Isabelle Wilson

Valley of Dragons

There weren’t always dragons in the valley. Only Eve’s grandfather could remember a time before the mages climbed the black mountain and carved the Gate out of the stone at the peak. She’d grown up with his stories about how the sky glowed purple the night they opened the portal, and how the windows and doors in his house rattled with each thunderous roar. The beasts had spilled forth into the valley and settled in, driving the villagers out into the mountains. The mages hadn’t been seen since.