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There weren't always Dragons in the valley. But there were always monsters. Shae crouched low as a screech overhead decimated the peaceful birdsong of the late afternoon. Almost deafening, the large firebreather scanned the ground below searching for the small human who had angered him so, flying close enough to the ground to enflame the grasses in several places along the plain.
By Megan2 years ago in Fiction