Years after

The last dragon’s death

one small and lonely acolyte

of the last wizard

finds her smoking burial ground

digs below the gravestone

and witnesses

the remaining traces

of the last dragon

losing shape and

reverting to essences

of glass and charcoal.

Given the choice of trying

to resurrect the race

or singing them into legend

he puts down the tools

of alchemy and takes up

the lute and the pen.

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