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Uprising
Some said that it wasn’t just a replica,
that it was real. Some said they had seen others throughout the land and that
they still existed. Some said that they only showed themselves to those that
truly believed in them.
I believed in them. But then I was one of them.
And standing here now looking at Jafra frozen in defeat brought it all back. Not that I had really forgotten; it was always there staring me in the face: the blue turquoise glint across my brown eyes whenever I got excited, melting ice with my breath if I concentrated, and the tremors through my body when I knew there was another dragon close.
There were still dragons, but they were in hiding like me. It was the only way to stay alive through these times of Human domination. We were just biding out time until we could rise again and claim what was ours. Although I wondered if there would be anything left by that time – humans were consuming everything, and they didn’t care. They gloated about everything they took – Jafra’s remains being so public was a reminder of that.
If someone as high born as he had been, and so skilled a warrior, could be turned into a garden ornament to be mocked every day, what hope was there for the rest of us?
But ‘the rest of us’ was growing. I could feel the presence of others increasing in my blood. Thanks to the human’s advanced technology it was getting easier to find each other and breed, even if staying in disguise while doing so. It was only a matter of time before we could take on our natural appearance again and show the world the true dominant species.
We had learnt the errors of our ways; this time we wouldn’t be so trusting. We knew what to do differently; what the weak spots of the human condition were, and how to use them to our advantage.
I looked into Jafra’s eyes and could hear his heartbeat in my soul. A new world order was approaching. It wouldn’t be long now.
I believed in them. But then I was one of them.
And standing here now looking at Jafra frozen in defeat brought it all back. Not that I had really forgotten; it was always there staring me in the face: the blue turquoise glint across my brown eyes whenever I got excited, melting ice with my breath if I concentrated, and the tremors through my body when I knew there was another dragon close.
There were still dragons, but they were in hiding like me. It was the only way to stay alive through these times of Human domination. We were just biding out time until we could rise again and claim what was ours. Although I wondered if there would be anything left by that time – humans were consuming everything, and they didn’t care. They gloated about everything they took – Jafra’s remains being so public was a reminder of that.
If someone as high born as he had been, and so skilled a warrior, could be turned into a garden ornament to be mocked every day, what hope was there for the rest of us?
But ‘the rest of us’ was growing. I could feel the presence of others increasing in my blood. Thanks to the human’s advanced technology it was getting easier to find each other and breed, even if staying in disguise while doing so. It was only a matter of time before we could take on our natural appearance again and show the world the true dominant species.
We had learnt the errors of our ways; this time we wouldn’t be so trusting. We knew what to do differently; what the weak spots of the human condition were, and how to use them to our advantage.
I looked into Jafra’s eyes and could hear his heartbeat in my soul. A new world order was approaching. It wouldn’t be long now.
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ReplyDeleteOopsie. Got the link all screwed up the first time. So, here. Maybe this is an idea I should explore for #NaNoWriMo this year?
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I love this snippet. Definitely like to know more of this story. Thanks for coming back to this Mark.
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