The Legend of Alexandros: Belen (26 page)
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Authors: Mr. A. C. Hernandez
Raphael journeyed to the marshlands to find the centaurs, and together as a nation they rebuilt their society. In time Raphael became a true king; his laws were fair and his people cherished him. Raphael soon fell in love with a most lovely centaur woman; together they had four children. The first boy was named Raphael; the second, a girl, was named Anna; and then twin boys were named Simon and Tobias. Ralphael and his wife lived in Ezdacir and maintained contact with their human friends, Alexandros and Elora.
Alexandros returned home to Souvaolo. He rebuilt his family’s home—and his entire village. It took many years, but with help from others, he completed the task, and Souvaolo was resurrected. Elora and Alexandros married right away and in time had twin boys named Mabruk and Vincent; together, they raised three children. They never told baby Adina they were not truly her parents; all that mattered was that they were a family. Winston remained with his human and lived in a home beside Alexandros’ home that was built special just for him. Bixbin also lived in Souvaolo. During the battle he’d been tragically blinded in his left eye—but this did not stop him from becoming the most sought-out blacksmith the world has ever known.
One stormy night, the old woman Gertrude stumbled upon Souvaolo with friends she found wandering astray near untamed lands not too far from Ovunas. She and her wanderers with the blessings of Alexandros remained in Souvaolo where she became the village innkeeper. Alexandros and Elora lived in their village for many winters and had several grand journeys that followed.
The End…
How he learned to fly…
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Long ago on a valley top a special egg was laid; the egg was off-white with light purple speckles. The mother of the very special egg was a most beautiful Dragon; she had no name and was a rare breed of Dragon, known as an ice Dragons since it lived in the snowy valley hilltops. Her clan made its home in a valley near the high wintery mountains where the Dragons were able to fly and live without much noise or interruption of the human world. She reached close to twenty feet in length, although her breed was able to control its growth rate. She was all white like the snow that fell upon their mountains. Her wings had a lovely light-blue inner lining, and her eyes were like two light-blue sapphires with specks of purple. Her long lilac-colored mane fell down her back; on her head were two long black horns. Every Dragon in her clan was snow white in color, but Dragon eyes all had their own special colors—every color imaginable, but for the color purple.
Her nest, on a hill top close to the snowy mountains, was filled with leaves and made up of dry mud and clawed-down trees. She had but one egg, and it was her first. For so long she’d been unable to bear children; once she had this one, she took such grand care of it.
On a night when it began to snow lightly, she felt her egg slowly begin to move beneath her. She carefully backed away and watched joyfully as the egg began to hatch. First popped out a tail, then both back legs, followed by both front legs— until, finally, a little head poked out. The baby appeared somewhat lost as it looked around. The mother gently licked her baby clean. The baby giggled and squirmed and looked up to his mother…with the most marvelous purple emerald eyes.
“Hello, my child…” she said in a soothing tone. “What joy you are to me; you are the most beautiful hatchling to ever come to be, my dear.”
The baby began to slowly break completely from the egg. The baby stood on all fours and wobbled as he walked around his nest; he tripped and fell as he tried to walk on his own. The baby Dragon sat almost puppy-like and looked up to his mother with his eyes wide open. She wrapped her tail gently around her baby who climbed onto her snout and curled into a ball. The baby shut his eyes and drifted off to sleep for the remainder of the night.
The sun rose the next morning to several newborn Dragons. The valley fields soon filled with baby ice Dragons. Mothers soared high in the sky with their children who had already at birth learned to fly.
“Come dear, it is not at all difficult to fly. Just flap your wings and allow the winds to lift you.”
“Mother, I cannot do this. It is much too hard to do,” the baby Dragon said with a squeaky voice.
“It is not hard, my child. Watch as I do it.”
The mother Dragon leaped into the air and soared into the sky. The child watched on as his mother flew high above him. He rapidly flapped his tiny wings, but could not seem to rise off the ground. Disappointment filled his face.
“Mother, I cannot do this…can I be a land Dragon?” The new born asked in a squeak. “You will fly, in your own time,” she said, upon returning to the nest. “I am most positive of it.”
His mother rested that day; she remained in the nest while her newborn explored the valley. He looked on in awe as he saw a huge frozen creek. Dragons were poking holes into the ice to allow them to drink, but the newborn was much too tiny for that, so he moved on. He skipped along, looking everywhere, taking it all in as he passed through the valley top. He came across the edge of the valley; the canyon below was a far long drop, and his eyes widened as he looked down. He flicked a small pebble from the ground and watched it fall into the canyon. He began to back away slowly when another baby dragon bumped him from behind. This baby Dragon had sapphire eyes and, like all ice Dragons, was all white.
“Hello,” the newborn said to the sapphire Dragon. “Are you exploring, too?”
“I come to fly. My father teach me early this morning to fly off the edge.” The Sapphire Dragon said with pride.
“Father?” The newborn asked.
“Yup, my father teach me…do you not a have a father? Well, if you do not have a father, then I guess not every baby Dragon is special enough to have a father.” The sapphire Dragon said very snappy.
The newborn’s eyes filled with tears. “Am I not special then…?”
“Nope. I guess not. But maybe some other Dragons father can teach you to fly one day. You may have to wait until they teach their own baby to fly first, though.”
“I have to go back to my nest…” said the newborn. “My mother is needing me now…”
The walk back to his nest was filled with sorrow. The green grass from the valley was now meaningless; it did not have the same earlier feeling of wonder. The tall hills and trees that had made him smile only made him cry, as he watched fathers teaching their sons to fly from the top of the trees. When he reached his nest he curled into a ball and drifted off into a deep sleep. He slept for the remainder of the day. That night he stared at the stars.
“What bothers you, my child?” His mother laid her head beside him.
“Mother…am I special?”
“Of course, you are. Why would you ask such a thing?”
“A dragon baby told me I am not special because I have no father. Why do I not have a father?”
His mother smiled at him. “You indeed do have a father. He lives high in those hilltop caves. He is the clan leader and comes down every now and then to check upon everyone.” His mother pointed to the caves at the top of the hills that wrapped around the valley. “If you wish to see him sooner all you need to do is fly straight over there…he will surely welcome his only son.”
The newborn smiled with a determined look; he went to sleep wrapped in his mother’s tail and slept till the sun rose in the sky.
The morning came quickly, and before his mother woke, the newborn was hard at work learning to fly. He flapped his wings, but could not seem to get the hang of it. Suddenly as he flapped his wings he slowly began to rise off the ground. He flapped and flapped and flapped nonstop, but then saw the baby Dragon with the sapphire eyes giggling to himself. The newborn grew even more determined and launched himself into the air. He soared as high as ever and flew right over the baby Dragon with sapphire eyes—he headed straight to the hilltop caves.
He landed without a sound in front of the cave; his big round purple eyes glared into the cave.
“Father…” he whispered, but no response. “Father…” he whispered again, but still no answer.
The newborn stepped completely into the cave. The darkness of the cave made him shiver as he heard the echo of dripping water. Then, not too deep within the cave, the newborn found his father, sleeping and snoring loudly. All he had wished for was to speak with him, but then a feeling took over. He did not need his father to learn to fly—he had done it all on his own. The newborn backed away slowly as to not disturb his father, and once outside he leaped off the edge and soared throughout the skies. His mother flew into the sky, and together they flew over the valley.
“Did you meet him?”
“No, but I saw him.”
“Did you not wish to speak with him, my child?”
“Nope, not anymore.”
“Why not?”
The newborn hatchling smiled and glided close to his mother.
“Because mother,” he said lovingly. “…I have you…”
Table of Contents
CHAPTER III: EZADCIR, THE CENTAUR VILLAGE
CHAPTER VI: VILLAGE IN FLAMES II
CHAPTER VII: THE INTERROGATION
CHAPTER X: THE VOYAGER, PART ONE
CHAPTER XI: THE VOYAGER, PART TWO
CHAPTER XII: A STORY RARELY TOLD
CHAPTER XIII: THE VOYAGER, PART THREE
