K. M. Ecklund

The Beginning of an End

There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. That was before the Collision. Before the Ancient Societies of Old were knocked back to a meek existence, having to scrape by until relearning how to stand again. The Collision had brought magic to this world, and with it, the dragons. The dragons that roamed Teardrop Valley nowadays, were not like the Greats. They were descendants of those colossal dragons that emerged after The Collision. Almost all of the Greats had been hunted down; to be captured or killed for trophy. It was said that only two remained free in existence, but they were rumors. Now, the biggest of the dragons that were a part of common life here in the Valley were no bigger than a small hill and carried very little innate magic.