The Storyteller And The Lost Dragon

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The Storyteller And The Lost Dragon

by Paul McCann

He had been walking through the Mystical Woods looking for a sign . He had a melody with words running through his head and then he met a lady he had once known but couldn’t remember her name which told him she must have been one of his spiritual guides . The lady explained to him that she was known as the melody giver and that he would soon need to share that song with a mythological creature who had lost its memory . She spoke to him of the why he had been called into the mystical woods and gave him some background to the story he had to tell .

Before she walked away, she pointed up to the sky where some smoke rings started to appear above the trees . 

“Go now storyteller, Clawdenbreath needs you  “

She spoke with a plea of urgency in her voice and then vanished out of sight ,

 He made his way along the path towards the strange rings of smoke that went spiralling up into the air . A short distance away he saw a crater in the ground with a large hole in the middle where the smoke was coming from . There were a series of short bursts of smoke with a pause in between that drifted up over the trees and into  the sky  . He noticed around the edge of the crater there was some steppingstones that ran in spital path to the centre of the crater . He followed the path to the centre of the crater and looked into the hole there where he saw some steps that were descending down below the ground . He made his way down the steps until he arrived at the bottom of this underground cavern, then he saw where the smoke was coming from . There was a large dragon lying there in the cavern fast asleep  and every now and then as the dragon snored some smoke spurted out from its nostrils and the rings of smoke rose up to the surface .

“ Hello there , so you’re sending up smoke signals to the moon and stars ?”

The storyteller said .

The dragon stirred and then awoke and spoke with a growl and gravel tone to the edge of its voice .

“What did you say ?” 

The storyteller continued with a whisper in his deep voice that echoed around the underground chamber .

“Let me tell you who I am and why I’m here but before that can you tell me you’re your name ,  old and favoured creature from the past  ?”

The dragon tilted back its head , rolled his eyes and then looked confused .

The storyteller went a little closer to the creature and sat directly opposite where he was lying . The dragon suddenly became angry and started to breathe fire out from its mouth and spoke .

“ My name is ..ah mm . What is my name ?”

“Clawdenbreath is your name and you came from the edge of eutopia that was on the rooftop of the world before the flood covered the earth. “

What flood was that and how long have I been here ?

The storyteller started to sing the ancient melody with the words he was given by the giver of tunes in the Mystical woods  . The song had placed the dragon into a deep hypnotic state where the storyteller began to tell the tale of Eastern transcendence  in the deep underground chamber with an acoustic labyrinth echoing every spoken word    

“Relax and drift away and fly back to a place in time where once you flew with the unicorns and fairies around the edge of eutopia  . You are no stranger here in your realm .

Suddenly all around the cavern  fairies arrived on flying horses and they all rested for a while to listen to the story being told .

The storyteller continued  ,

Life was good in eutopia and time never existed there until the war came . There were others from the dark realm who wanted to rule and change the way of life in all the realms through the transformation of appearance on every creature by metamorphosis which would be under the control of the timekeepers of each realm  .

When the war had begun in Eutopia many creatures of Dragon kind  were destroyed by the transformation of time that introduced an aging process into the life cycle of every Dragon in Eutopia and in a short time of the dragon kind died of old age except for you Clawdenbreath because you had escaped the wrath of the time after being chosen by the supernatural forces of fairy realm to survive the transformation process . You were taken from the Edge of Eutopia to this place in the Mystical woods to live out the rest of your life in dragon time however on your journey from the outer realms the forces of supernature took away your memory to ease the trauma that you had to go through in transcendence . Then after flood came and  covered the entire earth you were taken from the rooftop of the world to this place to live out your life in full and now is the time for you to regain your memory of everything that had happened back then and now you need to become again the protector of all fairy folk from the dark realm who would try to seize control of the Infinite life beyond . You’re the last of the Eastern dragons on the planet and as long as you live and breathe the visitors of the dark realm have no power to transform the between mortal and infinite . Awake now Clawdenbreath and remember who you are and what you must do here in this place that you protect.

The Dragon  woke up from his dream to hear the cheering and applause of all the fairy folk who had gathered there ,

“Now I understand my purpose here and I will defend this place against any intrusion from the dark realm “.

The storyteller was happy to know his mission had been completed and was just about to climb the steps to the surface when the King of the Fairies spoke

“Why not stay here for a while and tell us a few more stories “

All of the fairy folk began to cheer and shout and repeat over and over.

“Stay. Oh, please stay a little while longer. “

So, the storyteller stayed there for a little while and then a little bit longer and told ancient stories from the mists of time that had never been told before .

Some say that the echoes of those stories were heard for generations in places far  beyond the Mystical woods where time is non-existent .

The End

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