" He stared at me for long moments, his beautiful blue eyes locked into mine, and then he nodded with satisfaction. "Alright. Wait here." I waited until he was safely in the forest, then turned the opposite way he'd gone. I broke my promise and left the spot I was crouching, then slowly began to circle the perimeter of the forest, towards where the murderers stood on the edge of the garden.

On the top of the pedestal sat an ancient, glowing relic - a pair of intricate golden scales carrying a crystal of pure, synthesized Eclipse core. "THE CREATORS HAVE SEEN THE TRUTH," the primordial voice sounded softly across the canyon now, not harsh or violent, but with ancient, deep peace. "THE KING OF IRON SHADOW, THE QUEEN OF DIVINE SUN AND THE PRINCE OF STARLIGHT HAVE PROVEN WORTHY. THE WESTERN BARRENS ARE ETERNALLY TIED TO OBSIDIAN RIDGE." The crystal on the pedestal exploded into a beam of blinding, golden-silver light that shot straight into the night sky, illuminating the entire Western Barrens in a warm, permanent aurora of peace.