Flying through the sky
Maybe even months
Unsure of the exact
Time has lost its purpose for me
Being unable to correctly guess it.
I Once could
But that was a long time ago.
When you have lived for as long as I have
Time seems to
One year seeming more like a day
Hundreds of years feeling like a long nap.
But you know
These weeks have not been like that.
They have been the opposite
Let this pain go away.
I do not want it
Have I not been through enough
Why must I live like this
Why do I have to suffer.
Why am I
As I flew
I found myself trapped.
Trapped inside my own head
I need to escape.
I do not want this.
Trying to flee
I scanned my environment
Flying above, looking for
To take my attention.
Soon, I found myself above the Fauns city.
High, high above
No mere mortal eyes could ever wish to see me.
But I could see them.
Clear as day
Even as it was night.
The Fauns were moving around wildly
Going from house to house
Never staying outside for long.
Feeling unsatisfied, I searched for that little morsel
That little Faun
No longer little.
The one who had promised me subjects
Something to occupy my time with.
But as I stared down into the still smoking building that housed the chamber
The place where everything had gone to hell
Where she did a horribly stupid mistake.
I could see many elders gathered
And from the way they were pointing
They did not seem to be united
Looking more like the opposite.
The Faun, who were no longer little, was still alive.
The Human seemed fond of her-
Nothing for me here
I did say I would give her time
Time to convince her fellow Fauns.
Or did I?
Seems time is not the only thing you forget.
Thinking about subjects
Was there not a lizardmen tribe underneath that mountain?
They usually came with offerings.
I could go to them.
See what trouble I could stir up.
With that, I flew away from the city.
Flying straight towards the mountain.
In my path.
I noticed something
Or rather, I have noticed many things.
I’m not usually this observant
So I have come to see a great many things.
But this “thing”
It was special
Was a writhing, moving ball of rats.
From where I flew, they looked small.
But distance betrayed actual size
As the moving ball of writhing rats were bigger than even the Fauns city
Numbering in the hundreds of thousands
If not millions.
What an interesting sight
I wonder what they are doing?
Maybe I should follow
If they continue forwards, they will arrive at the Fauns city
That would indeed create an interesting situation.
It would not be interesting enough
It would be beneath me to go back now that I have already decided on a destination.
I do not want to go back
I might see the hum-
I was met with flying wyverns
Creatures of respect
Copies of us dragons
Mutated through magic
Evolved through time.
Wyvarn’s lacked many things that we dragons had
They only had two legs instead of our, obviously superior, four.
And sporting wings instead of legs
Where we had four legs and wings.
The other thing they lacked
Was there below average intellect.
I mean compared to us Dragons
Compared to any other creature, they were very smart.
They lacked the verbal or telepathic powers to communicate with others
They were highly social.
Never staying in groups less than four, if possible
Also, staying faithful to one partner for the rest of their life.
I have even heard of empires that tame wyverns
Using their very social nature to their advantage.
I spit on such thoughts.
We Dragons would never submit ourselves to such a faith.
Only other Dragons can rule Dragons.
And only Dragons may have a Dragon partner.
Even though there existed
Let us call them.
The flying wyverns were following me
Trying to get my attention.
Something that was unfortunately very common
For wyverns lacked one important thing that distinguished them from us Dragons
The one thing that they wished for
The one thing that their forefathers had wished for
The reason that wyverns existed in the first place.
A thought so laughable that even gods felt pity for them
Giving them the gift of undeath
Of age never being a problem
That is not immortality
For wounds can still hurt
A while later
I found myself over the great old forest
A forest older than even me
Existing in the times of gods
Just like me...
Maybe not exactly like me
One of those great trees was felled by the human
She holds great power-
Look down there.
The path of the fallen tree has created a big clearing.
Giving us flying creatures a chance to peer down the massive forest
And see something spectacular.
A mass of moving flesh
Of slimy scales glittering in the sun
Of lizardmen marching.
Is that not the lizards that lived beneath my mountain?
If they are
They have multiplied
Going from maybe a hundred
To what I see now.
The little I can see from the clearing
Tells a story of many
A story about maybe a hundred thousand lizards
Marching towards the stone lands
And then towards the Fauns city.
To think that me, merely sleeping, would yield such an army
I am truly something great.
Creating armies in the dark
Without even knowing it.
Can gods do that?
No they cant
Yes, I am the best
The most powerful
I can do anything.
Flying past the lizard army
I sped up
Leaving the wyverns behind me.
Screeching and firing their magic into the air
Sounding as if they were in despair.
Flying faster and faster
Stopping in front of my mountain
A large gaping hole in its side
Big enough for me to fit
For a much smaller human.
I huddled up
Head resting on two legs
Curling up into a ball
Letting out a small sigh of fire.
Home at last
It has been a weird journey.
I will sleep
And all the pain will be gone
Centuries will pass
And everyone will be dead.
And I will remain
That is how things should be
How it should end.
I am sorry Human,
Liked you, and I wish we could have been
An eye opened
A thought formed
This ca not end like this
This is not the end.
Far from it
Comparing this to all other times
I can still fix this
She is still alive
I can still
Oh how I hate that word