The Dragon’s Tale Begins

Atha bent and picked up a ruby. It was smooth and cold. She looked at the dragon, which was sinking slowly to the ground, it’s leathery sides heaving with it’s sobs. “Maybe,” she said, “you’d better tell me what’s going on here.”
“Ohhh-hoooo-hoooo,” the dragon snuffled a wet snuffle. “I suppose I could, but it’s a long story.”
Time doesn’t mean much to little girls, only to their parents who never feel they have enough of it, and always seem to be wasting what time they have. Atha could think of nothing better than to hear the dragon’s story, no matter how long. She said, “Fire away!”
The dragon, looking startled, said, “If you insist,” and opened it’s mouth. But Atha realized what she had said, and shouted, “NO! I meant, please tell me your story!”
The dragon closed it’s mouth, then it’s eyes. It lowered it’s great head. “My mother’s nest was here. It’s where I was hatched. It was so beautiful then, and I only wished to come back and see my birthplace.. But I found… this.”
Atha was puzzled. In her new and shattered memories, this place was just about the best place imaginable. Despite all the mess and the broken glass, Rose City was beautiful. “What’s wrong with this place?” she asked.
THE DRAGON ROARED

 

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Notes on the creation of this page:
The Yellow paper is from Tina Williams Fruit of the Spirit kit, and the blue starry paper is from Almost Morn from Liz/Sweet Digi Scraps. The cool frame is from Tina Williams; Yahoo Group freebie. I made the black mesh paper, it’s from my Super Glam breast cancer awareness kit. The gems are clip art and the dragon is poser graphics. Atha and the Rothenburg rooftop picture are mine.
Fonts are A picture and goudy medieval