Frank Heter

Words of the Wind

There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. The land wasn’t always plagued by fire and war. There were once beautiful, lush pastures divided by sturdy roads leading to shy villages and sprawling cities. To many, Jorvarth was once a peaceful paradise nestled between the Crying Cliffs and the Moaning Mountains. And yet, to many, Jorvarth was a melancholic memory. Each charred home, razed mill and torn town, served as a macabre reminder of all that was lost. To Klia, however, none of what once was before the dragons came to Valley made any difference to her.