A dragon’s heart is a very coveted possession. It has the power to heal, to destroy, and, most of all:
That’s what dragons do.
Most of them went extinct. There used to be thousands of them. My grandpa told me you could hardly look up without spotting one. They were as numerous as birds.
But then, the secret of a dragon’s heart was discovered.
And then, as with all things humanity covets, they were cut down from the skies. Fires were no longer breathed into existence. However, humanity still used the hearts for fires.
We nearly destroyed ourselves.
For now, it has been deemed illegal to hunt dragons. Though, frankly, the law is seemingly pointless.
There are no more dragons.
At least, that’s what I had previously thought.
But that night, I saw wings in the sky. Bright blue. A stark contrast the the dark above, and the speckles of light. There was no moon out, so I supposed it could have been the shadows playing tricks on my eyes.
It was doubtful though.
The shadow of light blue moved to the mountain. I watched as the shadow descended on the mountain.
And I marked the spot in my mind.
Here I am, not even a day later, and I’m climbing that mountain. Determined to find that dragon. Not because I want to take his heart. No, I’m not that selfish. Nor am I that arrogant. I don’t want to take his heart.
I just want to see it. Continue reading “Heart of the Dragon”