The Son of the Mountain
The amber leaves covered the forest in a canvas of warm colors.
An old dragon clambered through the dense trees. Emerald-green scales stretched across his form like a collection of jewels. His talons, each sharpened over the years, sank into the mud below. A row of triangle, honed spikes ran from the base of the dragon’s head to the end of his tail. Above sullen, blue eyes, two horns raised from his head.
