R.S. Belcher

An Anthem of Wings

There weren't always dragons in the valley. It wasn't their home, but they had been driven from so many places, so many other homes, the valley was all they had left. Dex knew the stories by heart. His Granddad had told them to him since the age he could walk, and when Granddad passed beyond, Granny had told them to him on the nights he was restless and couldn't settle to sleep. He remembered them both telling him the stories as he stood before his Granny's freshly dug grave.