A roar vibrates the ground and all the seasons on the tree explode. I whip my head toward the sky. Blossoms floated slowly to the ground. The tree had grown leaves and melted down into a willow tree. The trees that were bare now resumed as willow mimicking the tree.
"Emma are you okay."
My eyes I could feel resume. All the power I had felt was gone. I was just fire girl again. I was now in a white gown that mirrored the blossoms color. The water beneath me was glowing. And I could feel the water. As I walked toward Jasper the water didn't show any change. It was as if the water was one with me. That I could change the water because I would have to change.
"Emma!"
"I'm fine, just....learning"
The roar vibrated the cave again. Without thinking me and Jasper looked at each other and ran toward the noise. The water now was beginning to get aggressive both of us running on top of the water. The glow was only flowing me through the running science of ours. The flow felt comforting. As though it has been there my whole life. But I still had a feeling of incompleteness, something was missing from me. I was stopped in thoughts we stopped dead in our tracks. The first dragon I had encountered was huffing and puffing. He was hitting every building.
"He loves your songs."
"My what?"
I hated to sing. I had absolutely no voice. And how would a dragon I just met a few days ago know my voice and my....song. I had a song. When had I created a song? And most of all how did Jasper know. I turned my head toward him with a questioning look. He looked at me like an old friend. He trusted me. He knew me. I nodded as if we had a silent argument needing just an okay. I slowly approached the dragon. His heart turned bright red ready to set fire. Then I started humming the tune. The fire slowly faded as the tune carried on.
"Sing please"
A voice in my head tells me. I sing soft but clear. The dragon's cloudy eyes become clear. His heart's fire is tamed. The dragon sways his head to the rhythm. I felt safe. With a fire breathing dragon, I felt at home. He looked fierce but I knew his heart. He was kind. He was scared. He was my best friend. Enzo was his name. Enzo.... Enzo
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The End of the Road
AdventureWhat would happen if life stopped? What would happen if everything you knew was the opposite? Where killing was a way of life? Where monsters run with or against humans? Could you survive? For Emma it is her life. Just living for tomorrow. Just maki...
