Man

She started crying so much he had to stop the car. He held her face between his large hands (so softly, it didn't match) and deeply looked inside her eyes, attempting to reach something.

Innocent, she looked back. 

She never tried to enter his sight, but ended up losing herself in its first corner. 

*sight*

There was a whole world inside your eyes. Dark black (if there is such a thing), like an abyss, into wich I just wanted to throw myself.

Scared, I think I never did.

The end was near and we knew it.
However, the scared human beings kept contructing barricades and gathering food for future days. I couldn't understand: they brought it upon theirselves. It didn't matter, anyway.

The torture chambers were of moral intention. There was no s"torturer"; There were gardens of rich and dark greens and wooden bridges - but - never water. People would walk, like childs playing hide and seek, until they get stuck on sharp blades and rusty spikes and nails, like a fly in a web. The spider would come as fire. Small and imperceptible, fastly spreading, merging it's yellows and reds to the almost black blood.

(Even inside the dreams, the screams scare us when we wake up).

I came back to the apartment. You (obvioulsy) never gave me the key, but there, it belonged to me and I found unusual you didn't change the lock.

I did not turn on the lights, just passed through the kitchen and restroom - black shadows and silhouettes apprehensive to what was to happen. The corridor was very long and "our" room was the last one. My hand went down the blanket to feel your warmth, but what I felt was the breathing of two people and the long hair of your new mate.
I ran away, trying to reach the exit before you get up, but soon after going throught the front door, your hand closed around my right arm.


"What happened?" you said.
Closed my eyes and took a deep breath.
"You came here, in the middle of the night, because you wanted to chat?" her voice was sweet but sarcastic. It entered my chest like a knife.
"No, I believe there is a much greater reason" I answered, sincere and much more kind then I actually would be.
"Oh yes, your pen, isn't it?"

She disappeared between the shadows and you kept in silence, slowly closing the door. I nodded, and tried to reach you with my eyes in vain.

Later, your mate would give me back my wooden pen, destroyed, with letters burned with anger on it. And she would be certain and very fierce to say she didn't know it was a piece of much value to me. Sarcastic.

The end really was near and you didn't wanted to answer my calls. Finally you picked up and sighted.

Impatient.

Spirit

That day in the city, every young boy was seen holding a treasure. For anyone who looked at them, it would seem they were stealing from the bank or a jewelry store. Some of them tried to hide them inside their pockets, but everyone could hear the sound of stones and see the tip of feathers going up and down as they walked very fastly.

The boys were gathering somewhere.

There was a cave outside the city, not so far from the gates. And it was supposed to be a very dark, wet and unattractive place for a person to stay in. But it wasn't. The month before, every young boy in the city helped to turn it into a room. Not a proper room, but there were wood planks pretending to be floor, there was fabric attached to the cold gray walls and there were old cushions and pillows for them to sit. And the older of the boys who happened to be the richest of them brought ten oil lanterns to light the place.

The boys arrived. One by one, all alone, they went to the deepest place of the cave. Step by step, they entered the darkness. The feet hesitating, wanting to go back, not sure where to go because it was impossible to see. Finally, when they found out the farest place their bravery could allow them to go, they stoped and left the treasure on the floor. And then, they went back. Though it was the same path, following the light to the entrance of the cave seemed much shorter than the way in.

The youngest of them had blonde hair -a dark gray blonde hair-; and blue eyes -shiny blue-silvered eyes. And he was the first to enter the cave. The other boys didn't know, but he was also the bravest of them all.

That day, he was the only one who went so deep in the cave he was able to feel the air getting warmer and comfortable. He was the only one that heard something sliding on the floor, coming slowly into his direction. And yet he wanted to stop and run back even forgetting to leave the treasure kept in his hands, he continued to walk. Shaking. But he walked until he feel a warm wind (it smelled like sulfur) coming from ahead, breathing. That moment, he understood there was something living inside the cave.

That day, he was the only one who saw the dragon.

At begining the boy did not understand how was he able to actually see the dragon. But it wasn't so dark anymore. Bright light coming from the walls illuminated all around, he realised they were made of pure gold with bright, translucid, colored and probably precious stones encrusted on it. The dragon snored trying to catch back the attention and scarying the boy. It was red, the size of a dog and if it weren't for the wings on his back (tiny, black burned, with a few feathers) he would have thought it was an unknown species of lizard. He noticed there were wooden toys bound to the ceiling, dog fur, and shoe laces.... Suddenly, the dragon stood onto his back paws and sat, crossing the arms. His thin tongue, purple-red, parted in half on the tip, came out like the tongue of a snake, smelling the prey. He started to examine his nails, looking bored. He spoke in a boyish voice as if he himself seemed to be just a child.

They talked.

He knew the boy's name was Morgan and that he was born in the forest because her mother tried to run away from his father and got lost in the woods. The day after, she came back to the city and never tried to run away again because her doubts vanished when her husband held her in his arms and she knew she was loved. The dragon also knew the reason Morgan was able to find him inside the cave was not bravery. Because being brave means fighting against the fears. And the boy wasn't scared because he didn't know what to expect. Morgan wanted to ask a lot of questions. But he didn't. He couldn't. And then, when time came, the dragon told him to go back to the entrance of the cave. "I am with you" he said when the boy started to walk. He entered once again in the shadows but not before catching the glimpse of a silver necklace stuck in the wall and it was much alike her mother's...  The youngest of the boys went back and sat with the other one over the pillows and watched them diving into the darkness one by one, scared and shaking.

Morgan didn't know the next year he wouldn't be able to go so deep inside the cave. He didn't know every young boy in the city has met a dragon. And they were never ever able to meet them again.