The Dragonet and the Barn.
Story:
[ The family of dragons landed behind an old metal barn. The father, a large green dragon with a grey underbelly, clearly knew where he was. His wife and two dragonets stood behind him watching closely.
           The father drew in a deep breath, and began prying open the metal doors with his talons. He heard the snaps of locks behind both doors before they slowly gave way. As the inside came into focus, memories began pouring into the fathers head. He pressed on, stepping into the barn while pushing the doors further apart with his wings.
           To his left, crates filled with parts sat, along with bare metal right next to them. To his right, chemicals and a large toolbox. In the front, a work bench along with more tools stood. He walked about half way through the barn, before stopping.
           The memories, were now flooding into the father’s head uncontrollably. He remembered working many times vividly. Trying to be perfect but never could. He remembered giving his all, but still, it wasn’t enough, he wasn’t enough. He could no longer fight back the tears behind his eyes. He yelled, slashing the tin wall with his right talon leaving four cut marks behind with light pouring through.
           The father sat down, his front legs trembling while he forced back the tears. Suddenly, he heard a little voice behind him.
“Daddy whats wrong?” “Daddy why are you sad?”
Just within the open doorway, his daughter stood, concern written on her face. She was only seven years old. She had her mother’s grey and blue scales along with her fathers blue eyes and a pair of frills, some of the scales turning green at the bases. The result of her father’s genes leaking through.
           She asked him once again,
“Daddy why are you sad?” “Why are you crying?”
Seeing her made the tears worsen. The father approached her, looking into her little eyes before lowering his head and embracing her with his wings.
“I’m okay…” He stuttered, “I just… I love you all so much.”
He raised his head to look her in the eyes again. He smiled at her, a couple tears still running down his face.
           From the side, his wife approached along with his son. His wife’s eyes were hazy with tears from watching. He embraced her and his other dragonet, holding his family tight.
“Your enough…” he told them “Your enough…”
After a long moment, they walked back outside, and took flight, leaving their pasts behind.]
This was one of those images that I dreamed up and it just glued itself to my brain, forcing me to create it. I do enjoy writing every now and again. As of the dragonet in the drawing, I have not come up with a name for her yet, though Im hoping to soon.
