W. Lawrence
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A Dalliance of Dragons
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. Legends speak of a time when the crumbling ruins held not the nests of giant serpents, but instead housed families and trades and even rooms bursting of oltek. These edifices stood as monuments to humanity’s dominion over the very skies that we could build stone and metal a hundred mitres straight up. Majiks drawn from the earth lit torches that chased away the very night and carried the summer into winter, and every person bathed in the luxury of calm. They even built fires so hot they could burn through the finest crafted armors of our smithies. They certainly were not forced to mudcoat their skin to hide their scent, nor hide their villages in the cliffs and high hills. The weapons of humanity past would have sliced a dragon in two with a passing thought, and their forage into the lowlands would have been a casual walk instead of a lottery.
By W. Lawrence2 years ago in Fiction