The Army of Dragons
There weren’t always Dragons in the Valley. The Valley used to be a place of peace. A place of prosperity, vibrant colors, exotic creatures and above all love. The families worked together to till the land and protect that in which was given to them. It was a perfect piece of heaven. A place where compassion grew and grace was given. Divided into four kingdoms, that represented each element: water, earth, fire and air. There was one who reigned on high, over all the kingdoms, King Elyon. In the days of old, King Elyon walked amongst his people and told stories to their children as they all sat along the river bend. It was a time that Father remembered vividly, a twinkle would come into his eyes just before he would smile. Mother would sit at his side as he told us about King Elyon and the Battle of the Dragons. Sharing every detail of how he and mother had met and how they moved out of the place of chaos and darkness that the Dragons had brought to the Valley. It was a story that my brothers, sister and I could not ever hear enough. Father loved to share the many stories of King Elyon, Mother and how each of us came to be. Our favorite story, however, was the one about King Elyon and the Battle of the Dragons.
