Of Kings and Corruption
There weren’t always dragons in the valley, nor was there always a valley. Instead, a giant seated in the heavens reached down and rent a hole in the earth. A giant, Sharir pondered to himself, sitting on the edge of the new valley. No, surely not a giant; a giant could not make a valley over a hundred meters deep, nor could a giant split steel swords in two, rend dragons from the sky, or burn with glory redder than a hundred red suns, he thought.
