THE ISLAND OF MANY COLORS
LEET WAS THE daughter of fishing folk, and their home was Isocol, which in their language meant Island of Many Colors.
On the island was a volcano. Unlike other volcanoes, this one did not toss ash into the sky nor spill hot magma over the land. The volcano never did this, because the Great Dragon lived there.
When nights were clear, and moonlight fell softly on the waves, you could see puffs of indigo violet, ruby, and emerald flow from the volcano across the sky and fade toward the dancing stars. When night after night was full of color, the people of the island knew that the dragon was happy, and they and their families were safe indeed.
But the dragon was old. She had lived in the volcano long before Leet’s great-great-great-grandmother was born, and even before that. She would not be able to protect her island much longer.
So the dragon sent forth her children one night, and they floated as seeds on the air. Some fell in the ocean and were no more. Others were snapped up
