Jenifer Majerus

The Shattered Sky

There weren’t always dragons in the valley. Just like the color green hadn’t always been forbidden, exploring the mountain sides wasn’t taboo, and questions weren’t punishable. The elders spoke of times before the shattering of the sky. In hushed tones they told of times when the skies were blue, the sun shone yellow, and the meadows of the valley were lush and green. A spring had babbled through the valley meadow bringing fresh mountain water to the sheep and people. They told of times the village was alive with noise and happiness; buzzing with idle chatter, laughter, and singing.