Requiem for The Dragon
The sun was bright, highlighting the colorful autumn leaves. The day was cool, and a gentle breeze tossed Drake's long black hair. The mountaintop was bare and quiet. Down below, forests spread all around. In the distance were lakes and streams sparkling like fallen pieces of sky, or blue clouds in the vibrant ocean of autumnal leaves. Birds sang merrily and the sky was a crystal clear sapphire blue.
Somehow it all seemed dark to Drake's eye. The peak of Katahdin was bare. The birds sounded forlorn, and the breeze was bitter. The sky was grey and empty. The air was chilly and the trees were dying.
Drake remembered how he used to climb this mountain, the wind in his hair and the stone under his feet. The sun shone on him, and he could feel its warmth. Now, he only felt the cold.
Yes, the sunlight. He never knew how mu