Great things are done when men and mountains meet.

–William Blake, Great Things Are Done

Empty Mountains

I remember when the mountains were louder. Full of thunder and ice, growls and laughter. Now they are quiet. Most of the dragons have gone to the cities.

I don’t blame them. It’s where the food is.

I think it’s killing them, though. They are used to mighty prey. Now they hunt children. Powerful children. Worthy dragon prey. Can’t fault them there. But they’re still maturing. They’re already dangerous. One of these days, these children could tear the Earth in half in a tantrum.

If that happens, the humans will be caught in the middle.

I wonder if I could prevent that from happening? If I’m really worthy of Her, I can do it. Or at least help.

I just wish I knew how.

Better start thinking of a plan.

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