The night of dragons
I just felt inspired and wrote this little thingy. It's one of the first things I ever wrote in my life so be gentle ^^
Aside from letting you know me and my thoughts and feelings better this also contains a little description of my territory
I hope you will enjoy the quick reading and may it leave you with renewed inspiration and resolution!
Any kind of feedback is really appreciated <3
It's been a long, hot day. The sun had already set behind the western cliffs from hours but the warm air that still blew across all the valley kept the temperature high. Every time it moved you could hear the swishing of fronds and admire the calming sight of the meadows, which grass bent fragile to the winds.
Nothing else moved. Almost no animals showed. No more birds in the crystal clear sky, no more horses running around, no more humans traveling their dusty paths. Only some dark brown-ish spots could be seen here and there, the sleeping herds. And the fireflies... hundreds and hundreds of beautiful fireflies with their mesmerizing dancing and light games.
Only crickets and cicadas filled the air with their usual songs. It wasn't annoying, it just took a few moments before your ears would get used to it, to then keep company to the ones who braved the night. Along with the stars. Billions and billions of white little luminaries trying their best to illuminate the dark sky. The beautiful blanket that covered the Earth, an infinite horizon of lights and shapes.
Kenith stood just out of the cave he called home, laying on his back with his wings spread on the soft grass that surrounded the entrance and extended all the way to the edge of the cliff that faced the large valley. He stared at the hypnotizing sky, connecting constellations or just meditating. It wasn't unusual for him to just lay there and think. Think about anything... his life, his friends, his adventures, his goals, his successes and failures.
He loved these moments. Loved to just relax and feel. Feel the wind upon him, the grass under his wing's membrane, he loved to feel his body, feel his muscles contracting and relaxing in his calculated motions. He loved to listen to the sounds only the night could offer.
He thought about the night, or rather, this night in particular. It inspired him, filling him with a sense of happiness and hope. This night had a great meaning for him. This was the night he would become an adult, a mature dragon. He hatched a hundred and thirty years ago and now, was the time he waited for long.
He felt full of energy. Alive. And without thinking, he began to speak:
"_This is one of those nights that makes you want to take flight ... jump in the air and rise away from everything and everyone. One of those nights where you want to be alone in the peace and tranquility of the skies around you; and think, reflect. _
_One of those nights where the only things you want to hear are the light breeze of the wind that gently touches your wings and your song, your rhythm, the beat of your strong heart. One of those special nights, where you do not anymore feel part of this world, and you fly... thoughtless, without remorse, towards what will be your future. _
_One of those nights when it feels like the sky is calling you, and you feel good only if you answer... so, without thinking about it, without asking yourself why, slowly you get up from the ground and, looking up high, you finally get away from everything that wanted to restrain you. _
_This is one of those nights you really feel alive, one of those you really feel free, one of those you can be yourself and no one can tell you anything. _
_This is your night. _
_This is MY night. _
_THIS will be the night of dragons! _"
He got up and ran towards the edge of the cliff as fast as he could. With all his strength, he jumped and with a mighty flap of his wings, he got high up in the sky and roared out loud for everyone to ear. This, was HIS night.