A Dragon's Birth

With a last effort from his strong back legs succeded the little creature to come out from his shiny shell. The light that he got in his eyes when he opened them was shocking strong, so different from the warm, velvety darkness that enveloped him for thousands of years. The creature crowled out from his shell with a flexibility that you don't think that kind of an animal could hold. He rolled contentedly around in the yellow grass and then streched his warm burgundy body with a happily snorting, after that the strong sunlight not longer bothered him. The figure began at once to remove the minimal tracks of the impenetrable shell that previously covered all of his already so muscular body. After that did he immediately start to lick his already so shiny fjäll, so they within the space of just a few minutes shone even more. When the small creature was done, he spontaneously jumped into the air with a little howl. The feeling of beeing able to move his body freely in that way was overwhelming, and he happily spun a few laps throw the air in pure delight, so the leaves that layed beside him on the ground were flying around and the grass gave way during the gusts. He just flew around for a few seconds before a different thought popped into his head, and he bounced awkwardly down on the soft ground that was completley covered by last year's grass.  The figure turned his head in wonder, staring wide-eyed at his beautiul, almost translucent bright red wings. He flabbed doubtful them a couple of times, so the warm brown and orange leaves that layed on the gound fluttered away, and landed a few feet away from him. The creature flabbed with his wings again, but then with much more strength, and suddenly he saw the world from the air again. He was surprised, but he had a happy expression on his face at the same time. The thoughts about that he could fly was certainly there, far, far back in his subconscious, but the reflection of all the things he could do with a pair of wings was the cause that he lost his concentration and fell down on the damp ground, which resulted with a little earthquake after his landing. He surprisley shook himself, and started right away to take the small leaves away that had stuck on his legs and shiny belly. It was a hard work, and when he tried to reach one of his backlegs he suddenly lost his balance, something he of course wasn't prepared for. He made a slight backward somersault, and saw how the land svished past his eyes in a few seconds. Once again, he sat down on the leave-covered ground, which he noticed by himself.  The creature bounced up again with an irritated little snortling, and then crept sheepishly away from the tranquil glade towards the primeval forest. All the trees were hundreds of years, and their crooked branches bent down to the mossy ground, only because of their age and thousands of different spells.
Because he was little afraid of getting his paws dirty, he quickly found a down-trodden path that he could walk on instead of the horrible, dirty meadow. On his small stroll throught the large forest glade he saw lots of intresting things. Around him jumped small brownspeckled rabbits, and they were busy to eat grass from the ground. This started his hunting instincts, and he bounced expectanly towards the tiny rabbits in the tall yellow and green grass. He crept gently the last twenty meters, protect by the high autumn grass. Suddenly, he took a great leap trought the air, and flew down to the place where the rabbits were. He twisted his head surprisely and looked into the dark forest, but the bunnies were already far away. The creature sat disappointed down on a stone, and began to lick one of his paws with great concentration, and looked embarrassed around. When he realized that nobody had seen him, he danced up and did little hopping steps towards the woods were the rabbits had dissapeared, leaving the once so tranquil glade behind him.

A dragon was born, and the world would never be the same again.





Written by Anna Åsenhed 2009