THE LONG MARCH
Legend had it that dragons had always lived in the regions where we were now headed. The vampires had helpfully advised we take a book on ancient legends with us, that I read every night before sleeping, by firelight. In an empty clearing right at the end the woods we indeed found dragon bones. They were ancient remains poking through the ground, merely outlined.
The nature around us was strange and peculiar: I thought I was already used to moorlands and meadows, but I had never seen jagged leaves of such an intense blue, with tips of a brilliant, almost glowing green. At dusk I marvelled at them, yet the best time to capture their full beauty was early in the morning, at first light, when they let dew slowly drip to the ground in small gems. Such was this amazing place an
