There's a saying that an ancient tree never forgets. But as I grow older, I've noticed that they sometimes do. So I decided to put it all out here:

Brief Fantasy Tales From a Tribe's Past

Gruno, once a thriving kingdom. The kingdom had been united, a vast and powerful land. But fate had other plans as devastating earthquakes ripped through the land, tearing it apart into jagged fragments.

The Dragon's Breath

Eggcitement stirred the hearts of men, as they sought the egg, again and again. In quest for glory, they ventured forth, in search of the treasure from the ancient north.

What power stirred from within, begged for release? And what would it cost to unleash it's force? The men faced a pivotal choice, a decision in the road ahead. To heed the call or to quiet the voice, to stand steadfast or to make a choice.

The allure of the egg's golden glow beckoned, and the promise of its power was tantalizingly close. But when they entered the dragon's lair, not every men was ready to claim their egg within the dragon's domain.

Some tried to resist its seductive pull for a long time, to shield their kin from any harm. They believed it required strength to conquer the temptations of the egg's allure, to resist the siren song of power.

They prioritized the safety and well-being of those they held dear, to protect what truly mattered most. Every decision, every step, carried weight.

Yet, within the heat of the dragon's breath, they found the strength to conquer death.