(This next few week's posts will be for my English class I have chosen to write a set of short stories in hopes of one day compiling them into a book that will of course accompany a new quest pack for may Mazith Game System.)
Wisdom of the Dragon
A little bit about these Dragon stories:
They come from my family, and I can trace
some of them back at least seventeen generations. As a child, my grandfather
would gather us around the fire once a week and tell one of the tales. As I
grew up and he grew older he taught me to tell the tales around the fire and
how to create new ones. He explained that it was our duty to tell the next
generation the tales of old but also to add new stories with morals that my own
generations had learned. As far as I know, they have always been passed down by
word of mouth, and this is the first time I will be
writing them down so those other than my family
can learn from them.
Some notes on pronouncing names within the
stories:
In names “A, O, U, and E” are said with their English soft sound. On the other hand, “I” makes the sound of a long E not the sound of the English I.
The Dragon and the Cloud
Long ago, high atop a towering mountain, there lived a
wise dragon who was one of the last of her kind. Each day, she would leave her
cave and make her way down the mountain to a clearing where people from all
around the land would come to seek her wisdom.
The young dragon eagerly replied, "Yes, master, I
am ready." The wise dragon then pointed to the sky. "Do you see that
cloud lingering there? I want you to make it disappear."
The young dragon thought for a moment and replied,
"Yes, master, I think I can do that."
The wise dragon smiled and said, "I will be taking a nap under that large tree over there. When I rise, we'll see how you've done."
The young dragon thought back on all the lessons his master had taught him and remembered one about visualization. He closed his eyes and imagined fiery arrows striking the cloud, making it heat up and rain. He slowly opened his eyes to see nothing had happened. Next, the young dragon thought back to a lesson on how we are all connected, even to the spirits of nature. He tried singing to the wind,
“Great sister spirit, the breath of the sky, hear my cry. Please grant your gift, so the wind may blow. With your grace and guidance, let it go. So please take this cloud away from here. Bring your light and make it clear. Great sister spirit, the breath of the sky. Deliverer of creation, hear my cry. But still, nothing happened.
Frustrated with this, he flew up to the cloud and with
all his might flapped his massive wings, creating gust
after gust of powerful blasts, but try as
he might, the cloud remained stubbornly in sight.
Determined not to give up that easily. He tried using
his fire breath to heat the cloud and make it rain. He began to gather the
flammable liquids from his stomach into his mouth,
combining them with oxygen to ignite a huge wave of fiery breath upon the
cloud. To his delight, the cloud began shrinking, but in the time it took him
to gather a second breath, the cloud regrew into its original size.
So, with his last bit of effort, he tried to tear the
cloud apart by diving his body through it while landing. When he looked up, he
saw the hole his body had made was already sealing back up and the cloud looked
even stronger.
After resting a moment back on the ground, he was
feeling defeated and couldn’t think of any new ideas. He knew the cloud would
be still there when his master awoke.
Soon, the wise dragon awoke, looked at her apprentice,
and said, "I see that the cloud is still there."
The young dragon hung his head, face covered in
defeat, "I am sorry, to have failed you, master. I tried everything I
could think of, but I couldn't make it disappear.”
The old wise dragon smiled and spoke. “Do you see the
lake down there in the valley where the deer drink in the morning and the fish
swim all day?”
The young dragon, with a puzzled look, asked. “Master,
are you hungry, do you want me to get you some fish?
To this, the master replied with a chuckle, “No, young
one, I'm not hungry. Look up to the sky. What do you see?”
The young dragon looked up to see a clear, beautiful
sky, not a cloud in sight. “Master, what happened to the cloud?”
The old dragon replied, “The cloud did what all clouds
do. It was only temporary, as are all things. It is best not to dwell on things
we do not want to hang around. It served its purpose and has now gone to join
the lake and ground. It is on this day we have learned a valuable lesson.
Sometimes, by trying to force things away we only make them stronger. If you
want something to disappear, you must not focus one's energy on it. Simply
ignore it, and in time it will go away.
Only then will you see the change you desire.”
THE END
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