Rosco Brain

Black-Stone

Chapter 1: The Dragons Return. “THERE WEREN’T ALWAYS Dragons in The Valley.” I remember my Grandfather saying to me when I was a boy. When I was a boy, like most families in The Valley, we had a family-dragon; ours was called Erin. Like all the children of The Valley, my sister Maria and I attended The Mountain School, which was nestled in the foothills of The Great mountain range. It was very grand and looked much like an old castle, with turrets and large wooden doors. Erin used to fly Maria and me to school in the morning, and collect us after the bell rang in the afternoon.