a_short_story_with_no_ending

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This Tale (or perhaps it should be 'Tail'....) began 485 Moons ago...

A lone Wolf watches unseen as the shadows coalesces, and the Dragon ascends (or descends, it�s not fully clear) to the mortal sphere, to become a physical entity.

This happens in the cold North, where the mountains and the hills ponders upon the the waves and the isles of the coast...

A tiny human form starts it�s life, so short when measured against the span of the Dragon kin.

But something is (wrong? unusual? not right? strange?)... The Dragon doesn't form fully.. The human form holds. The Dragon finally steadies, but as a Shadow, not fully formed.

Time passes.

The human, now maturing, but far more slowly than it's ilk, doesn't understand why, in the name of the Gods (hmm... puny little Gods, a voice says in it's head...) it takes soooo long to become an adult... (The Dragon, meanwhile, has lost touch with the Dragon Sphere, and floats gently on the sea of tranquillity between existences, forgetting it's Name, loosing the distance to humans...)

Time passes, again (waving cheerfully as it drives by in a pink Volkswagen....).

The Time is Now.

The Dragon finally wakes, understands some of what's happened, but not all.

It's been raised as a human, humans have tried (but curiously not succeded...Hah!) to make it into an ordinary human. (The Wolves knows, and are always there, but are forbidden to speak the truth.) Humans know, too... but they don't know that they know, and try to explain it all by saying that the entity they thought was human, doesn't really exist, that it's just an illusion, a chimera...

The Dragon waits, more and more frustrated as day follows day...(Why days? Nights are much more fulfilling... Humans are funny, saying that the Day is the measure, when all real creatures knows that the Night is when things really happens! Ask any Werewolf! Where are thw Wolves? Ahh... standing in the shadows, watching, perhaps guarding? But there is always one wolf nearby, not always the same, but at least one is there... Funny!)

Where is my Name?! the voice thunders. The Name with which I can claim my inheritance, my form, my legacy... Shadowsmoke starts to burn, never seen, only the reflected light registers, on humans, wolves, and Dragon.... (The human moves further and further from the mainstream of humanity, drawn, pushed, or just naturally floating. The Dragon personality waxes by the hour, inch by inch... Strangely, the human knows this, and doesn't protest.)

SignatureMy views are not necessarily my own, or anybody else's that I know. They can probably be used as argument for some kind of therapy, but I liked having them when I wrote this.... --------------E8B66DEC97799FAC0C61B0D5 Content-Type: text/x-vcard; charset=us-ascii; name="vcard.vcf" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Content-Description: Card for Tomas Edstrom Content-Disposition: attachment; filename="vcard.vcf"

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