“A long, long time ago,” Old Mr. Chen always began his stories this way, his voice drifting through the night. “A great dragon lived on this land. Its scales were harder than bluestone, and every one was etched with ancient runes recording the secrets of the world’s creation. Its eyes shone brighter than the brightest stars in the night sky, able to pierce the mists of time and foresee the changes to come. When it spread its wings, they could cover the entire sky, and the shadow they cast could instantly turn a scorching summer day cool and pleasant.”
The old man’s voice faded, and the dragon’s figure appeared before their eyes.
Chen Moxuan gazed at it in wonder, his eyes sparkling with light.
