The crowd erupted with a roar of anger. The townsfolk of Stalworth had not written a single word in centuries.

Words were powerful. A sentence was an act of creation.Words could carve a prosperous city out of a mountain, evolve a monarch into a fair and just ruler, and coerce fields to grow. As an act of creation, writing was a religious act and reserved only for those who could honestly reproduce the commands of the gods. Therefore, writing was only taught to the chosen scribes of the gods.

Eventually, the technology of writing leaked into the hands of the populace. And just as easily as words were used to create, they were also used to destroy. Wars erupted. Famine struck. And then the dragons came.

It had taken them decades to destroy them. Unbeknownst to all, the writer of the dragons had linked them to the life force of Stalworth, and as the dragons perished, so did their town.

Writing had been forgotten. How would they revive dragons when they could not remember how to write a single word?