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Started January 15, 2019 by @Knight-Shives group

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One day in the creepy woods of loren a dragon woke up.

It stretched out its massive wings, its jaws opening to release a yawn.

The ominous shadow it cast over the land scared all who saw it.

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Finally closing its mouth and gazing sleepily over its woods, it took off in flight.

As it soared above the dark woods, a familiar noise in the distance caught its attention.

The sound of another, another of its kind.

The beast paused, wary of this stranger, as the voice was not of any other dragon it knew.

For most dragons had migrated of had been executed.

The dragon remembered from a few months ago, when it had been flying over a nearby town, the people were building a giant horn in the shape of its head.

What if what they built could replicate the sounds of dragons, call dragons, call them to kill them.

He thought it may be best to travel in the opposite direction of the call.

The noise could just be beckoning him to his death.

The noise was coming from the direction the dragon had been heading towards, the West, so he flapped his mighty wings and turned to look East.

In the east were the mountains and the colder climates.

There was said to be a great treasure hidden deep in the mountains.

Treasure that some would kill for, and that some actually died from.

There had been many rumours about it, like if it an ancient being, a collection of gems, a sacred book, or if there was actually anything there at all.

Some believed it all to be fake, others dedicated their life to find it, all were never heard of after they left.

There was one entrance into the mountain with the treasure apparently being hidden in a long winding series of catacombs, and a young adventurer was standing at that entrance right now.

They wondered what would be down there, and if they should follow where it leads.

He was scared and excited for what lied ahead, he was to adventure into the unknown, into a place where those who went in were never seen again.

He had travelled for almost one whole month to get here and the only supplies he had were food, the clothes on his own back, and a map of the catacombs his grandmother had given him

He had not know from where she had gotten the map, he didn't even know it it was accurate, for if it was wouldn't everyone know about the map.

But it was too late to worry about that or go back now, so he took a deep breath and became the first person, in what must be a hundred years, to enter the catacombs.