The Dragon of Wistishire

I’m rewriting a story I wrote when I was twelve. Here’s the prologue.

This is a story I wrote when I was about twelve years old. That’s just an educated guess, I may have been younger. Suffice to say, it was really bad. Like, awful. Still, the story has always been close to my heart. Not because it was fantastic, or even decent, or explored some deep concepts of the heart.