The Lost Fur
Chapter One

There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. The world had changed so, much. It had become cold and grey from the rebirth according to the legend. It was beautiful at first, but after they lost their fur they became cold and mean living by fire. They were our friends helping by the air and on land. Out of nowhere the strong flew into the volcanic magma and came out hard, scaly, fire breathing creation. We had lost all hope we had to build the machines to fight back. The creations that could survive the battle. One for each tribe as a protector of the people in remembrance of the old way. The tribes were us the nine that survived. The nine that still lived today. We all lasted after the ritual they preformed. We had to scavenge for food intel strong enough to hunt and build shelter. The valley we were in so, peaceful. Our people had grown strong in the eyes of God above. The one above took mercy upon him and blessed them with dragons. To help them build the land from the sky and make easy lifting the heavy stones for the temple. The temple built strong and mighty designed at first for the sea serpents but, blessed for the dragons above. The sea serpents battled the sky dragons in all there power. the Shaman tribe had got to witness these battles trying to heal them. The damage they had done to the land living the way they do. My son and I lasted living around helping the tribe in anyway we could. Doing our work in the field were we belonged. Lasting the cold nights, living out the long heat. The reason being trying to heal the very hardness that became them. The ice cold scale as so…