Conner Crenshaw

A Home for the Ages

There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. They appeared when Rafi’s grandfather was just a boy, the reason still unknown even after all these years. A cool breeze wafted against Rafi as he crested the tallest hill surrounding the aptly named Dragon Valley. Morning sunshine filtered through the haze, casting long shadows in front of him. Birds flitted about, their songs blending to form a pleasant melody. Healthy, green trees lined the path he had traveled, the scent of pine strong in the breeze. In the decades since the Dragons arrived, this place had been off limits to most, only a select few Mages from every race allowed to enter. Even so, they could be killed on a dragon’s whim or from a poor choice; the latter was more likely.