Once Upon a DragonA Chapter by Robert Francis Callacithere be dragonsOnce
Upon a Dragon Once
upon a time: in a land far, far, away, their lived, dragons. Not little lizard
like dragons you find running around on the beach, mind you, but big fire
breathing, man eating dragons.
Oh
yes, they can also fly, flipping and flapping their wings up, up, up, in the
morning sky. As they wing along they spot their prey, and like kamikaze pilots
they take aim and dive--- they go in for the kill, swiftly swooping up lazy
sheep, foolish man things, and all the other goodies they like to eat. It’s
really quite terrifying and somewhat chilling to see, how they feast and hunt
upon the likes of you and um, oh damn, how can I delicately say this without
offending the gentle-hearted who believe that Dragons are Satan’s spawn , I got it! They even hunted and preyed
upon fearsome Faustian beasts that are closely related to me.
Oh!
There be dragons, hiding in the woods amongst the bushes and trees, swimming in
the oceans and under the seas, perched on mountain cliffs ready to pounce, and
roaming the skies with a wary eye searching for those who dare to seek and steal
their treasures.
Oh,
did I forget to mention that they were great hoarders of gold, diamonds,
rubies, green, white, blue and multi-colored gems of all weights and sizes,
trinkets, necklaces, tiaras and anything they considered of value. They coveted
and lusted over these minerals and man-made things.
In
the great dragon caves is where their treasures were to be found. They were
guarded night and day by the chieftains of the dragon clans. Each Clan tried to
outdo the other, whose horde was the biggest, who had the most gold and silver
coin, whose diamonds were bigger, which gems were brighter, whose man-made weapons
were sharper and deadlier... Well I hope you, who are hearing or reading my
words, get to the drift of things. It now was all about whose treasure was the
biggest and the best.
Well
as you can imagine, angry words were said, small feuds starting to flare up, clan
stood against clan and before you know it, the great Dragon Wars had begun.
At
first it was between the Clans. The Green Dragons fought the Blue and the Red
had fights with the White. A truce was made between the Red Dragons and the
Green. The Greens beat and annihilated the Blues as the Reds did the same to the
White, and claimed the caves as their own. But as you can well guess this was
not enough. Each eyed the other’s caves with envy, so the Red Dragons betrayed
the truce that they made, and decimated and destroyed the Green. Now only the
Red dragons roamed the land.
Well
what can I say, lust begets greed, and greed begets fanatical obsession. Each
member of the clan wanted a cave full of treasure, all their own. Brother
turned against sister, father against daughter, and mother against son. The
Dragon Armageddon was at hand. Friend turned on friend; kin killed kin, till
only a few remained.
Those
that survived were the vilest, most vicious, greed and lust driven of the lot.
They betrayed family, friends, and Clan for a few trinkets, jewels’, coin, and
shiny rocks. They guarded their caves with zeal and slew all who dared to enter,
even those they had occasion to mate with. They slept on top of their treasure
and dreamed about acquiring more. Their souls turned the blackest of blacks and
any memories of love and music that once touched their hearts was forever
silenced.
So
when you see a Dragon, and believe me there is still a few around, don’t be a
fool and try to make friends with it, for it will rip your heart out. It only
sees you and all livings things as either food, or as someone trying to steal
its treasure.
Even I, the Fiddler, who fiddles with your souls, and sends you on that road to perdition, loathe the Dragons. They’re heartless creatures; they fear no one, not even the devil, and that’s bad for business...
RC 02-13-16
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AuthorRobert Francis CallaciPort Richey, FLAboutMy passion is writing- I've been writing a mythological tale on the many facets and faces of GOD- I've been a net poet for the past seventeen years- I'm a former admin at lit .org and active one (Patr.. more..Writing
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