• The Three Dragons
    Entrance: There are three dragons in a land that has no name or boundaries.
    Chart of Characters:
     The first dragon is Relic, keeper of the past.
     The second dragon is New World, keeper of the present.
     The third dragon is Seer, keeper of the future.    Relic
    He guards this world closely,
    Knowing that beyond him
    Lay the answers mans long
    To seek to use, either with
    Wrong or good intentions.
    He was tall and proud with
    A stern look in face and eyes.
    A child came up to him,
    Awed at his appearance.
    She had never seen a dragon
    Such as him, bronze and copper
    With topaz eyes that reflects
    Knowledge of ancients.

    “Why have you come here, child?
    There is nothing here to find
    To a child’s interest in the world.”
    She smiles then sat down in
    Front of him with the wind
    Blowing between them.
    “I want to know about the past,
    Are you not the keeper of it?
    Someone told me many stories
    But they are just tales told by bards.”

    He peers down at the child,
    The smile still on her tiny face.
    She reminded him a curious sprite
    Bored with the usual things in life.
    “If that is so, why come to me,
    A dragon is the same as a bard.
    We are storytellers old and forgotten By those who now live in the present.
    Yet, I will entertain you as long
    As you stay seated before me.”

    Relic told her every story he knew,
    The tales of wonder and fear.
    She loved the stories about forests,
    Their inhabitants and lifestyle.
    When it came to demons and angels,
    She would ask if he knew any.
    Indeed he did as he elaborate on them
    And she sat with a beaming smile
    On her tiny sprite-like face.

    By the time he was done,
    The sunset turns to night.
    The girl was yawning and
    Continued to sit in front of him.

    “It is the night and I must sleep,
    Child for I need my rest.”
    She continued to sit,
    Stifling yawns when possible.

    She shook her head causing
    Curly locks of dark gold to bounce.
    The blue eyes still bright though
    Tired in the light of the moon
    Above his towering mountain.
    “Where is the keeper of the present?”
    She asks, yawning wide then brush
    Hair from her moonlit face.

    “He resides far from here,
    His home a forest surrounded
    By tall metal fences and ruins.
    Unlike me, he can tell you every
    Story that mankind had to tell
    Now without bards in them.”

    She got up dusting her long blue dress
    Off and brushing fallen hair from her
    Face then look up at the moon.
    “Can I rest with you?”

    He nods his head then hums
    A lullaby for her to sleep.
    She mumbles something in her sleep
    Then fall silent as the sounds of
    Night put him to sleep
    In the isolated forest of old.

    His mind turning back in time
    Of knights and kingdoms,
    The ways of old forgotten
    By suffocating hands of time.
    The girl only wanted to know
    The life of past from its time
    Full of simplicity and purity.

    Yet, as he told her, purity of the
    Past was shadowed by darkness.
    She understood that for having to
    See it herself in the small village
    That had existed beyond its time.

    “Relic, who is the keeper of present?”
    Relic opens one eye to see the girl
    Looking up at him from his side.
    He curl his tall around her
    As wind cut through and around
    The towering mountain home.
    “His name is New World,
    A dragon of silver and white with
    Eyes of blue and less stern than I
    When telling a story.”

    She yawns then goes back to sleep,
    Making herself more comfortable
    Between his side and tail.
    He heard a distance rumble and
    The sound of rain coming down.
    Shaking his head slightly,
    He shelters her with his wing.
    When morning came,
    It was still raining and storming
    That he accompany her to New
    World’s home through gnarled
    Weeping willows that connected them.
    New World
    He guards the present despite
    The fact that it’s already in existence.
    Mankind kept coming to him
    Too often for him to dwell
    Close to any city or overpopulated
    Areas where people couldn’t think
    For themselves or at all.

    He pops his head out of the cliff cave
    Connected to Relic’s ancient mountain,
    Grunt at the sound of the storm.
    Just as he was about to step out,
    Lightning lit up the iron gray sky
    Then follow by loud claps of thunder.
    Through the lightning,
    New World made out Relic’s giant
    Outline and a small one walking
    Alongside him, sheltered by his wing.

    “Wise keeper of the past,
    What brings you to my home?”
    He hails the ancient dragon.
    Relic didn’t respond until
    He stood in front of New World.

    “It’s a perfect day to tell a child
    A story or two about the present
    Though she lives in it.
    I have told her my fair share
    And now she wants you
    To tell your fair share as well.”

    He regarded the smiling child,
    Drench some from the lashing
    Winds of rain veils in the storm.
    “I will tell her my share, elder
    And keep her warm till this
    Storm tires itself out.”

    Bowing their heads, the two part
    Ways and Relic return home.
    The child quickly ran inside the
    Cliff cave and sat next to the
    Warm hearth burning bright.
    He lay down next to her,
    Noticing the hair and dress
    But not the face lit by fire.
    She looked like a little angel
    Child that lost her wings.

    Her halo already for her hair
    Was gold as any angel halo.
    “Why do you want to hear our
    Stories, little one?”
    She looks at him sideways
    And told him that she
    Heard about the past and
    Now she wanted to know the present.

    Shaking his head, New World went
    Straight into telling his share.
    She sat there in front of the hearth,
    Content and warm as thunder and
    Lightning ruled the land.
    The rain came down in heavy gray
    Veils reminding him of sad days.

    In return, she told him of her own
    Life as she had done to do Relic
    Walking out in the rain and storm.
    One or two times, New World would
    Stop and have her fix a small meal for
    Herself from berries and fruit.
    She gladly accepts, cleaning up
    After herself and ready for him to
    Continue where he left off.

    The storm outside didn’t disturb
    The stories’ atmosphere inside
    New World’s warm, cozy cave.
    The girl was a delight to have
    As company as she kept a smile
    On her angelic face.

    So intent on the stories she was,
    Absorbing every word and image
    That he sometimes painted in the
    Air with a claw and magic.
    Everything brought a twinkle
    To her blue eyes that made her
    Fair skin glow like the moon.

    The hours pass into each other
    And by the time he was done,
    The child was fast asleep.
    He carefully laid her on a pile
    Of warm covers and pillows.

    As she slept, she had a smile on her
    Face and hair tumbling down over
    Her tiny angelic face and over her
    Shoulders and waist obscuring
    The light blue of her dress.

    At midnight, she woke and asks
    “Who is the keeper of the future?”
    New World came over to her
    And lay next to the pile.

    “He is Seer, mighty as one comes
    For he is black as night with
    Shadowed amethyst eyes.
    I fear for you to ask him
    For he gives no stories but glimpses
    Of what is to come and possible.
    In asking him for his fair share,
    You must converse with him.”

    She gave him a baffle look then
    Yawn as she went back to sleep.
    New World sighs then went to
    Sleep himself as the last of the
    Storm dwindles down to nothing.

    The child was curious but Seer was
    Hard to get anything out of so
    In the morning, he would accompany
    Her to the chameleon land of Seer’s
    Home to persuade him.

    True to his decision,
    New World went and persuade
    Seer into talking with the girl
    And she smile up at Seer.
    Seer
    He guards the future closely,
    Giving only glimpses that could
    Mean good, bad, or both.
    The future mankind seeks,
    Broken down into pieces.

    The child stood before him,
    Smiling up at him with
    Eyes blue as sunlit skies.
    He saw not sprite or angel
    But a young swordswoman.

    “What a curious child you are,
    Seeking stories from dragons
    But I tell not stories or tales.
    My duty is to look at the future
    Of mankind and the world.
    You would have to tell me
    What you think for you
    Play part in the future.”

    The child tilts her head to one side
    To get a glimpse of a sword.
    Around the room he led her to,
    She saw assorted items.
    “You’re a collector of items,
    Aren’t you, Seer?”

    He nods his head then turns his
    Back to her and put some more wood
    In the bright hearth bordered by
    Bones coated in shimmering silver.

    “Yes, I am a collector of past and
    Present for I shadowed them both.
    The future holds both ill and well,
    The good and evil balance on a
    Scale an unseen force judges.
    Relic and New World are a reflection of themselves, cast in light and balance
    That the two must exist for the future
    To follow course in many directions.
    The choices one makes today made
    Impact the world and themselves.”

    The child turns her attention to him,
    His eyes looking down at her sternly.
    “I couldn’t imagine a world with only
    One side for that would unbalanced
    The world we know and live in.
    As to our choices and decisions,
    I guess I wouldn’t know much
    Except for what I have decided for
    Myself and put into action.”

    He nods his head for she understood
    What he had told her.
    Yet, at the same time, recognize
    That her own choices now,
    As a child is different from an adult’s.

    “A child’s choice is soon influence as
    They get older but you must have
    Control over it or be ruin by others.
    As you have learned from Relic,
    The past struggled to find a way
    To think right and wrong
    And found that the two goes
    Deeper then the surface.
    From New World,
    You have learned that the present
    Struggles the same way but
    There are people making the choices
    For them and not thinking for
    Themselves as they should.
    You don’t let others control you,
    Child for you is not a puppet.
    A puppet cannot think or act,
    Compare to that of a being with
    Free will and a mind of their own.”

    Again, the child thought about
    His words as she look him in the eye.
    She possessed deeper knowledge
    Then she thought she did but
    At the present, she was a child.
    Seer turns his back once more,
    Leaving the child to think.

    “A child’s world is supposed to be full
    Of wonders and delight but that’s not
    Always true for they see the dark side
    Of things adults want to ignore.
    I have told Relic and New World my
    Life as it is to me but you know it all.
    A puppet to a child is entertainment
    But in a sense of an adult,
    It’s a tool to gain an advantage.
    My mind is my own but sometimes,
    I wonder if adults seek to control
    Children for their own purpose.”

    Seer chuckles at her last statement then continue on testing her.
    She manage answers to get test and
    He smile to himself as she look around
    Her at his collection of items.

    The hours passed into night and Seer
    Saw her yawn then fall asleep.
    All the knowledge she had learned,
    Lay nestle in her head.
    Her life would be rough but
    Rewarding as she learn hardships
    Ranging from happiness to despair.

    Gathering her up, he place her on
    His back and flew out into the
    Night with the sword in claw.
    In due time,
    She would learn to use it.
    Strange enough,
    In all the futures he seen,
    The child sleeping on his back
    Under a secure cloak
    United the world in many ways.

    By dawn, she woke in her bed
    And saw the sword and cloak.
    In her mind, she knew already
    That she was an important figure
    In the world’s future.