Between the three mountains,
beneath the moons two.
A land of fire and water,
forged from churning blue.
The crooning trees called them,
down from hallowed skies.
Their wings like beaten iron,
their solemn, blazing eyes.
The winged beings were welcomed,
they thought they were the last.
But here they were mistaken,
and thus, the die was cast.
Another race did follow,
from another world.
Through slits and cracks and crevices,
their numbers unfurled.
So many were the humans,
their passage did sever.
A hesitant peace was forged,
but it wouldn't last forever.
Over the years, the humans thrived,
under the dragon's shield.
But glints of greed claimed their eyes,
their avarice revealed.
There stood mighty Elivan,
crowned by mountains tall.
Here, the humans drew their blades,
through fire and ash and squall.
The kingdom of the winged beings was far from easy plunder.
As soon the humans were to learn,
their armies cast asunder.
For every life cut down by hate,
for all they'd left to burn.
The humans were cast out,
banished, never to return.
The families left were shunned and scorned,
through no fault of their own.
They shared their lands with many beings,
but always felt alone.
As for those greedy few,
who'd tried to wage a war.
The Harrow mountains were their prize,
to dwell forevermore.
And so, as this tale begins,
with cooks and dragon kings.
We leave behind a tainted past,
of death and darker things.
But as we turn to forests green,
and a boy named Tren.
Keep in mind the sudden coming,
of the Harrowmen.
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The Dragon Princess and the Cook
FantasyFollow the adventures of Tren Aravel, a lowly human cook who, after a fateful encounter deep in the forest of Orslock, attracts the attention of the dragon king's eldest daughter. My very first book! This is mainly just a means to practice my writi...
