Dragons vs Gods
“There weren’t always dragons in the valley,” Grandmother Gertie said. Sitting in a rocking chair next to the fireplace, as she re-braided her dark auburn hair. The years had painted white streaks throughout. She waited patiently for her grandchildren to settle down for their bedtime story. Despite being a grandmother, Gertie could easily pass for someone in their mid-30s. What gave away her age was her eyes; brilliant green eyes that had been passed down to her grandchildren. As proud as she was being a grandmother, using that title did not sit well with her. Armintha wiggled in her cushion and tucked a piece of her long, wavy brunette hair behind her ear. Strands sticking out everywhere from her ponytail after a hard day of playing and roughhousing with her twin brother, Luca. At twelve years old, they fought constantly.
