Scions of Death
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. The times of children playing in the streets, and the safety of one’s home was dead. I wish I could say it was the talons and fangs of dragons that claimed this kill, but that would be a convenient lie. In hunting down these creatures, we had captured something inside ourselves, hidden within the darkest crevices of our souls. Monsters had always lived in the valley, dragons had just stirred them from their slumber.