Jonathan Blair

PRIMÆVAL

There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. In the days before eons were known, when time was green and yet to bloom, all lands were one on the face of the earth. When tribes of men began to master wild-like things, and to forge, they came. Great wyverns, ravenous in all their forms, moved through the waters of the deep, and in the midst of the fog of the wood. Whether they were shadows sent up from the sea or out of realms beyond the stars, who could tell? Yet when skies grew dark and storms appeared, men woke from their dwellings in terror to find the primæval jaws before them – open.