The next morning, Ashaedia awoke to the sound of two sets of rattling scales. Ashaedia yawned and the rattling stopped. And her two dragons began to hum a beautiful song. Ashaedia stood there, staring at her dragons that were sitting on the windowsill. After they restarted the song, Ashaedia closed her eyes and joined in. While they sang, her hair turned dark blue. Halfway through the song, an image of the man Ashaedia saw long ago came into view.
His face became clear and it was easier to identify him. Ashaedia felt like she’d seen him before . . . He had short dark blue hair and dark blue eyes. His skin was white and he had a kind smile. He wore a blue cloak and on the front was a symbol that looked like a dragon. Strapped to his belt was a long sword. But in his hand, was a medallion that gave off a blue light.
Ashaedia gasped and fell to the floor. Her dragons stopped singing and came to her aid. Mydia blew a sweet aroma into Ashaedia’s nostrils. She also warmed her hand. After she warmed it up, she flew to the bathroom and brought back a glass of water for Ashaedia. Maylor flew towards the door but Mydia stopped him.
What are you doing? Mydia snapped.
I’m getting information for Ashaedia. Maylor said. Before Mydia can grab hold of Maylor’s arrowhead tail, Maylor had already slipped through the door. Maylor flew downstairs and only one person was awake other than Ashaedia. It was Ashaedia’s father. He was watching the news on the television. Maylor flew quietly behind him. He perched himself on the round table between the two couches and stared at the television. The weatherman was presenting the weather report. It was going to be foggy today. And then the anchorman came on screen.
“We have some breaking news,” The newsman said. “Residents of Wyward Street are reporting sights of dragons flying around their homes. And I don’t mean balloon dragons or dragon kites. I mean real dragons, bigger than two-story buildings. The residents had described the dragons’ color, a pink dragon, a very large lobster red dragon, and a dragon as white as snow. Mrs. Kindal of Wyward Street says that she would see the dragons one moment, and then the next a flash of white light, and the dragons are gone!” Maylor’s heart was beating with wild excitement. Dragons . . . real dragons . . . it’s a dream come true! The mysterious man that gave him and Mydia to Ashaedia was right . . . the newsman continued.
“Wyward Street residents had also reported some strange-looking people walking around. The residents think they have something to do with the dragons. They’ve seen a teenage girl with pink hair, tan skin, pointed ears, a blue over shirt with a strange design on it, red shoes, purple eyes, a white under shirt, and lavender pants.
“Mr. Robinson of Wyward Street had reported a tall muscular man with a deep tan, red hair, a red shirt with the strange design on it and the sleeves are rolled up, red eyes, brown pants, pointed ears, and red boots. Mrs. Farell had said that traveling with them was a man in white and light blue robes, a blue belt, he had brown hair, brown eyes, and wore a hood, and on top of that, a bishop hat. She said she’d seen him carry around a staff with a blue orb on it.
“And Mrs. Kindal’s twelve year old daughter Emily had said she saw a man with long light blue hair tied in a low ponytail, tan skin, pointed ears, he wore a white cape, white and brown boots, brown over shirt, purple under shirt, and had a piece of leather tied around his head. Emily had said that he had the air and look of a wise man.
“And finally, Mr. Estenburger reported that these mysterious characters had markings on their forehead, cheeks, and noses. What an odd bunch! Camp Pendleton has begun to send soldiers to Wyward Street to find and capture the dragons and possibly draw some blood from them to see where they came from.”
Maylor narrowed his gaze. How these humans call dragons ‘an odd bunch’ . . . dragons, Maylor thought, were majestic and powerful creatures that ruled the earth one time in history along with phoenixes. It’s disgusting how the newsman describes them. Maylor flicked his tail angrily and flew back to Ashaedia’s room. Mydia was waiting for him; she was wagging his tail impatiently. Ashaedia was awake. She was sitting on her bed. Ashaedia held out her hand and Maylor flew onto it.
“They’re coming, aren’t they?” Madison asked her Dragon of Inspiration.
The dragons? Maylor asked. Mydia stared up at Ashaedia.
“Yes. But I sense that Camp Pendleton is sending soldiers to investigate and, on the general’s orders, capture the dragons,” Ashaedia said. “We must help the dragons, for I don’t want the dragon’s death to come early.” Maylor told Ashaedia all about what he saw on the television, the dragons, the strange people, and Camp Pendleton sending soldiers to capture and draw blood from the dragons. She put Maylor on her lap and he closed his eyes to rest, and he began to give off a blue glow. Ashaedia frowned and her face darkened. She sighed.
“It seems that the military is consumed by the fact that if they captured and tamed the dragons, they would be able to use them against their enemies. I was afraid this would happen. Why are people, especially generals, so arrogant and violent? I can’t believe that they would capture these majestic creatures and have the dragons fight against their own will. It saddens me to say that our generals are very stupid and might not know what to do with the dragons after they have done their terrible deeds.” Ashaedia said.
Ashaedia! You’re basically insulting your own protectors’! Mydia hurred angrily.
“I know, but I feel whatever they’re doing is wrong. And if our General wants to capture the dragons, than something must be terribly wrong with him,” Ashaedia said sadly. “He’s doing the wrong thing, like how people started to hunt wolves in Idaho. They just wanted to get rid of them because they lost some cattle to the wolves. And our General wants to capture the dragons for their righteous power and throw them away once he’s done, like used tools.” She sighed once more and looked down at Mydia. Mydia had begun to shiver.
“Mydia, what’s wrong?” Ashaedia asked her. Mydia shook her head. She was staring at the window. Mydia sees a bird sitting by the window, but to her, it feels like it’s radiating a strange energy. But to Mydia, for her body is small and but powerful, it’s a strong energy, perhaps Chaos energy. She looked up at the window to be sure. The bird was there, and in Mydia’s dragon vision, a strange blue glow was coming off the bird. Mydia looked up at Ashaedia. Her aura was powerful, and she both shined a blue and red glow. But why? Mydia always knew that one being is either made up of chaos or order energy. Why was Ashaedia giving off both order and chaos energy? But the bird was made up of loads of chaos energy. Could it be? No . . . it can’t be . . .
“Mydia!”
Hrr!
Mydia had fainted. She sank to her knees and fell forward; her wings lay flat against her back. Maylor flew to Mydia and tried waking her by blowing blue-white fire on her face. After the fire cleared, Mydia still didn’t move, but her face wasn’t burnt. Ashaedia picked up her and cradled Mydia in her arms. She sang her a beautiful song that was in another language. But the language wasn’t Japanese, Iranian, Spanish, Mexican, Chinese, or any of the modern languages used all over the world . . . it was a language used before technology was invented. It was a song passed down through generations and the song was majestic. After Ashaedia finished her song, she looked towards the window. Mydia had awakened and Maylor draped a blanket over her. And, sitting on the outside windowsill, was a small orange and yellow sparrow.