Not always dragons
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. There simply couldn’t have been. There had to have been a time when the Valley was just people living peacefully, tending to the fields, going about their business, without fear of any giant, scaly fuckers burning everyone’s crops down. There had to have been a time when death, disease, and overcrowding weren’t a fact of life, when people hadn’t been crammed together in less than half the space the Valley had to offer because the other half had been colonized by skulking, fire breathing lizards with an attitude.
