A bridge spans the river which flows beyond our small vision and into the waiting sea. A bridge, carved from the bones of a fallen dragon; there is no toll to cross, but it is a terrible path, for the dragon’s thoughts still linger. On the shores beyond, you may find things from fairy tales and dreams, and maybe that one dream which men dream, of love. If you are bound to go, then I suggest you take that route and not another, for you must face the dragon when you come to the sea. It’s best to be prepared.
Facing the Dead Dragon
Tale Told 