There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. There weren’t any elves, either. But as she stood face-to-face with a sapphire-blue beast and its pointy-eared caretaker, Atlas learned the depth of the kingdom’s ignorance. The dragon’s dark scales glowed with a captivating iridescence in the early morning sunlight. She thought that it was a delicate, beautiful sight. A far cry from the winged killer beneath.
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Today was the ten-year anniversary of my grandmother’s death. I was 14 at the time, and 14-year-old me didn’t really have any understanding of death or grieving a loved one. So for a few years, it was just really sad. And as much as I despise myself for this, with each passing year I started to forget the anniversary altogether.