The dragon's harp by @steefje (Stephanie Reeuwijk)

She lay in a shivering pile on the ground while the storm built up for the real onslaught. Large snowflakes melt and slowly ran down her pale white cheeks. On an impulse she let her fingers trail down to the harp that lay by her side, almost completely covered by snow. As she gently touched the strings the silvery harp released all its passion in one last wail of dying despair. An earth-shaking roar cut through the storm and shook her wide awake. As she opened her eyes she couldn’t help but blink. Surely she must be hallucinating. Where the ground had been bare a runestone now loomed, towering high right before her eyes! With a gasp she fell back as the stone began to crumble. Huge chunks of stone tore themselves free and fell to the ground to give way to what ever hid inside. Then it was done. The thunder ceased and where once the monumental runestone had stood a giant of a being rested in its place. It was a creature of blood, flesh and bone! With ice blue scales and huge leathery wings that folded themselves around her. Then a rumbling voice sang in her mind. "No, little one, you will not die tonight!" With a shudder, filled both with terror and joy, she quietly wept to the steady beat of the dragon’s heart.

Artwork © Copyright 2003 Stephanie Reeuwijk