Creatures

There weren't always dragons in the Valley. We weren't always terrified to simply live but, one frozen winter night amid the blizzards the tribes elders saw a light. A distant beam that pierced the night sky like the great sun after a long night of celebration, The village elders called out to us from the edge of the village beckoning us to join in watching of this so proclaimed miracle. But a miracle it was not it really was more of a calamity. Soon after the elders had stopped screaming the entire village had gathered at the towns edge shocked in awe, simply mesmerized by the beams glory.

Unfortunately their trance was there downfall their need to simply believe in a deity to bring them hope was what scorched them from this earth. As we stood there the blizzard seemed to stop it had suddenly gotten warm outside, as if spring had just decided it was time to arise from her resting spot, as the beam grew closer we realized the air around us was consumed by smoke, the air dense and people panicking this god chose its time to strike fierce, fast and hot its breath melting anything that chooses to get near. With no options left the few of us who were fast enough or smart enough managed to make it to the towns mines before getting melted like a wax doll the horror simply inconceivable.

We barricaded the entrance and tried to make ourselves as cozy as we could, we don't know how long we were down there but what I do know is that for what felt like days we sat there hot cramped terrified listening to our comrades screams listening to that beast roar and screech simply unbothered by the pain it had caused. How many moons had gone by before we could step out of the mines I'm unsure, but what I do know is that we had two special additions to the tribe while we where trapped in there well what was left of it at least.

After long hours of deliberation and trying to figure out how to clear the rubble from the mines entrance we had managed to craft some kind of contraption capable of moving large amounts of stone at one time simply made from old mine carts, drills and oil lamps. We have yet to come up with a name for this contraption but we may never use it again being as that its discovery came from one of our worst tragedies to date. This contraption that we made had managed to make clearing out the rubble a rather short job, when we finally broke daylight and saw the outside world we didn't know weather to be elated or absolutely mortified.

Our once prosperous land had been burnt to ashes nothing but skeletons of the building that were once there and even worse inside those yet more skeletons clinging to each other even though there faces had been charred off you could still see the expressions of horror in people faces men, women and children rich, poor it didn't matter all were made equal in the path of this vengeful god this creature, where it came from we don't know and where it went is an even bigger mystery. But what we are more than confident about is that the last of us will wander look for other tribes other survivors if there's any left rebuild, repair and repay this pain back to beast who had once so happily strewn it upon us. Be assured that this is not the end no my friend this is just the begging!!