Rebecca Fry

Dragon of the Second Son

There weren’t always dragons in the valley. The valley that was once so sweet and rich with life was beginning to show signs of decay. The trees and flowers stopped growing, the brook dried up two years ago. They were not at all vibrant in color like they used to be, there used to be so many shades of green. This was not just in the valley. A gentle roll of thunder was heard by a small boy who turned his head perplexed because he had never heard sounds like that from the sky at all. He knows birds and wind through the trees but not this…