The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. Outside, the moon was illuminated in a white glow, offering solace to those that roamed at this time of night. But inside the cabin, The Collector separated the freshly carved individual rib bones into sizes; smallest to largest. Clinging to the bone, muscle dripped thick red droplets into the weathered floorboards as the cartilage glistened with a plastic shine. He shifted between carcasses; placing the samples he had removed on the table to examine the purity of the extractions.
The Elvor Tales
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. The golden, magnificent creatures were respected in the peaceful realm of Elvor. They kept to themselves and did not threaten the civilians who wandered into their territory, unless they posed a threat. Then, their intense fire would wreak havoc on those who disturbed their land.