Holly Shively

Dragon Vale

There weren’t always dragons in the Valley… Eleanor mused gazing from her window. Once known as Blue Valley for the hue the grass took from the sky above, now lay hundreds or thousands of dragons. Eleanor’s gray eyes could see great mounds of scaled flesh heaving in deep sleep. Far in the distance a battle for dominance seemed even matched. Fire plumed and screeching roars echoed off the mountainsides that cupped the Valley.