Every once in a while – a strong character emerges from my little bits of flash fiction, and decides to stick around after the story is written. They generally add to the chorus of little voices in my head. Every once in a great while, they meet in the landscape of my dreaming mind, and cause all sorts of trouble.
The Dragon has been around since this winter – nattering in my ear and occasionally breathing new tales of his ancient race to my concious mind. Dutifully, I jot these leavenings down.
A bit a go, he met up with Bug – another very strong character who emerged from the rough streets, and has been enjoying herself intently in the darker corners of my mind. As you can see – they have now had the opportunity to meet. What trouble will they get into next?
Dragon Memoirs – A Rather Curious Bug
My daily sojourn – to connect with the essence of the world and keep apprised of the human collective – was met today with a rather remarkable occurrence. I had the opportunity to cross paths with a rather curious bug.
A slight, soft, little half-grown human with abilities decades beyond her physical years caught my inner eye. She blends into her environment as easily as I do, manufacturing personae at will to appear helpless and weak – tactics successfully employed to extract enough wealth from the comfortable to survive.
It wasn’t this pitiable personae which stirred my inner sight, though. Rather, it was the warp she had stitched into place around her.
Imagine my surprise – here before me stands a human child who, with no formal training or even a clear understanding of the energies surrounding all life, masterfully weaves the Earth’s Song to do her bidding.
A human child – weaving the magics of the Dragons.
I was so stunned by the feel of magics not my own, I almost missed the gun she withdrew from her clothing.
She sleeps now, and will continue to do so, until certain questions are answered.
Why was this child – this Master of the Street known only as Bug, turned into a weapon and aimed at me?