Prologue
Thunder.
Thundering roars and Thundering stomps once filled the sky.
They replaced the silence.
Shadows.
Massive shadows covered the land in darkness.
They replaced the light.
Wind.
Wind that created dust, that created leafless trees.
They replaced the calmness of the land.
Ashes.
Ashes of trees and fields. Scorched and broken.
They replaced the clean land people live in.
Thunder was the best of all.
The time was a glad time for most people. It was a time of horror and imagination. The reason? The Thunder. The Shadows. The Winds. The Ashes.
The time allowed us to believe in the unbelievable. And imagine the unimaginative.
The reason. The reason has died. Or thats what people believed.
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The Dragon Tree
Fantasy"Claws so large they could smash a tree with a flick." For centuries people believed they were dead. They believed they had been smashed under the force of the lord's strength. Losing the will to believe in them we believed they died and believed...
