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":Dragon Mist:" by Cynthia Conner
SF&F Picture 1 out of 26 by Cynthia Conner
  | Long ago, when men were still struggling to tame the world, a large mountain stood near a lake, shading it. It was one of the few untouched refuges from humans, and many types of life resided there, thriving. The reason the mountain was still safe was because of the Great Dragon that guarded it. Considered a protector and King of the Wind by the animals and trees, the Dragon chased out men that dared come, his fires and skills far outweighing their clumsy spears and stones. But even the Dragon's speed and grace could not match the Steal Age of men, when they forged swords that sliced the air as quickly as his claws, and armor as thick as his own scales. When men tried once again to overtake the peaceful mountain paradise, the Great Dragon fought as hard as ever, but this time, found himself overwhelmed by the humans' new weapons, and fell at their hands, little more than a prize. Within hours, the trees and flowers wilted, the skies turned dark, and even the water of the lake turned red in mourning for the fading of their defender. It rained hard throughout the night, forcing the men to leave their trophy in the forest, and seek shelter in one of the mountain's caves. Unprotected by the trees, they cowered within the stone, waiting for the angry storm to pass. Through the night, the rain came down hard on the Dragon's dieing form. His body was nearly gone, but his noble heart and mind lived, even as the rain washed away his scales and claws as little more than dust. His spirit from that place, a misty apparition, and climbed into the sky on vaporous wings. With each downbeat, the wind surged, pelting against the mountainside where the men hid. The Dragon was as mighty as ever. Only now, he didn't fight with flame and claw, but wind and rain. His new body, nothing more than the clouds in the sky, were impermeable by any steel swords, and the humans once again were purged from the mountain by the lake, few ever returning in their place. Even now, if you could find the forested mountain, and had only the purest of intentions at heart, you might see the Great Dragon. At sunrise, when mist rolls off from the lake waters and dew coats the trees, you might catch a glimpse of a dragon, swift as the wind, flying amongst the clouds. |
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About ':Dragon Mist:':
• Status: OK
• Created by:
Cynthia Conner• Copyright: ©Cynthia Conner. All rights reserved!
• Keywords: Mist, Dragon, Mountain, Acrylic, Clouds, Story, Cloud, Spirit, Guardian, Guard
• Categories: Dragons, Drakes, Wyverns, etc, Dream Imagery
• Techniques: Acrylics
• Submitted: 2005-07-01 17:24:33
• Views: 1987
• Resolution: 688x500
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