The Tapestry by Paul Wigmore

a fox hidden in one of the bushes near the dragon which lay on the ground and it was watching the rabbits play waiting for his chance to strike. Not one of the animals seemed to have noticed the gargantuan dragons that had settled before them. Or if they had noticed them, they certainly didn't seem to be bothered in any way, as if they also knew that the dragons were benevolent creatures.
        In one of the fields beyond the line of trees there was a farmer in what appeared to be a ploughing machine or tractor of some sort, and she could actually hear him whistling his happy tune a s he went about his work without a care in the world it seemed. (It didn't slip her mind that she shouldn’t have been able to hear anything from this far away, as he was about half a mile in the distance) . She also noticed that to her left was one of those windy country roads that she always thought were a nightmare to drive down at night as there was no street lighting and you could only rely on your own headlights to light your way. Driving down those roads at night always made her nervous, especially when there was some idiot behind wanting her to speed up just because they had no fear for their own lives.
        A little further down the road to the left she could see an old country pub with a few benches outside and what looked like a car park to the other side of it. There was quite a large beer garden to the back, but what struck Clara most was the symbol or shape that was on the wall facing her. Usually an old English country pub would be called something like “The Red Dragon” which would have been more apt actually or “The Nags Head” or something similar but this had a very strange name according to the symbol and Clara couldn’t work out why in her dreamlike state but she felt this was important.
        The dragon spoke again as she was pondering the name of the pub,
        ‘You have a beautiful land Clara which is now in great peril’. The ball of light under its chin was glowing ever more radiantly as it spoke. Clara felt almost hypnotised as she watched the writhing mass inside the ball, the warmth from the sun was also making her feel a little drowsy and that sweet lavender smell was even more intoxicating the longer it lingered. She wanted her feet on the ground though. It was very dizzying to be up there high above the trees and before the words left her mouth the dragons had responded, this time they spoke as one voice, or had they always been speaking in one voice? Maybe she was still fine tuning her signal?
        ‘Yes Clara, Keeper of the Tapestry, Guardian of the dragon fire, we will release you to the soil but first you must see what will become of your world should you fail to become yourself.’
        As Clara was trying to determine what becoming herself meant she felt the warmth from the sun replaced with a coldness that permeated her very bones as if the sun had suddenly been blocked out. The daylight had turned into sudden night. She could barely see but she could hear howls and terrifying screams from across the fields. There were no longer little rabbits and foxes beneath her but there was some sort of animal down there. She could tell that by the snarling and the grunting. Clara knew these were the sounds of the beasts from the astral plane. The beasts that were in limbo just searching for prey.
       As she looked around and her eyes became more adjusted to the sudden lack of daylight she could make out that the trees no longer had leaves. They were just withered silhouettes of their former selves against the sky. She saw the little man in the tractor, only he was no longer in the tractor. There was some sort of beast driving the machine.
        It had the head of a dog and the body of a monkey and it was jumping up and down excitedly in the seat as it chased the farmer. The chase didn't last very long before the farmer was cut down with his own tractor driven by dog monkey .