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They fear it. Thus, they named it dragon, for dragon is what you name something you fear. It slept, beneath the soil, hidden to sight of others. The dragon slept, but the dragon would not sleep forever. The dragon has a task, and when the dragon has a task, the dragon completes it. And it is time for the dragon to begin its new task. Waking, no one heard, for the dragon was silent in its arrival, but would not be silent in its leave. The dragon stirred and brought forth the forgotten magic, and it began, again.
She rolled her eyes. Jamie had forgotten to do her work again, and this time her friend, Amy, would not let her copy it. She had argued that she had lent Amy her notes and homework for math and science, but Amy did not waver so much as once, and turned her down again. Sitting back, she prepared for her insane English teacher to go beserk on her. Had she known the real weight placed upon her shoulders, she would of been worrying about something much greater then herself. But, alas, as all candidates for the dragon, she knew nothing of the forces that would form and mutate her world.
Ms. Linha, their English teacher, walked over looking for the children's homework. Seeing Jamie's desk the only one without homework, she took her into the hall and yelled at her. Jamie rolled her eyes. It was the second time out of the whole year and she still got a negative response. Figures. No teacher really liked her.
The dragon looked at the five chosen ones. Four were so incompadible with the old ways that they would never be able to complete the task. The dragon looked to the final one, hoping that the mystere did not go mad. Seeing her, in such a rage at all who were around her, made her the perfect candidate. The dragon roared, and the ground beneath the feet of man shook. And it shook with such a force, that it opened above the dragon. The first time the dragon had seen light in thousands of years, and it was creased with dimming and poising smoke. The dragon cursed the day the mystere created the foul ones. Those unloving humans that forget and refuse to remember. The dragon flew out the crack and stretched its wings for the coming battle.
Jamie walked out of school with her head down. She reminded herself not to give Amy her homework or notes until she made it up to her. Period. Jamie began her long walk home. It would be a great day for a walk, so bright and clear. She felt a strange sense of clearity ever since that weird shaking began, and she found she was not afriad of her fate at home nor at school anymore. She walked, carefreely, down the streets to her home.
Something small, tiny caught her eyes. She turned to see a small lizard on the ground. Within a second, it was on her shoulder. She was surprised that she didn't scream. Somehow this creature was here to help. There was nothing to fear.
"Come, this way," the creature chirped. "Waiting, the dragon is. The dragon has waited for this time for eternity. You must be taken immediately to the dragon. There is little time."
With that, Jamie was wisked away. The dragon met her there, face to face. Jamie then learned, in that instance, of all the times and places the dragon had been, and had dreamed of and it hit her with such a force that she remembered it like a dreamed, and dreamed it all over again.
Had the dragon tested her, had the dragon not been to hasty perhaps the dragon would have escaped the true fate it was born with. But the dragon gave Jamie the power. The dragon taught her of magic, of other lands, of true peace, of the real dragons. He sent her to spread this, to teach it.
Her fame came with power. and, as it is with humans, with power comes corruption. And so the dragon looked upon its own student and frowned. The dragon was wrong. but it would be made right.
Thus the dragon layed a spell upon itself decreeing that it shall not wake until someone of pure heart and soul of magic was born.
The dragon never woke again.
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