The Echo Of Evermore

A Cozy Dragon Story

It was within the first rumble of alabaster wings that the moon shed her curtain of clouds to gaze upon the face of the child who would soon roam her skies. She watched through a veil of stars as it shook its slender head, turning those strangely beaded eyes upon the night world with a wonder reserved for the newest, most curious of creatures.

It tottered on brand new legs, weight enough to shake mountains, sound loud enough to clap back the tides she worked so hard to protect. With its first cries, time and space bent, ready to comfort the creature with the magic of worlds and the dust of stars. It was a thing of enchanted beauty, pearly scales slick with the weave of moss, head held high as it gazed up at her with a longing so acute it took her breath away.

Many words have been used to describe dragons during her lifetime. All of them had been wrong. The child was not malicious or benevolent; it did not weep for the sorrows of men or sing to the sound of their destruction. It was no tool to be used for the conquering of kingdoms or the granting of wishes. It was not a beast meant to be tamed, nor was it entirely wild.

It was the child of the earth, the guardian of the skies. As it grew, it rode the seas with its wing tipped into the spray, refracting honeyed light across the waters that dazzled the fish and quieted the wind.

It spoke no words and carried no song, blending seamlessly into the make of the world with a silence that allowed all else to be magnified. Upon its breath, legends were formed. Stars were plucked from constellations to create the cape of silvery mist that clung to its sloping back.

The dragon became known as Evermore, the creature of quiet life and unfurling possibility. Its talons held together the thread of suns and the turn of oceans. Its wonder became the ethereal feeling of floating, the rush of a brook as it spilled over the edge of a basin, the smell of home only found in unfamiliar places.

And the moon? She became a beacon, a voice of reason as the dragon took to her skies at night. She learned to trust Evermore with the change of the tides and the pull of her light, holding them loosely as it learned how to become one with things beyond the realm of earth.

She became its mother, and it, her child, forever dancing together among the stars, playing hide and seek as all else stilled to watch.

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