love for Zajo and they acted on it. They stripped her of her power and banished her to the mountains our elders used to climb. The legends say that Zajo died on that mountain. And that the dragons screamed with rage and declared war on the people: The Thousand Year War. Zajo was the guardian of dragons and wild things. The night she died, the earth trembled with the anger of the beasts, the sun went behind dark clouds, and the oceans roared and pulled any man who went near it out to the endless abyss. No one remembers what Zajo protected,
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wielded, or what she was the goddess of. Any memory of her was long passed to the trees to whisper to each other and for the tides to tell to the sand. Now only rumors remain of the god who was loved by everyone. It is little known if the gods ever felt remorse for their deeds, but it was too late if they did. Her life passed on, and years have passed since. Now the tyranny is here and the gods have no love for humanity. When there were dragons, though, they did. Now the tyranny is here. And the gods no longer care.
