Chapter One
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. The world had changed so, much. It had become cold and grey from the rebirth according to the legend. It was beautiful at first, but after they lost there fur they became cold and mean living by fire. They were our friends helping by the air and on land. Out of nowhere the strong flew into the volcanic magma and came out hard, scaly, fire breathing creation. We had lost all hope we had to build the machines to fight back. The creations that could survive the battle. One for each tribe as a protector of the people in remembrance of the old way. The tribes were us the nine that survived. The nine that still lived today. We all lasted after the ritual they preformed. We had to scavenge for food intel strong enough to hunt and build shelter. The valley we were in so,...