Flashie Friday/Saturday/Sunday Challenge contribution.
The river stretched for a thousand miles, into what used to be dragon territory. Nobody had seen one of the formidably beasts for a century but the land still bled fiery, orange fumes every nightfall. Some believed this was an omen of things to come, that someday the dragons would return, born from the ashes and blood of violence and war. Superstitious fools. Nobody knew exactly why the sky was that faded reddish in that part of the world. The only thing they knew was the land was silent. Life, it appears, had abandoned those forsaken grounds and had not returned, not even when the Druids tried to muster the energy of the land.