The Dragon and the Moon


In days of old before knights were bold, much magic still was made, by witches brewing spells in pots that broiled up steam hotter than a baking sun and, once their spells were cast, well…. much of the time, they could never be undone.
A king lived in a castle, an eccentric, angry man, but he loved and lived there with his wife and Orlund, their only son.
Nights were dark and cold, no humans ventured out, for the rules were those of the king’s, of that there was no doubt, leaving the dragons to come from their lairs to freely roam with ease and faeries who would dance… and play among the trees.

The handsome prince Orlund…a very curious young man at this, left the castle to explore those lands that would one day, be his.
While riding through the thickets of the forrest deep, Fleet, his faithfull horse, stumbled and of course, immediately following, off his master tumbled, hit his head then fell asleep. Fleet grew scared, tossed his head and bolted leaving his master Orlund lost, inside a world of dreams.
Time passed and…
Silent, she hesitated at first, in the fast diminishing light, unsure what to make of such rarity …this mortal, within sight.
Luna of the Fae, non more beautiful than she…or, so the fables say, seeing blood upon his brow, bannished all thoughts of harm, knelt beside the sleeping man, gently took his hand, and, enjoying the warmth held it to her chest.

Orlund awoke to the most beautiful vision he knew he’d ever seen, began drinking in her beauty…. still thinking it a dream. When she spoke, her voice was as music in his ears, and Orlund fell in love as her smile allayed his fears.

Tears fell from her eyes as they gazed into his own pools, and sparks ignited between them, they were lovers at first sight, and this love would be so true.

Entranced… Orlund brushed the blood away and then he slowly stood, he took her in his arms and together they did sway, the moment was to last a lifetime, forever and a day.
Safe with Luna by his side she led him through the trees, bought him once more to the castle …when each of them did freeze.

The king was stood there fuming, his anger would not be contained. How could this faery fiend bewitch his son this way! He swore an oath to end it, right here, right now, before this end of day. He’d brought with him all the witches and with their combined might, had poor Luna changed into a great big ball of light…. then, sent her to the stars.

Despair took hold of Orlund, he felt his heart ripped out, he knew he’d never live without her, so he took a dagger and drove its blade in deep, knowing that now, they would never be apart.

Beside himself with grief, the king looked to the witches, begged them please …to save his son, promising them all his riches.

The witches conspired as Orlund lay there dying, to cast one more mighty spell and bring him back from dead but, to do this they told the king he would have to become a dragon, because dragons live forever, unlike his mortal son, who had just then tasted death.

Quickly the king agreed and, amidst a tumultous clap of thunder Orlund became a dragon, who, quickly roared to life with fire breathing air.
His memory still intact, he stretched out magnificent wings and flew off in all haste… without ever looking back.

Heading straight up to the sky, his wings took him up …oh so high.
Higher than the heighest heights and, headed for the brightest light.
He would be there soon, determined that once he was, he’d never leave her side.

And, when Luna’s night is full, if you look long and hard enough, maybe you too one day will see….

The Dragon and the Moon.

For those who believe….

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*A happy ending.. kind of…. lol
 

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Dragon Tales

Once upon a time of old
when the world was filled with majick
dragons roamed the earth at will
and,
even odder creatures, still.

Everything seemed so normal
and yet,
nothing was as it seemed.

Witches brewed and stewed
their mix and wizards
cast their spells
Ah, ’twas a time only the bold
or fools would dare to
venture out without a care
for fear of all the
mischief and vexing dragon’s
moods.

But, a young maiden
sweet, fair and full of
life’s own fire decided
she would not be cowed
and vowed to roam the
meadows at will, as free
as those they all feared
she would not be scared.

She left her family
and villagers aghast
ignoring all they had to say

‘No, no, no’
thrice no, she cried
determined she’d have her way.

Out she skipped and soon
was free to roam the
meadows as she pleased.
Waist high in grasses which
moved and swayed
she skimmed the flower tops
and played, dreaming the day away.

But as the daylight began to go
she knew she too
must turn for home

When hence there came a
piercing scream from the sky
and all in a gust of smoke
and wings she was suddenly
plucked from the field
and whisked away
never to be seen again .

The moral of this tale of woe
is to heed the elders
them folks who knows
so much more than you
even thinks you know
you know.

~*~

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As this was the Brothers Grimm and most of their tales never had a happy ending, mine didn’t either because not all fairy tales end happily ever after, do they?
I had some fun with this

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