Nina Bennett

The Riders of Dust and Ash

There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. They used to be stories, myths told down through generations. Dragons felt like a collective thought, completely unreal, but fun to imagine. And that was the way things were, until the Eruption. The way my grandfather tells it, every single volcano exploded in ash and fire. Through the smoke, dragons came crawling out of the pits like ants. Thousands of dragons took to the skies that fateful day and began destroying everything in their wake.