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The dragon emerged slowly from his long rest, nosing out of the borrow he had hidden in so long. Green grass and meadow surrounded him, replacing the village he had burned to the ground before digging his nest, its people a forgotten memory by all but him
… and the archeology team carefully laying out a string square grid to dig up the speculated trade town of Briganemeto, best translated as “the hill claimed as sanctuary by wood”. With small shovels and measuring sticks in hands, the students and professors stared at the legendary creature.
The year of the wood dragon had begun.
(words 103; first published 2/11/2024; created 11/18/2023)