The Dragons of the Valley
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. At least that’s what the Elder Dragon said. Our people once roamed across the lands here, but the mortals pushed us into the Valley and trapped us here. They feared us, and rightfully so. We dragons are great beasts of element and power. We can harness the forces of nature and use them to our will. Of course, we are gentle creatures unless provoked, but the humans don’t know that. They see something larger than them and they attack out of fear. Dragons don’t hurt humans, we really don’t like hurting anything at all, but humans create these stories. They say we hoard gold and breathe fire, which some do, and that we are violent creatures with no regard for other life. The humans are describing themselves more than they are us. Dragons are vegetarians, so we eat grass and leaves. Humans think we are destructive cause we pull up trees and eat the leaves. We replant the seeds though, and we never pick a tree with a bird or squirrel nest in it. It’s been harder for us dragons to find food, because the humans forced us into the Valley and sealed it off, limiting our food supply. There used to be hundreds of thousands of dragons and now it’s a thousand, if that. I was born and raised in this Valley. My name is impossible for mortals to pronounce so I am called Sheka. I am the largest dragon in the Valley, which is bad because I have a big appetite and we have a small food supply. I try to eat small amounts, I really do, but it’s so hard, because I’m so hungry all the time. Dragons have been born small for a reason, and I’m just an outcast. My family told me to live near the Valley entrance, to protect us all, and to protect the food supply. One day, as I’m laying in my cave, dozing off from boredom, I hear a crack.
The First Dragon Rider
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. At least that's what the stories say. The stories tell us of a world now lost to time, where magic roamed free and great beasts had the ability to cross time and space, and step through rifts into other worlds. Kings hunted them, desperate to have that ability. Their greedy hearts wanted to rule dimensions, not just their own kingdoms, won by bloodshed or birthright. That was a millennia ago. Those days are long gone. Magic has long since left our world, and sealed us from the World-Walkers, leaving the dragons behind. No one has ever dared venture into the Valley, and those who were stupid enough to try, never returned. Until me. I am Nova Amara, and I am the first Dragon Rider in centuries. It's probably wise to start that the beginning, so here is my story.