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A Dragon’s Epilogue
Two human boys saved me once. Young and foolish at the time, I swam one too many days. I fainted and washed ashore in my weakened human form. The boys rescued me and cared for me until I regained my strength.
I smiled at the remembrance of the two boys’ reactions when they first discovered I wasn’t human, but a dragon. I became great friends with the two boys. I’d take them flying on occasion. Their sounds of excitement still echo in my mind.
I am now aged, worn and about to pass from this earth. I returned to the island where I met the boys, landing amongst their village’s ruins. My talons dug into the dry, compact earth. My white scales reflected the vast, empty wasteland that now consumed the once prosperous fisherman island.
“A pleasure to meet you Toan, I am Murmur,” I said taking the boy’s hand in mine. And we both shook.
Toan’s auburn eyes reflected in my violet, inhuman eyes. “Likewise, Murmur,” he replied smiling at me.
I studied the night sky, basking in the cool air. As I was about to speak, a carnivorous, loud roar of starvation erupted from my stomach, disrupting the peace. I sheepishly ducked my head.
“Looks like we need to find you something to eat,” he said glancing down at me who was drowning in self-embarrassment.
I sat in front of the campfire while Toan scavenged his small, canvas tent. A small breeze tickled my back. My nostrils flared as I smelt the air. Someone is walking this way, a single man. I stiffened in alarm but I didn’t say anything. It might be Toan’s fellow villager. My alertness soon shattered when I heard the stranger’s voice callout from a distance:
“Hey Toany-tuna! Is little miss good-looking awake yet?”
My eyebrows furrowed in disbelief. Toan and I were the only ones here. Toan shot out of the tent and laughed awkwardly.
“Forgive my friend. He’s an idiot of the purest kind,” he remarked.
The stranger continued ranting:
“Hey Toany! Why are you so quiet? You’re being very rude for not answering me!”
Toan disregarded him and grabbed the pots hanging beside his tent.
“Aha! I get it! You naughty boy! I knew you couldn’t keep your hands off that pretty bunny! You finally gave into your manly cravings didn’t you boy? Keeping her all to your-”
He was cut off by Toan’s angry shouting:
“Shut up you perverted fool! You disgrace our entire village! Just turn back and go home!” Toan’s cheeks blushed red with irritation.
My face reddened as well. The stranger erupted in a huge fit of laughter. I smiled, but the stranger’s reaction only annoyed Toan more.
“Oh, don’t be that way! I brought some fish to feed your boyish appetite my Toany-tuna and possibly that new girlfriend of yours. I take it she’s up?”
Before Toan could retort, I answered:
“I am!” I will stop this.
The stranger didn’t reply. Toan glanced at me, and I smiled at him.
“Don’t worry about it. It’s not the first time I have been referred to in such unpleasant terms,” I stated.
“If he offended you, I will make him apologize,” he kindly urged.
“If he’s your friend, I shall forgive him.”
Toan chuckled at my comment.
“Yeah, sadly he is my friend. How on earth did that happen? I don’t have the slightest clue. Maybe I am his only friend?” he asked himself aloud.
I laughed at his expressed dilemma.
“Hey, I have many friends!” a voice called from behind Toan.
Toan turned to face his friend, an older, stockier boy.
“I bet you do,” Toan sarcastically stated. Toan and his friend began to bicker, pointing out one another’s incompetence.
I listened, grinning and having no part. Toan’s friend held a rod with fish attached.
Toan’s friend noticed me observing him, but I quickly looked away.
“Oh, so what is your name miss?” he asked ignoring a frustrated Toan.
“I’d like to ask you the same thing,” I politely remarked.
He shoved the fish into Toan’s arms and trotted over to me.
“Forgive me, miss. I have been rude and out of place,” he gracefully kneeled in front of me, taking my right hand into his. He kissed the backside.
“My name is Ronan. I truly apologize for my earlier insolent comments,” he said tenderly, petting the backside of my hand. He had handsome, pale green eyes. “Has my Toany been treating you well? I sure hope so. If he ever puts his hands on you, because I know he cannot control those urges a pubescent boy has from time to time, let me know and I will deliver him a prompt kick in the pants,” he continued.
I let out a small laugh. I never met a human with such an eccentric character. Ronan grinned excitedly.
“Don’t let him fill your head with lies, Murmur,” Toan stated while cutting the fish off the rope. “You’ll inflate his colossal, moronic ego.”
“Murmur, huh? Beautiful name!” After stating his compliment Ronan snapped his attention to Toan, “Shut up and cook away, tom-girl! Can’t you see I’m having a great conversation with this gorgeous young lady?”
“At least I know how to cook and fend for myself! You lazy sea cow!”
Ronan gasped, letting go of my hands. “I happen to like sea cows!” Ronan declared.
“Well maybe it’s because you’re just like them! Useless, pathetic and you never stop eating!”
They then scuffled in a playful brawl. We later had dinner together thanks to Toan and none to Ronan. We grew old together, but being an enchanted being, my life outlasted theirs. I loved them.
I rested on the aged cliff in which we first met. The world rotted in the last five hundred years, so nothing remained of the humans. I’ve come to watch places and people fade. I closed my tired, violet, dragon eyes, waiting for my heart to stop.
Kaylene Jay Big Knife is from the Chippewa Cree Tribe located on the Rocky Boy’s Indian Reservation in Montana and is currently attending the Institute of American Indian Arts in Santa Fe, New Mexico. Although Kaylene plans to transfer to the field of aviation in the next year to become a pilot and mechanic, she also plans to continue creating art and writing stories. Kaylene’s creative interests include two-dimensional animation, illustration, storytelling, beading, piano, mixed-media art, and cats.