The young men ahead jogged alongside, encouraged by the shouts of joy. The mountain fort doors slowly pulled open, and the shouts grew louder as we entered with the supplies. I scanned the faces of the ragged men, searching for the familiar, bright blue eyes. Nowhere to be found. The eyes I looked over were aged with forgotten hope or dulled with defeat. “Jared.” I stopped searching and returned eye to duty. I strode quickly to stand before the commander. “The captain here says your son is posted here?” “Yes sir.” “Ah. I had no idea such prowess ran in the family. Your son's known as a hero in this fort.” A lump formed in my throat. "Oh?" "The dragon had eyes for him," the captain explained. My stomach knotted but I stood tall. "Caught him scouting outside the fort. Bit his leg clear off. Thomas didn't go down without a fight and took his eye, however." He turned to chuckle with my commander. " A half-blind dragon will make for a little easier haul." So calloused. “Were you at least able to recover the rest of him?” My voice never sounded so harsh. “They were, Father, as I am here.” I turned anxiously at the familiar voice. The young man walked to me, leaning on a crutch with missing leg. Emotion overcame me and I threw my arms around him, holding him tightly. I held my head up to let the air dry my tears before anyone could see. “Father, I am anxious to return the favor,” he whispered as he patted my back. My son would save me from embarrassment. I nodded and pulled him away, placing my hand upon his shoulder. "Then," I announced, "let's find us a dragon." #musingsofawhimsicalmind #authorsofinstagram #amwritingfiction #amwritingfantasy #authorsofig #learningphotoshop #photomanipulation #photoshopfantasy #photoshop #photoshopartwork #fantasylandscape #bentsoldfort (at Bent's Old Fort National Historic Site) https://www.instagram.com/p/BzECoAgpjZj/?igshid=1sgr07mrsqmih








