Dragon Slayers
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. Dragons come and dragons go, people liked to say, and from time to time one would wander across the Mountains. It would pass above the peaks and hill ranges that surrounded the Valley’s nine kingdoms, fly above the lands stretching in green, above the dark woods and the sparkling waters of the rivers, and let its shadow linger like a tail on the ground. It would fly and soar through the blue skies, flapping its wings while the trees below swayed and rustled, the only sound in the world suddenly still, and then it would crash, shot down by the things it could not see.