Kytras

You tell me that you know the tale of the dragon and his hoard, you’ve read his story, who seeking glory, ended his life gored. It's nothing but a fantasy, you tell me with a sneer, a children’s myth to read at night to excite a little fear. Such things have no base in life, they’ll never come to pass, well, since you believe this true, look out your window glass. A little pace beyond the pane an edifice does loom, a monolith to pierce the sky and shadow all in gloom. a stranglehold on trade and wealth, a monopolising tyrant, you need not look beyond its walls for your mythical giant. My dragon may hoard hi

She wandered the shadows of the streets day and night, face hidden and a frayed basket in her hands. A beggar. Shunned, she became like a bit of dust in the breeze, lost among the many faceless passerby. But she would not be deterred. Her task was one worthy of determination, it was too important to be left to chance. For she was not trying to get, but to give. The beggar bore the basket before her as if it were made of spun glass and it was only her sheer will power holding it together. She offered it up to any gentlemanly face that came her way. “Please sir, will you take this gift?” But those few that did not pass by her wo