The Mark
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. That was how the Elders had always liked to begin the stories they’d told about the time before the dragons joined the Jai many centuries ago. And as Liam soared over the Valley, leaning carefully around his mount to stare at the sweeping expanse of grass, river and rock rich with frolicking dragons of every shape and colour, now basically turned into a dragon pasture where they bred and trained the creatures, it was indeed hard to believe it had ever been any different. It was certainly a welcome sight after the Darklands. Even his mount let out a rumbling snarl and beat her wings with new fervour, just as relieved as he was to be back in what actually looked like home.
