Once upon a little time ago, a few men found themselves in an American valley. Let’s make dragons. And so they did, gradually inviting other dragon makers from the UK and elsewhere. But they really didn’t have a plan beyond the dragons. Very soon a network of dragons was flying in and out of the valley – perpetually blind, burning everything within their range.
It wasn’t their choice, they were made that way. The unburnt began to discuss how they might slay the dragons, kind of forgetting the unusually good hearing abilities of the dragons.
Perhaps the dragons will break free of the valley and use the remains of their fire to grow knights or saints from the ashes.