So fly on, ride through
Maybe one day I’ll fly with you
You know what my favorite part is? The sound.
The sound you hear when you fly.
The deafening silence of the wind, and leaving the ground behind. The steady beat of the giant wings, the occasional
roar. The silence. You go above it all, leave it all behind, and
everything becomes so small, so insignificant, so precious. I’ll never forget that sound.
That is the sound of riding a dragon. Riding high above the skies, beyond the
clouds and seas. I flew once, on my
brother’s dragon. He’s old enough to
have his own, you know? And I will soon. Can you imagine? Flying your own dragon, swooping through the
world, seeing it all. Clad in armor,
spear held high, like I’m some kind of hero?!
They say that you have to train hard to tame a dragon. You have to be strong enough to hold on and
keep up, to intimidate them. But I’m not
sure it’s that easy. I mean, there’s
that one time… My brother and I were
much younger, and we found the brightest dragon you could ever imagine, greener
than any emerald.
Next thing you knew, we were up thousands of feet in the
sky, holding on to our dear lives, trying not to fall from the dragon. But you
should have seen my brother, he looked so calm, like he could know where we
would turn and bank next. It’s the most scared I’ve ever been though, I can
tell you that much.
I loved that day so much.
I want to fly with him again.
I wonder when he’ll come back?
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