Old Dragon Toes
Niamh floated upward toward the threshold. Was she sleeping still? Her lost dreams needed to be recovered before she could return to the mound, and she still hadn’t found the sacred spring. Thoughts of Bran in his cold, wet grave tormented her. She was sure she had heard his voice but again, was it in her dream or in the Raven’s cry? As she stepped into a familiar, yet very strange forest she caught a glimpse of Raven flying. She heard a terrifying voice call out ” you shall not pass!!” A huge, scaly claw menaced the only path.