A Curious Tail
Jack rushed past a crowd of sluggish moving museum goers, rudely shoving some out of his way as he made it to the entrance of the exhibit hall. It was a momentous occasion for him, the exhibit he’d always dreamed of seeing as a kid finally arrived to his city. Only took them 20 years. All that mattered though was it was here now and he couldn’t dare waste a second, slowly inching about the many displays lining the museum halls. He spent what felt like an eternity soaking in the sights of each artifact and the history of each display’s texts. Jack was a sucker for medieval era fantasy, and these relics of the past were the closest known in existence to making those fantasies feel like reality. The theme of the exhibit was Descendants of the First Dragons . It focused on an old race of warrior kingdoms and their inhabitants who were claimed to be carriers of Dragon’s blood, able to tap into the power of so called Dragon Veins to directly change the terrain they laid claim to, as well a