Blood Shards
CHAPTER ONE
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. Endless wings stretched across the orange sky filled with black smoke, spitting jets of flame from above. Giant, horned beasts stampeded through the forest and out into the small village, Tharborg. The streets filled with screams as the villagers were engulfed in the fire and trampled by humongous feet. There was no cause, no reason for the assault. The king of Vatnimar had tried his best to keep the peace with the dragons, even setting up a guard at the border of their territory deep in the forest so travelers would not pass through. Clearly something had gone wrong.
