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Chapter 2 There are three little known facts about dragons. The first is that they are real. Most people believe they’re a superstition or, worse, a fantasy. But they’re real and they’re dangerous. Some of the least known stories about dragons are accounts of entire villages, mountainsides, camps, or even castles being utterly destroyed by their tails or their fire. One adult dragon can wipe out hundreds of humans in about five minutes, given the right conditions. Mostly they abandon the scene and whilst the story of the destruction and deaths is well known, history records a mysterious fire or landslide, or some other natural disaster. There are no survivors to set the record straight, no one to give the true account. And even if there were, who would believe them? After all, everyone knows dragons don’t really exist.
The Fire Tale Saga
The Valley, Present day There weren’t always dragons in the valley. There never should have been. It had been a green valley, with thousands of varieties of flowers in every colour imaginable. Trees, some 100 metres high and over 200 years old, making shade and housing hundreds of varieties of birds. At night the hum of cicadas was deafening, competing with but never quite drowning out the huge waterfall at the other end. The spray extended at least 50 metres, and had supported an extensive rocky outcrop of lichen, moss, and mushrooms. The water fell from a large river into a deep lake with a thriving ecosystem of fish. Thanks to the snails and schools of tiny moss-eating fish, it was always crystal clear all the way to its floor, which in some places was close to ten metres. It was clean, cold water, but never froze. The valley seemed to have a climate of its own – warm but breezy in the summer, and cool but never actually cold in the winter.