3000 years ago.
"Isn't it wonderful, how this land can protect our species and tribes" cleos added on, he was proud of how the tribes were one, no one fought or no deaths. As he looked, the fellow other founders were there. Seeing the views and views this land had, "Beautiful, look how these lands came together" Crystal added, the lands were divided by the elements, and named by The Founders. "A perfect land indeed!" Avalon added as he grew flowers, rising from the ground and blooming in the sun. "You know, this would be a perfect time to make a bow." Cleo insisted at the others. "Surely, who knows the threats that will come when we die" crystal said in a low tone, Avalon nodded. They begin to say there bows, promising the dragon court would protect the precious land they risked for, even if blood is spilt, or a war forces the tribes to work as one. They promise a prohecy. One that is powerful enough to stop. To stop something dangerous, The Voice.
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Dragon Tales |Book 1: The Voice|
FantasyThis story takes please in a land, bright as day. No harm could be done to anyone here, the dragons were protected from harms of reality. 3000 years ago, the founders made a promise and bow, 4 elements of fire would protect there tribe and others...
