The Exiled Dragon
Orion laid back in his seat, scratching his white stubble on his chin.
“I’ve never seen one, nor my father before me.” Annan walked to a nearby shelf, his fingers pawing at each book's spine. “Ah, here. I’ve read about them before. They have been deemed a fairy tale in a fairy tale world,” he chuckled to himself.
“That makes no sense,” Willa laughed. Annan’s fingers flipped through the pages.