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As recently as October, 2021, Alzheimer’s and Dementia stepped up their game and began working hard to take our mother away from us. A lot of people know and love my mother as someone with an infectious smile and a laugh larger than life. Most would remember playing hide-and-seek at the big house in Fort Wayne, or playing “Red Light/Green Light” in the yard at my grandmother’s house in Augusta, or her singing, laughing, playing pranks, etc., but one thing is certain, they’d definitely remember mom having to get the first and last hug and then waving good-bye until she couldn’t see their car any more. Those closest to mom understood her insatiable love of art and natural light.
The extreme temperature of my first memorable summer was unusually humid for our area of Indiana, driving the heat index up into almost the 100’s. There hadn’t been much rain that year and it showed. Mrs. Shultz from next door couldn’t keep her prize roses alive long enough to compete in the garden club’s annual floral competition but to her credit, most of the other gardeners in the area were experiencing worse issues than she was.
In the second grade you usually can't understand the importance of shapes in relation to their intended purpose… not right away, anyhow. I remember game day with significance now at this juncture in my life, and find myself inclined to act upon a habit that formed in childhood, shaping the outcome of my choices ever since.
"There weren't always dragons in the valley..." Baashur Dreadnaught read the teleprompter and stopped immediately. Just hearing himself read that out loud made him stop to think about the other dragons he left in the valley when he took this job 8 years ago.
Prologue: First Son of House Meisengrad There weren't always dragons in the Valley. From the fortunes of evil kings to the misfortune of their people, the shadowed foretelling of the dragon return has been spoken of in hushed voices deep within the hollow corners of this world, but none now live who have ever seen one… but for me.