Don’t throw stones down the dragonpit. Every child in Henroth knew the old warning, but Barthwin didn’t care. Why should he? For every child in Henroth also knew that there were no dragons. He hucked another stone. It arced, pausing for one brief moment to cut a gray hole into a white sky, and then plummeted down into the darkening chasm below. Barthwin listened to it plink against the rocks as it cascaded downward, the echoes growing fainter and fainter as they were devoured by the depths of the dragonpit.
From Atop the Dragonpit
From Atop the Dragonpit
From Atop the Dragonpit
Don’t throw stones down the dragonpit. Every child in Henroth knew the old warning, but Barthwin didn’t care. Why should he? For every child in Henroth also knew that there were no dragons. He hucked another stone. It arced, pausing for one brief moment to cut a gray hole into a white sky, and then plummeted down into the darkening chasm below. Barthwin listened to it plink against the rocks as it cascaded downward, the echoes growing fainter and fainter as they were devoured by the depths of the dragonpit.