Daniel Meredith Brakhage
Here There Be Dragons
HERE THERE BE DRAGONS by Daniel M. Brakhage “There weren’t always dragons in the valley,” the young prince said to his uncle the duke. His sapphire blue robe was trimmed in ermine while his tunic bore the royal arms of the third son of King Palantius III. His silvered mail was a fine mythril shirt of dwarven make; rare even among the nobility it spoke to the history of close relationship between the dwarves of the Granite Throne and the royal house of Aregentia. Duke Ædelwulf, wore a tunic that was similar in color and design to the prince’s, he was related, after all. A rider in a silvery-blue cloak approached upon a dappled grey gelding. He carried a long wooden staff with a large ruby gem. His companion followed closely. She wore a sky-blue cloak but her hood was down and her long, sandy blonde hair trailing behind her and blew gently in the winter breeze. She tossed her head back and drew in a long crisp breath but sat slightly apart.