Chocobo rider
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Here is something that i wrote a few days ago.
The day I long for is far, yet in a way it seems near, or even to the extent, impossible. A childish fantasy that I have dreamt upon. Dragons, mythical beasts. They lurk in the shadows hiding from all humans, their royal blood flows through their thick veins. Their elemental breath lays dormant deep inside. Their powerful wings remain unused. They are as distant to us as we are to them. Blamed for crimes they didn't commit. What if the folklore is wrong? What if what they have been described as, beasts, creatures of death and destruction, is all wrong? Dragons are the only life forms on the planet to fly through the skies with huge scaly bodies and still be able to keep afloat. To breath the almighty element of fire, and not be a mere tool of destruction. They are Dragons! As childish as my fantasy may be, as hopeless and desperate, it is mine. Dragons would've lived in harmony with us, if they had even existed. I'm sure they would think for themselves, and not be dragged into what us humans have created, war. For they are much smarter than what we are led to believe. The reptilian beasts hold keys that unlock doorways into worlds we could never have imagined in a thousand years. Some of them still live upon us today, their loyal descendants, their messengers. Although these descendants are distorted from the original design of the classic dragon. They can still fly but cannot breathe fire. More limbs have been added and a tail still remains. Even if they mean nothing, even if their name is just a coincidence, they are the messengers of the great creatures. The ones that have been named Dragonflies. Dragonflies spread word of what idiotic things we have accomplished, or what amazing things we have achieved, they spread it to the reptilian creatures, the same creatures who are now guardians of the earth. Although this is only one story, one half of an apple, one side to a war, this is my fantasy, whether or not it was or does become true, it will be forever real to me.
The day I long for is far, yet in a way it seems near, or even to the extent, impossible. A childish fantasy that I have dreamt upon. Dragons, mythical beasts. They lurk in the shadows hiding from all humans, their royal blood flows through their thick veins. Their elemental breath lays dormant deep inside. Their powerful wings remain unused. They are as distant to us as we are to them. Blamed for crimes they didn't commit. What if the folklore is wrong? What if what they have been described as, beasts, creatures of death and destruction, is all wrong? Dragons are the only life forms on the planet to fly through the skies with huge scaly bodies and still be able to keep afloat. To breath the almighty element of fire, and not be a mere tool of destruction. They are Dragons! As childish as my fantasy may be, as hopeless and desperate, it is mine. Dragons would've lived in harmony with us, if they had even existed. I'm sure they would think for themselves, and not be dragged into what us humans have created, war. For they are much smarter than what we are led to believe. The reptilian beasts hold keys that unlock doorways into worlds we could never have imagined in a thousand years. Some of them still live upon us today, their loyal descendants, their messengers. Although these descendants are distorted from the original design of the classic dragon. They can still fly but cannot breathe fire. More limbs have been added and a tail still remains. Even if they mean nothing, even if their name is just a coincidence, they are the messengers of the great creatures. The ones that have been named Dragonflies. Dragonflies spread word of what idiotic things we have accomplished, or what amazing things we have achieved, they spread it to the reptilian creatures, the same creatures who are now guardians of the earth. Although this is only one story, one half of an apple, one side to a war, this is my fantasy, whether or not it was or does become true, it will be forever real to me.