A dragon lived in the volcanic wastelands of the mountains beyond your village. Rarely was the roar of the beast heard, lucky you. Your people worshipped it as a god, sending animals and treasures as tribute. It was ridiculous

You sigh as you ride your horse towards the mountains that separated your village from the kingdom beyond. It was the only way through

The wasteland was caked in lava pools and geysers, the heat sweltering and ashes rising