The cherry trees caress the trucks that are coming home. The sun is setting slowly, and her orange-red rays dragging out the shadows of the trees, like gum on the hands of a laughing child on a dreamy summer evening.
Gronko, the fire golem, one of the three mythical creatures, that had created Raylas world once upon a time, disappeared behind the horizon. He had just brought a magical sun, that brought a line of sunflowers to life. Rayla had
Rayla watched Realdor the rainbow dragon disappear in the distance, leaving nothing but wet soil and colorful rainbows covering the country. She smiled. If this was a dream, she wanted to stay in it and never wake up. The sun
Rayla had only heard tales about the visits of Realdor, the rainbow dragon. I mean, every child that grew up in the last few hundred years had only heard old, foreign stories of long-gone times, when the rainbow dragon flew