Misery
There weren't always dragons in the Valley.
A candle flickered, illuminating the dimly lit den.
"A hundred years ago, around BC utuv, there was a conflict between a wicked spirit, Komoru, who initiated a fight between nine mighty gods," they whispered. Snickering could be heard in the distance, and the wind made an ominous sound. " The fight lasted five years until the gods-" but another voice cut him off before he could finish. They screamed, "OH, SO IS THIS SUPPOSED TO TELL US TO BE HAPPY OR ELSE AN EVIL SPIRIT WILL RISE AND EAT US?" It was a male tiryra, a young tagarfi with a dark purple big mark on his left eye and a scarlet and blue fur coat. He also appeared to be active. " Hey! Novem, you talk so much! I really want to hear what Amluu was saying!" A female tiryra expressed herself. It was Novem's twin sister.
