The passing of days often fall like the grains of sand in an hourglass for dragons. So many times, they flittered by, and nothing was gained from the experience. Nothing was learned. Nothing was accomplished… That was what led so many into hibernation and in search of Change.
Those that chose to guide and gift humanity were chosen for the light by the Creator. Those that stagnated in selfish pursuits turned to darkness and were therefore cut off from the light.
I wonder how many of us are left, thought Serenity as her powerful claws scraped through the rubble, widening her escape route with surety. She stopped for a moment and called softly with her mind, in case any of her brethren were close enough to hear her.
Her mental song echoed like a whale’s lonely vibrations in the ether only mind speech and emotion occupies. It was the dragons’ universal greeting amongst themselves, and Serenity basked in the echo, even though there was no answer.
I will find the others soon, she said as she continued digging. To pass the time, she sang an old dragon tune of wisdom.
In the darkness lies a seed…
It feeds on the moisture that dreams leak…
It is dormant, waiting for light to shine down…
Waiting for the warmth…
In the soft earth of hope that surrounds it…
The seed is the embodiment of who we are…
Of what we wish for ourselves and those around us…
We can choose for our dreams to be purely selfish…
Or we can include others…
Whom we can attempt to encourage with our presence…
Be wise, my child… choose well…
For your choice will be forever your burden…
Your heart will grow full or will rot in your chest…
Your life will reward…
Or your life will cause pain…
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