Neil Marathe

Chapter one

There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. Occasionally , one or two came down from the Frontier Mountains to look for food, when things were scarce for them, but that happened twice a year at the very most. Even then most of them simply flew over Baro and went back to their nests. There hadn’t been a fatality for the last forty season cycles. And that too was a child no more than five autumns old, too stubborn, or young , or both, to heed the alarms of the Red nosed swifts, followed by the bell of Jinpa Dorji.