Chasing The Dragon Chasing Fire.
There weren’t always dragons in the valley. Seething flames with visions of carnage. Fire promised to only the barren. Terrors bringing destruction only years could replace. I vision cobblestone bricks left in dust and local shops scattered to pieces. For dragons wreaked of havoc and were always unpredictable. Only tamable by the fiercest of knights. Knights - a figure of angels. Fierce and might, leather and scales. Wings of might brought quickness to travel between woods and valleys. The valley was fear. A spirit of fear. For no dragon fancied being in the eye. Dragons in the valley meant the most of danger. For themselves and for the valley. Gathering in the valley meant fire to the meadow.
