The Search for the Red Dragon
Prologue
It was not the soothing notes of a lullaby that lured the children from their beds, but it was a song nonetheless. Their parents never heard it, for the tune had not been intended for them.
It was a song played for children; and when they heard it, the children came.
Half-asleep and barefoot, still in their nightshirts, the children climbed from their beds and through windows that had been opened, unknowingly, to let in the cool breezes of evening.
They walked, entranced, down winding lanes that converged into a single path that none of them had ever seen before, but that had always been there.
It had many names, for it was only ever walked by children, and children have a fondness for naming things. But each child, as they passed, knew it for what it truly was -- the Road to Paradise. They knew this, because the song they heard told them so.
The notes of the music seemed to emanate from all around them, played everywhere and nowhere all at once, and the music maker, when they glimpsed him in the twilight air, seemed to change shape in time with the music.
His flickering, ghostlike form was som ... read full excerpt from: Chronicles of the Imaginarium Geographic: Search for the Red Dragon ebook
