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A Dragons tale

 I was once asked to describe beautiful. Stunned by the question I had to ask, “how does one describe something so unique to every individual?”. The court looked at me with a bit of amazement, “every man here can define beautiful, why can’t you?”. Everyone began to laugh, “He must see beauty in ugly creatures also” “Hahahahaha”, thundered through the ground as the people laughed at their lame jokes. 

“Have you ever seen a dragon ? “ I asked as the court grew silent, “Now pay attention you petty swines, listen to the greatness that exposure has starved from your egos”. 

“Total disrespect”. Echoed through the crowd as i felt their breath heading towards me like sand storm winds. “Let’s listen to the peasant, it takes balls to shut you lots up” said the lord of the court. “Please begin” Persivo (the speaker of the court) screamed in anger. 


“We were only 50 soldiers left on the river bank after the attack on our kingdom by the Persians. Commander Endouard (Former leader of the court 789 bc -839 bc, killed during the Persian war) lead the final assault on the Persians. They had about 300 men, the battle was glorious as we fought with blood, sweat and tears on the sands of the Andromeda”. 


“War is Beautiful” I screamed as i began to anger the crowd further. “What are you about ? War is disgusting, nothing but death, injuries, bastard children from raped women and destroyed cities” persivo said with a smug on his face. 


“We have 2 sides to one story. You see the casualties of war, I see 50 soldiers fight 300 soldiers, steel for steel, limb for limb and only our commander lost his life. 49 of us lived, but our commander had the most glorious death that would be celebrated in the history of this kingdom, killing the leader of the Persian arm before the poison arrow in him took his life”.


“How is taking another man’s life a beautiful thing ?” Someone in the court asked. “Defending my country was a beautiful thing, and the fact that we did it the way we did it was the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. So going back to my earlier question, beautiful is not only used to define women, it is also used to define moments, using the knowledge of our geographical location to our advantage, won us the war. But, it was not just using it, but how we used it. Not one soldier had to die. Everything was properly planned, but our commander had other ideas and ....” I ushered towards the court. 


“And????” “Speak young man, you are wasting our time, you arrogant prick” Endouard mentioned. “ I thought a dragon was mention” Shiya the lady of the court asked. “I was getting to that story” I replied. “Sentence him, he is just trying to buy time. Charge him for his war crimes. Yes! Yes! Yes!.”Echoed a crowd of blood lusting, in the name of justice thieving politicians. “Have you seen a dragon before” I muttered to myself. 


The riots grew louder, the people screamed and argued on top of their voices like idiots. They are all mad, these politicians of the court. Sigh! It begins like a tingle in my skin, making me feel like I have shingles. The fear begins to grow as the pain begins to take control of the body. “Raaaaaaaaaaaaaar” i screamed as I began full outer body transformation into Beldagar the Dragon. 


“Raaaaaaaaaaaaaar” accompanied the fire that rushed out of my mouth as i blew open the ceilings, the people of the court ran, others fainted and some watched in amazement. “It’s ............. BEAUTIFUL, even in this chaos, they marveled in the beauty of pain. 


It wasn’t a pain of sadness, no it’s very much like beauty, it was a pain of birth. If felt worse than a snake changing its skin, but more like the body altering its shape my braking every bone and re assembling them at the same time. 


What they felt wasn’t joy, no it was way beyond that. It was the satisfaction of mind, a justification for ones imagination. They needed to see that the Devine was possible. They needed to understand that there is more to life than the unimaginable. 

 

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