Dragon's Breath Island
By Donna L Martin
Layla tightened her vest before tucking her sword in the double wrapped belt and scabbard tied at her side. All she needed were her boots and she would be ready. The villagers said she was crazy. No one had ever gone to Dragon's Breath Island and returned. Well, knights had returned but never alive. And now Layla thought she would be able to fight the dragon all on her own.
Quickly saddling her horse, Layla took the path through the forest leading down to the water. The loch was calm today, a good sign the gods favored her crossing. Her father had taught her to command a boat when she was knee high to a grasshopper and the oars felt at home in her hands as she rowed straight for Dragon's Breath Island.
The morning sun was just leaving the horizon when Layla saw the coastline. True to it's name, smoke curled around the cliffs at the water's edge and ended halfway up the mountainside looming above her. Dragon's breath. Layla almost expected to see flames shooting from the caves dotting the cliffs as she reached land and pulled her boat on shore. Saying a quick prayer for the gods' mercy, Layla slowly began to climb the path leading to the largest cave on the island and home to the dragon...
***Okay, it's your turn! What happens next? Why did the villagers allow her to go to the island at all? Will she encounter the dragon? Will she make it out alive? Put your creative cap on and add a sentence or add a paragraph. Continue my story or start one of your own. Join the fun and see where this picture prompt takes us!***