Enchanted by tales of northern dragons’ beautiful singing, Ava ventured north to hear it for herself, wondering what inspires their songs.
She smiled at the sight of a mother dragon curled around her child, hoping to hear a lullaby. But both fell asleep without a sound.
She discovered a dying dragon, surrounded by sorrowful, scaly faces, and waited to hear a chorus of mourning dragons. Yet they grieved silently around the crackling funeral pyre.
Then the dragons roused, sensing Ava. As they swooped towards her with bloodthirsty gazes, they sang a haunting melody that paralyzed her—it was a hunting song.