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Dragons II

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The car passed through the gap in the mountains and then they saw it, in all its vastness, the ocean, drawing the eye away from the rugged, arid landscape all the way to the horizon, to the blue. To the edge of the earth where you where unsure what was sky and what was sea. It was magnificent.

They continued along the coast road for ten minutes hoping for a glimpse, hoping that the stories heard for years over countless numbers of pints would be true. The story of the dragon. How when the winds changed direction and blew up the side of the cliff, out from his cave would come the creature, out from his hibernation to stamp his footprint back on the earth.

Up and down the valley they searched, their eyes desperately following every movement in their view and then… they saw it. The air changed, became cold, the sun brightened piercing the eyes of the travellers making them squint for a moment. The Dragon roared, the sound boomed across the valley and out to the sea, the cliffs shook with the vibration and the Dragon soared into the sky, twisting, spinning and stretching its every limb. Then it was gone, as it crossed from one blue to another, it vanished, gone… as if it were just a cloud.

Wave

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The stage banked up, hit the apex, then dipped back down to the crowd, thousands of them standing calling his name, waiting with a nervous energy. For some this would be the first time, for others they had seen him many times before, but his level of fame was extra ordinary.

He walked from his dressing room up the stairs to where I stood, his daughter on my shoulders, as he approached his dressing gown was removed, the cup of tea taken from his hand and a guitar placed over his shoulder. He approached, smiled, kissed his daughter on her forehead and walked towards his fans.

They had been chanting his name for the last half an hour, but as his head appeared over the banked stage the energy switched, from a noise it became a physical force, a wind, a power. A power I had never experienced even from a physical object and it was generated purely by the screams of his adoring public. Their voices, chanting in unison, created a wind and it blew me away.

I staggered backwards, he raised his hand to the sky, clicking his finger, then stood motionless for a moment absorbing the energy, lowered his eyes from the crowd and strummed his guitar.