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posted on Jan, 15 2015 @ 12:43 AM
Curly blond hair spilled over his small shoulders, intense blue eyes were wide with anticipation.
"Tell us another story Old Pa! One about the dragons!"
Some of the older children laughed. They knew that ten year old Sky believed that dragons still existed. It's all he ever spoke of really, finding
himself a dragon one day and proving to all the others that they were real. They laughed and they made fun of him.
The weathered face of the wise old man brightened with a smile. Slowly he rose with the aid of a twisted but sturdy walking stick. His long gray hair
blew in the Autumn wind. He so loved the children of the village and the time he spent with them out in nature and teaching them about the flora and
fauna of the land. He especially enjoyed the story telling hour beneath the ancient trees.
"I fear our hour is up for today."
It had been a long time, but Sky remembered that day with the other children and the old man he grew to love so much. He remembered too how the other
children laughed at him for believing in dragons and always made him cry, they always did. He held up the glowing blue egg to the sunlight. There was
movement and a crackling sound. Gently he placed the egg down in the soft grass and held his breath. The little life inside struggled for some time to
free itself and finally it came tumbling out. Sky heard a thunderous roar and flapping of huge leathery wings. He shielded his eyes from the bright
sunlight and saw the huge creature circling above. Quickly he picked up the baby dragon and ran through the thick forest.
"I will take care of you little one. I won't let you grow up to be fierce and mean and unfair to man like all the others."
He almost jumped out of his skin when he heard a commanding voice.
"It was man that was fierce and unfair with his relentless quest to almost kill off our kind because we would not bend to his will. Give me the
hatchling!"
The young man was shocked and tried to remain calm.
"Why haven't you killed me with your breath of fire, teeth or claws? You could easily take the hatchling from me."
The huge beast stepped forward.
"I will not kill that which is not trying to kill me, unless he is my meal and I have already eaten. Your ancestors were wrong in their re-telling of
the old stories. Once, long ago, we lived a peaceful life until mankind discovered and feared us because of our size and fire breathing abilities.
Foolish beings choosing violence over peace."
Sky was in awe. He was standing beside and conversing with a dragon a real live dragon and he was...a nice dragon.
"How do you know what stories were passed down to us?"
The massive crimson dragon smirked.
"Do you think we have survived this long without keeping a close watch on you? Oh we have heard your stories young man, but your kind finally
believed that we no longer existed and we began to relax until you came along."
A gust of wind whipped his cloak around his legs. Sky wanted so desperately to prove to everyone who had ever laughed at him and made fun of him that
dragons were real. He wanted to put them in their place and make them feel guilty for all the pain and suffering they put him through as a child. He
finally had proof and yet...he knew what the consequences would be if he kept the hatchling.
The green dragon took another step closer. He didn't want to kill the young man, yet if he let him live, a time of violence would rise again. Or
would it? Could he even allow himself to trust a human? Should he take such a chance when so much was at stake?
"Leave the hatchling and go live your life while you still have one and please...do not mention our existence."
A huge and beautiful beast he was thought Sky. How he wished they could live in peace with each other, but he knew deep down inside that they never
would. He held the innocent hatchling with compassion and love and knew what he had to do. The little creature looked into his eyes as though he
understood and peeped. Then it hiccupped and a tiny wisp of smoke came out of its nose. He longed to raise it, to watch it grow into a majestic
creature of power with strong wings, to teach it and care for it. Sky knew though that it belonged with its own kind. It would remain free and
beautiful and alive. Slowly he placed the peeping hatchling down next to the green dragon, turned and walked away.