|Morning Stories von Peter Laessig|
Sheets of mist cover the valley below, settling into the lower areas between the rolling hills. The huge creature looks down on it, seated on a precipice just outside of the cave mouth.
This creature is a breathtaking sight: About the size of a T-Rex, its gorgeous body is covered with emerald scales and his feet are provided with sickle-like, sharp talons.
Hearing quiet footsteps, the dragon turns his horned head to find his human friend walking up beside him from the cave.
"You are up early", the man comments. The dragon replies with only a toothy smile, nuzzling his friend gently before turning his gaze outward again, this time looking into the sky. To the eastern horizon, shades of morning are starting to be seen.
The two sit there for a long while in silence, just watching together as dark blue turns lighter, finally giving way to oranges and pinks, and finally to the sun itself. The human leans against the dragon's flank gently and the dragon folds a wing its human friend and student and smiles as the pair are slowly bathed in the golden light of the morning.
[inspired by a gesture of deep friendship from my friend Doran towards me]
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It was a crispy morning in November, just before sunrise. I stood at the station waiting for my train to bring me to downtown for working. Like every morning during the week, like any other person around me, too. I was angry, they just had said that the train is in delay - "as usual", I thought.
Another look upon my watch, another impatient look into the sky, as my eyes realized a movement between the clouds. A silhouette, too swift to be recognized...but it was certainly not an aeroplane, although the airport was not too far away.
"A dragon! Mom, a dragon!" The child's voice cut through the morning air like glass. Several heads turned towards the mother with her child, a girl of 4 or maybe 5. "A dragon", she repeated eagerly. "I have seen its tail. And it breathed a little flame out of its nostrils." "There are no dragons, my dear", her mother said and gave the people around her (me included) a warm smile. "I am sorry", she said. "Chilren! Always dreaming". A man shook his head: "Too much TV", he mutterd, two women agreed. The girl turend around and spoke to an elder woman: "But it was a dragon", she insisted. "No, little one, it was just a plane on its way to the airport. But you have lots of fantasy. Keep your dreams as long as you can", the lady said softly. "You!", now she addressed me, "you have seen it as well. I *know* that you have seen it, that you have recognized it. You know it was a dragon. Please tell my mother, it was a dragon. A dragon on its way to its friends. Dragons will return to our world. Please, you know it, too. I have seen your eyes." The girl started to cry. I looked into her eyes, I saw her tears. Fortunatly, the train arrived and I wasn't forced to answer - I thought. I wanted to get in, but she took my arm and looked at me with pleading eyes. I shook my head. "It was an aeroplane. You shouldn't watch so much TV, you are still too young."
I took my seat and I heard a scream inside my head. A nasty scream, full of pain and sorrow. The scream of a dying and betrayed creature.
When I arrived in my office, I checked out my mailbox for e-mails. One of my American role-playing friends sent me a message: "Dear friend, now it's time to prove you the truth. I finally regained my dragonform and while you are reading these lines, I am on my way to your town for making your dreams come true. To take you with me. But, please, never deny me if you see me, as we dragons need the belief of you humans. Otherwise I would die in agony and in pain...."
It was the start of a horrible day for me.