Son of the Dragon

The village pays the lord in iron, and the iron comes from Radu's forge. Chains, mostly. The lord has promised to kill the dragon that lives above the valley, and a dragon, he says, needs chains.

Radu has never seen the beast. He has only seen the red eye that opens in the clouds every night while he works, and he has only ever dreamt of fire that does not burn him. When the lord's hunters come down the mountain with a scale the size of a shield, Radu holds it up to the light and finds the same mark that has been burned into his shoulder since the night someone left him at the village gate.

He goes up. Not to kill, and not to be forgiven, but to ask the one question nobody in the valley will answer: why has the dragon never once come down?

Shot almost entirely in red and black, with generative imagery built around a single human performance, Son of the Dragon is a fable about inheritance told from the wrong side of the myth.