Cassandra Layne

The Ones Who Hunt

There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. At least, there hadn’t been for as long as any written record on parchment could tell. There were plenty of pictures though, ancient paintings on old cave walls that showed huge wings, long spiked tails and torrents of fire. No one knew why the dragons left. Some thought perhaps the valleys of their gentle mountains just got too small for them. Perhaps the food became too scarce or the winters too harsh.