Dragons, legendary creatures, born not from the hands of Witches, but created by Earthbread itself.
Fearless, cruel creatures, often disguised as cookies, wishing nothing more than to cause discord, all for the sake of their entertainment.
Yearly, the attacks to kingdoms and, principally, the Dragon City, seem to never cease, be it winter or summer, the Dragon's Valley is always fulming hot and bursting with power and imponence.
This year, however, a particularly cold winter dropped by, taming down the volcanoes and a tad bit of the heat incoming from the ground, due to the snow.
The cookies were expecting more attacks, more war, more crumbles... but nothing came.
Eerily and suddenly, the dragons settled down. To roaring, no brawls, not a single figure of majestic wings howling up to the sun was seen middle the snowstorms.
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It was... a relief. A relief once they realized something had happened that tamed them down, it had been a month in and nothing had came around to set their villagers on fire.
But why?
A few dragon hunters were worried, the reptiles only dimmed down if something really big happened, or if they were plotting something bigger.
By unanimous decision, a group with their best explorers, adventures, hunters and healers was sent to the valley to investigate the cause of the calmness.
Well, the place was frozen.
And, you would ask me, why would that matter?
I answer you.
Cold blood.
Reptiles, dragons and wyverns, are cold bloded, to an extent, they need a minimum amount of heat to work at normal strength.
And the valley wasn't providing them that heat anymore, it was like a frozen bonfire. Volcanoes tamed, the ground was walkable, the heat wasn't one to melt icings.
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The state was quick to turn to one of calamity, a true distopia of that place once was.
The animals didn't take long to extinguish, which meant no food. Dragons and wyverns weren't creatures to be fulfilled by mere berries or nuts.
The first ones to be attacked on the row were the wyverns. The cookies who had a few of them as pets came in flocks, desperately trying to save their possessions.
That all to get eaten by starved dragons who were just lurking and waiting for the right chance. Few were the ones who manages to escape.
Next up on the list were, well... dragons! The hunt started, it wasn't unusual to see a dragon consuming dragon meat. But never to hunt for it!
It was scary to roam around, the strongest got the best preys and the weaker tried to balance themselves on the leftovers until winter was over.
Few lucky maidens had their mates to return with food for them, either because they were taking care of the eggs or simply because of care.
It was their own little personal heaven.
A reality that couldn't be sustained by all.
The Dragon's Valley had turned into a true thunderdome, a warzone with no preview of end all too soon.