To the disobedient boy, Ghost Valley didn’t seem scary. It was just a place. Overhead, something zoomed by. A dark shadow of something he couldn’t catch a glimpse of. The menace of it, he could feel.
A tree next to him was suddenly on fire.
He took a few steps further ahead.
“Don’t you wanna stay here a little while?
We could make forever feel this way
Don’t you wanna stay?”
The boy wandered towards the music.
“When you’re up this high, it’s a sad goodbye.”
There was a house in front of him. When he gallantly opened the door, a girl was sitting inside, playing the lute and singing. Nothing dangerous.
“Hello,” she greeted. “Merry meet.”
He stood, dumbfounded.
On a mountain not too far away, he heard a thump. He turned around. Something had landed on top of a mountain.
The girl, still holding her lute against her chest, walked towards him. “That dragon can be quite menacing,” she said with a smile. “I’m Mary. Would you like a cup of tea?”