A Nameless Place
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley.
In the earlier days, before man even thought that there were worlds beyond our massive blue sky, that used to be a message of hope. It was a phrase shouted as men went to war to remind them that they could go back to their families by the end of it all. It was a phrase whispered from parents to children, assuring their young ones who had been shaken awake from nightmares that their fears will go away. It was said among people at funerals with tears in their eyes as words of comfort. It was meant to mean that although things look grey at the moment, there was a time when they weren’t, and things could go back to that.