As the breeze died, torn pages slipped sideways, before coming to settle among the gravel. Beyond the cave’s aperture lay an inky void that gently drew in the surrounding air.
Lorenzo dismounted and patted Midnight once behind her left ear, a tacit command to stay put. Upon approaching the entrance to the dragon’s lair, he noticed a pattern in the gravel not unlike footprints. But whose?
Bending to one knee, Lorenzo placed a hand inside one of the indentations, and let his gaze wander. There at the end, he saw a faint blue shimmer at ground level: a magical barrier.
Little Fiction 