(miniflash story)

The dark and drowsy dragons cave.

The place where mightiness and mystics dwell.

The gold mountains and dimond lands, where dragons meet their fate.

The ancient air and forgotten scent, of fire and long-lost legends.

One time in the air on mighty wings, now on the ground with silver things.

Among the rivers, with crowns and rings, the sound of whispers cut through things.

It’s the youngest of the brood, awaken his heavy wings.

Shattering stones with his mighty roar, he said confidently:

“I wish no-groundly-more!”

“I’m bored with spending my life in a cave, even if it’s the golden bath of decades!”

“I want freedom for my thoughts and wings, for free fire in my limbs!” As he said that he would go, the rest of the shadows hissed:

“Don’t go!”

He didn’t hear the lost despair, he went to the light and swung the wings.

The breath of freedom and new heights  filed all his dreams and new delights.