A New Future for Dragons
Continued from last week.
While I was thinking about how, I started thinking about why this happened. And then I found the answer to why. Of course! Lies, fairy tales, legends, and stories drove them to do this to us. They heard about us, but had believed it all, the stories of a heap of treasure near our caverns. Of course, there were flaws, like the fact we do not live in caverns and never have, but they don't know that. I thought, "I must deconstruct these myths. I must." I started right then and there. I began to simply soak up all myths about us and let fly true facts, deconstructing the whole false knowledge of dragons and making it true. And the kids simply believed me and spread it.
"Aha, that's why this whole thing was believed! They believe anything." I thought. So I let loose fact after fact like an infinite amount of arrow facts from my mouth bow. Eventually, even adults, who had been told all their life these things were wrong, believed the facts. Partly. They simply never believed a nine-year-old, which was the form I had taken, could speak the infinite truth about dragons. I couldn't show them my identity. That would just make them kill me. Then I hatched a brilliant plan-literally.
I invited everyone, after a few years of letting it soak in, to get a dragon. I had found a litter of unwanted eggs and decided to let people try them out. It looked almost like they were already saying,"C'mon, they're fakes. Admit it now, loud and clear. We won't hurt you then." Well, I didn't care what they thought because they were real! I shot them a defiant stare if they had that look in their eyes because I knew it. I knew it was real.
"They're fake.They're fake!" they chanted. I got so mad I snapped into the microphone "Stop!" And that single, barked command made them stop mid-syllable, and stop as if they had finished and were convinced. Except they weren't convinced, but scared out of half-wits, and quarter-wits, and eighth-wits. I continued with my story, gave them an egg each and told them to wait until it cracks and I got the rest. They waited and beautiful sapphire blue and gorgeous emarald green dragons hatched. They were stunned. I had said dragons and I meant dragons.
They probably thought, "Nothing can compare to these. Beautiful!" They were about to leave but they still hadn't seen the last hatchling.
"There's more!" I called. So they looked and there, at the center of the table, was one more egg. When it hatched, it was more beautiful than the morning's dawn, smoother than the finest silk, and more charming than a unicorn. And, with the last hatchling, a gold and purple dragon, I had finished deconstructing the platforms of hate and greed and replaced them with love. Pure love. As a a sparkling whirlwind surrounded me, I returned to my dragon form. I spread my wings wide and took my dragons under my wing for whatever laid ahead. We would always stay together.
Constructive critasism welcomed.
While I was thinking about how, I started thinking about why this happened. And then I found the answer to why. Of course! Lies, fairy tales, legends, and stories drove them to do this to us. They heard about us, but had believed it all, the stories of a heap of treasure near our caverns. Of course, there were flaws, like the fact we do not live in caverns and never have, but they don't know that. I thought, "I must deconstruct these myths. I must." I started right then and there. I began to simply soak up all myths about us and let fly true facts, deconstructing the whole false knowledge of dragons and making it true. And the kids simply believed me and spread it.
"Aha, that's why this whole thing was believed! They believe anything." I thought. So I let loose fact after fact like an infinite amount of arrow facts from my mouth bow. Eventually, even adults, who had been told all their life these things were wrong, believed the facts. Partly. They simply never believed a nine-year-old, which was the form I had taken, could speak the infinite truth about dragons. I couldn't show them my identity. That would just make them kill me. Then I hatched a brilliant plan-literally.
I invited everyone, after a few years of letting it soak in, to get a dragon. I had found a litter of unwanted eggs and decided to let people try them out. It looked almost like they were already saying,"C'mon, they're fakes. Admit it now, loud and clear. We won't hurt you then." Well, I didn't care what they thought because they were real! I shot them a defiant stare if they had that look in their eyes because I knew it. I knew it was real.
"They're fake.They're fake!" they chanted. I got so mad I snapped into the microphone "Stop!" And that single, barked command made them stop mid-syllable, and stop as if they had finished and were convinced. Except they weren't convinced, but scared out of half-wits, and quarter-wits, and eighth-wits. I continued with my story, gave them an egg each and told them to wait until it cracks and I got the rest. They waited and beautiful sapphire blue and gorgeous emarald green dragons hatched. They were stunned. I had said dragons and I meant dragons.
They probably thought, "Nothing can compare to these. Beautiful!" They were about to leave but they still hadn't seen the last hatchling.
"There's more!" I called. So they looked and there, at the center of the table, was one more egg. When it hatched, it was more beautiful than the morning's dawn, smoother than the finest silk, and more charming than a unicorn. And, with the last hatchling, a gold and purple dragon, I had finished deconstructing the platforms of hate and greed and replaced them with love. Pure love. As a a sparkling whirlwind surrounded me, I returned to my dragon form. I spread my wings wide and took my dragons under my wing for whatever laid ahead. We would always stay together.
Constructive critasism welcomed.