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“That’s where they are you know? People say they’re myth, but so many stories talk about them ascending, evolving. If we ever make it to living among the stars, I’m sure we’ll rediscover dragons.” She paused a moment; they stared at the stars above them, “Do you reckon that the moon could technically be made of cheese?”

It was the last Friday that Ivona would be with them and Owain was trying to make it the best Friday she had ever known. They’d spent the last week meeting up with all of Ivona’s friends families, and she’d spent the last night having a sleepover with her best friend, Milly, she was also being evacuated. All kids under the age of eighteen were being sent away this time, and several men in the town had been called up, at least one per family, not the McCrawleys though. Not yet

Larry’s funeral had been last week, and Owain was still wearing black. He had loved him as a brother, and was mourning him as one now.

Clik was sitting at the back of the caravan, armoured legs dangling off the edge, as it trundled over the dusty ground. Her brows were furrowed, and a frown replaced the almost constant grin that graced her features.