Kyle McNally
Bio
Fairies and goblins and elves. Oh, my! These are the things I write about, and I care for little else.
Stories (1/0)
The Valley
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. In days now gone, when the Veiled Queen reigned from her Palace of Pearls, they could be seen riding on the wind far above, their gilded wings shining like a thousand motes of fire beneath the Sun. They ruled in the Mountains in those days, and we folk of the Valley lived in bright abundance in our simple, verdant little corner of the world. We would watch them with adoration and awe, knowing that so long as the dragons held governance in those heights, no evil could endure down here. Their power was sovereign and unassailable, and we rejoiced in the surety that it was there for us. I remember when I was a boy, we'd wave and shout to them sometimes. The young ones would, on happy occasion, swoop down and call back, laughing and proud and ever-teasing. They'd roll upon the air and dazzle us with their resplendent coats, glittering in every color and more. Then their mothers would holler down in stern voices, calling them home. We'd be sad, then, but only for awhile; for as long as our fathers gave our tithe to the Lairds in the Mountains, and the Lairds gave their tribute in turn, the dragons would always be up there.
By Kyle McNally2 years ago in Fiction