Hugo Featherswift

The Absence of Silence

There weren't always dragons in the valley. It used to be peaceful. Oh, how Kieran missed those days. He used to take walks in the thick fog on particularly cold mornings. He would find a decent rock to sit on and just listen to the air. He used to be able to smell the dew, to sense the slow rhythmic breathing of every tree. He could feel every passing wisp of mist that came his way.