People of The Dragons: Last of the Kind pg. 2

        I had never seen anything like it: a town. I had of course heard of the amazing feats of building and construction done by other civilizations, but never had the privilege to be in one. My people had once had a magnificent city on top of a mountain, hidden by the protecting walls of the Valley Sun. Those were only stories though. Things I had heard, but never could truly picture in my mind. I imagined golden path ways and reflective silver buildings stretching past the clouds, all in a beautiful triangle formation. It would be peaceful and have an atmosphere of safety. The town of the Dwarfs quickly obstructed that fantasy.

People of the Dragons: The Last of the Kind Pg 1

           If there was a time of peace before all this death and hiding, I wouldn't know. Since a young child I had two options, hide or fight. It was all we could do to survive the hunters. I had heard stories though; stories of a time when things were calm and balanced. My people served as guardians in that time. Kingdoms from any land could hire us to protect them and aid them. It was how we made our living. We had no home, really, but didn't mind. Everyone was generous and hospitable to us. It was funny that kingdoms and peoples would fight against each other and yet my people could fight for either side. No one had any quarrels with us. Mostly because we were the strongest of the Magical Beings and we knew it.