The Beautiful Little Dragon
Once upon a time, a princess gave birth to a beautiful little purple monster.
The princess was startled, though excited, and even captivated by the little creature, for it was surely her own, even though she had expected a normal human child. She didn’t know she could have a dragon baby. The princess’s primary concern was that she wouldn’t know how to properly care for her.
The prince however was overjoyed and expressed this was exactly what he was hoping for.
The princess, glad to hear that news, embraced the little purple dragon, with yellow flowers growing out of its head like tiny horns, and rosy red cheeks, and named her Flora.
As Flora grew it was apparent that although she was very sweet, and did not have a malicious, contrary bone in her little dragon body, she was very emotional, passionate, sensitive, and curious. She often climbed on things, broke things, spit fire, had trouble sleeping, and screamed and cried almost constantly if she wasn’t being actively distracted by her mother the princess.
Weary as the princess was, she loved her little dragon baby and did the best she could for her, knowing it was not the baby’s fault the situation was hard for all of them. She kept constant vigil and extinguished the small flames wherever necessary. During the day she would take the baby out for walks, exploring for hours and hours. It was the only thing that seemed to make the baby happy. And although the child was unique and a little volatile, people frequently paused to see the royal baby dragon and remarked on her little flower horns and her rosy pink cheeks, and expressed that she had the perfect name. And it made the princess happy.
Only a year later, the princess found herself expecting another baby with her husband the prince. This time however, the baby was quite normal, and looked very like the princess in terms of face, and fair skin, and hair color. And he was a boy. The second child of the royal couple was a son.
The son did not spit flames. He did not scream and cry at all hours. He slept well. And he was generally a happy child, requiring little more than to be held close for a time during the day, and then he was content on his own or to play with his sister.
Unfortunately, being part of a royal line, the family had expectations to uphold. Ceremonies were to be attended. There were priests, and fine clothing, and many witnesses to things such as coronations, baptisms, funerals, and annual celebrations. The princess found it difficult, if not impossible, to manage the little dragon princess and her brother. By the time they arrived in the carriage, the baby princess began to fuss and cry again and the princess knew she could not take her into the cathedral.
Beside herself and with tears in her eyes, she looked to her husband the prince, and said
“I don’t know what to do.“
But instead of sharing her pain, appreciating how hard she was trying for them all, or even the smallest display of sympathy...
Flames erupted from his mouth in anger.
“Well then I don’t know how to help you!“ And he stormed off.
The baby dragon in her arms began to cry, and the princess stood in shock, processing what had just happened. Her dress was scorched. Tears welled up in her eyes and spilled down her cheek..
Years went by, and the baby dragon and her brother got along surprisingly well. They shared a love of music and adventure and all the animals that lived in the forest.
Accidents would happen sometimes, as they do in any family. Small cuts and bruises from playing too recklessly with one another. The baby prince ended up with a very small burn mark above his right eye from his sister, but for the most part, all was well with them, and the family grew and adapted together. The baby princess dragon, over time, learned to accept her fire abilities, and honed them for good use, but it was not without its accidents.
These accidents and variations from normal babies angered the prince. Often, the glint of sparks flashed behind his teeth as he spoke. And sometimes, the fire spat out suddenly in big flames, and even singed the princess as before. Each time left her heartbroken, confused, and feeling very alone, with the little prince in her arms, and the baby dragon at her side, both looking to her for comfort and support, and guidance..
There had been many times when the princess attempted to get her husband, the prince, help to manage his temper, and not have it affect their children the way it was. But ultimately, he didn’t want help. He didn’t even want to admit he was able to spit flames like a dragon. He often outright denied the existence of the flames.
And the conflict grew to a point that if she expressed any discontent, or concern, or tried to address the problem, it only made things worse.
Until one day,
By this point, she hardly said anything at all. Not about problems, not about joy, not about sadness. So much had fallen on deaf ears, and she was scared, and hurt, and worried for the future, and felt sorrow. She wanted better than this for her children..
She hardly said anything at all, trying to keep her husband’s flame low.. and even that was too much.
The prince had gotten angry over discontent within the kingdom. Upon meeting the princess, his wife, he accused her of the viewpoint he opposed without hearing a word she had to say, convinced she was against him. He wouldn’t hear otherwise and shouted over her to silence her.
He advanced on her and spat flames like he never had before, and the princess was burned.
When he stormed away, she found herself, again, in tears, confused, bewildered.. and deeply injured. Her heart shattered into hundreds of thousands of pieces like an egg on the cobblestones.
It was clear, this was no place for her children, nor for herself. She no longer had a voice to defend them, and none of them were safe.
So she quietly, patiently, began to gather up all that was necessary..
And she took her children out of their castle.. and back to her little cottage in the woods, with the animals; the rabbits, the deer, the little song birds and the chimpunks.
And they toasted breads and sweets on the flames in the hearth, provided by her oldest child, the beautiful little dragon.
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