The Dragon Diaries
There weren’t always dragons in the valley, that’s what we say out at the edge of the world, where the desert sands meet a crystal blue sea. We are refugees, existing in a line of shacks on the shore with fabric awnings billowing in the wind. We tell everyone, there weren’t always dragons in the valley. People call us piteous in our attempt to cling to a human history which was wiped out by fire.
