Isobelle Smith

The Forest Grove

There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. There was a time before. There was a time when the ancient forest trees were the guardians of the people who worshipped them. There was a time when the solstice festivals were alive with music laughter and singing between the people and the trees, and the equinox was a time for creativity and the grove transformed into a thousand colours. There was a time when our people would celebrate and dance through the forest with no fear. The forest grove seemed to dance with us.