Somewhere deep inside, down in the darkest part…
… the cold was unbearable. But something was there, something which thought it was alive.
That something was big, huge in fact – it had a robust body, two long and thick arms and two short, not very functional legs. It had no eyes, no ears, no nose and no head, only a mouth half as big as its body. Its skin resembled the muck – cold, slightly wet and sticky. This creature lived inside a cage which was under a mountain so high it couldn’t be climbed, all made out of the same muck as the one on the captive.
Annoyance, boredom, frustration, anger, hatred… all of these the creature felt and it was furious. It thundered its massive arms against the walls of the cage, it slammed and hit, it dragged and pull, it banged and squeezed all while it was roaring and hollering unintelligible, but soul piercing sounds. Despite the cold outside, the creature was boiling inside. Surely, it couldn’t have always been this way, but it couldn’t remember a thing, as if it had no memory. Its inner fire was storming in it, fueling its rampage and hate… towards itself. Even if the cage was made out of muck, the harder the creature hit, the harder the cage became, the smaller the cell shrank, the heavier the mountain above grew and the bigger and more shapeless the creature came to be.
Soon, the cell became so small and the creature so big and helpless that the captive couldn’t move. The wild and deadly flames inside slowed down and were turning to evolve into a closed, fire bomb. But before that happened, before the fire and the hatred could start preparing for hibernation, something extraordinary happened. There was a light…
High above the mountain, shone a narrow, bright light straight on the creature. The captive was bewildered and it stopped dead for a moment to enjoy the feeling of the light on itself. It stopped struggling, it ceased to roar and it relaxed. The cage walls began to soften, the creature found the feeling of the light was beautiful and so the light grew stronger and a little wider. The muck began to melt, the creature rose to its feet and stood in the light; it thought the feeling of more light was pleasant and enjoyable. The mountain of muck poured over the creature like a slowly falling cascade and when all was clear of muck, out of it emerged a small, little, feeble dragon.
It was so small and so slim it looked like a broken twig. Its neck was thin and crooked, its scales were ragged and shabby, its tail lay dead on the ground, its flimsy arms clenched close to his chest and its legs lacked power to support the virtually inexistent body weight. But his eyes… his eyes were wide, bright blue as a newborn’s and they were looking at the light.
For the first time in a long while, the dragon felt gratitude and it lowered its head easily and with effort trying to bow to the light. As it stayed with his eyes closed and head lowered, he felt an itch on its shoulders. Then he felt strength throughout its body and its tail moved. The itch in the shoulders grew. He felt energy and when he looked at its body, he noticed his neck was muscular and slender, his scales were shiny and tough, his tail was swift as lightning, his strong arms were ready, his legs were springy and he had grown a magnificent pair of wings. But his eyes… his eyes were wide, bright blue as a newborn’s and they were looking at the light. With the first flap of wings, the dragon rose much higher than the mountain of muck had once been and continued to go on, higher and stronger into the light.
Somewhere far beyond, out into the open light…
… it was warm. A beautiful dragon stood calmly on the edge of the abyss. His neck was muscular and slender, his scales were shiny and tough, his tail was swift as lightning, his strong arms were ready, his legs were springy and his wings were magnificent. But his eyes… his eyes were wide, bright blue as a newborn’s and they were freeing muck trapped souls with the light of love.
MS - Dec 2013