When Twin Flames Unite

A Birthday is A Deathday

The calm and sunny sky was a welcome addition to the joyful day. The sun shone the brightest on a wooden sign that read:

Welcome to God's Playground

0 Days Without Divine Intervention

Ladies walked adorned in rich red clothes, men in glittering helmets, and children wore bloated and grotesque masks. Crude materials such as rocks and broken pieces of wood mimicked scales. It all accumulated into a long and mangled snout.

The children would hide behind trees, buildings, and whatever structure they could find. When they jumped out their victims fell to the ground clutching their faces and gasping. If the victim were an adult, they would stop the attack with a bribe such as candy. If it were another child, they would chase each other in circles.

Absorbed in their cheer, the iridescent body of the dragon went unnoticed.

Humans are too crude to replicate my beauty. Ala thought as she changed into her human form and disguised herself as the wood of a tree.

A little boy no older than the age of five came walking across. As he crept around the corner, he pounced.

Seeing no victim, he said proudly,

"The mask is ugly enough to scare them away. Dragons are bad luck charms."

Ala removed the glamour from her eyes and mouth. He fell back in fear at the appearance of her green snake eyes and forked tongue. Trembling, he dropped his mask and ran away.

Tiny bastard.

The mask had fallen face down in the red mud. Now, it looked as if the skin was blistering, with blood seeping through the cracks. Just when she put it on, a group of men with a poor excuse of wooden armor walked by carrying a rolled-up banner. One leaned down and inspected her.

"Miss, your mask is incredible. How on earth did you get the eyes like that?"

"Perhaps it is just my talent."

They all nodded in agreement.

"Nefarious! The bad omen in your eye shows clearly."

Feigning modesty she asked,

"I can show you something more if you like?"

They all prepared themselves.

"Well, you know the dragon's tongue?"

"Yes, one touch from it contains enough poison to paralyze or leave you for dead." Said their leader, a man with a grotesque nose.

Another chimed in.

"My grandfather has told me stories on how he was touched by it and pronounced dead, but by the grace of his guardian angel," he blew a kiss to the sky. "He was revived."

Their faces turned cloudy with fear, a stern line was shared amongst their lips, all their heads shook with disapproval.

"Cursed dragon."

They all turned and spit.

The forked tip of her tongue came out smoothly. It was long enough to cover the short distance between them. Their eyes were transfixed as it flickered up and down. Quickly, and with the slightest touch she whisked it across their cheeks and back into her mouth.

They were stunned into silence.

"Wow! You should enter the mask contest!" They cheered and carried on their merry way.