For my first post of the new year, have a fairy tale.
Once upon a time, there lived a dragon. She lived in the side of a mountain surrounded all about by a wood, and it was good.
The dragon was big and dark and looked as if she were made of coal, all over. She delved deep into the tunnels and caves of her mountains. There she found jewels and veins of metal, and so she spent her days finding them, refining them. Her fiery breath molded gold and silver, and her claws carved gemstone and rock into delicate shapes. She made necklaces and rings, statues and shields, and she enjoyed creating them. And so she spent her time, busy at her work, and was happy.
The animals of the wood came to see, and they marveled at the beautiful things she made. Little creatures played about her claws and old creatures praised her talents of creation. The dragon liked this, and was happy.
But seeing the animals of the wood, she came to notice something. Other animals had sleek fur, or russet colors. She had neither - she bore scales, and she was the color of burnt stone. Other animals had long ears, or mossy antlers, or soft paws or delicate whiskers. The dragon had none of these things. All the animals in the wood were quite beautiful, in their way; a way that matched the rustling trees and leaves and the wind over the heather. The dragon resembled the mountain she lived in. Perhaps that was beautiful too, she told herself, as she went into the dark tunnels. It just wasn't the beauty of the wood she was so fond of. And looking into the eyes of the creatures who praised her, looking at the way they looked upon one another...she decided that she was not beautiful. At least, not to them.
However, the dragon still had her gems and her talents, and those made her happy. So she continued as she ever had, still happy creating those things of magic and beauty and shine. Compared to her joy in these things, her joy in creating and enjoying the beauty of the world, that one sadness seemed very silly and small. So she took that sadness, that she was not beautiful to the wood, and hid it deep in her heart. She laughed at it. It was such a silly sadness.
Even so. It remained, small indeed. But it remained.
Years passed in the wood and the mountain, and the dragon was quite content. Then, one day, a deer came.
He was odd, for a deer. Most deer leapt and bounded, like birds given hooves, never quite in one place but the next. This deer walked quite surely, and he walked up to her cave. The dragon saw him, and smiled, and showed him what she was doing - like she showed all the creatures of the wood. The deer showed great interest - in fact, he was similar, quite similar, in his enjoyment of creating things. And so they talked, and laughed, for many long hours. And the dragon found she quite liked the deer.
And so the deer and the dragon became friends.
Years passed, and the two remained good friends. Time went on and the dragon found she liked him more and more. He was odd, for a deer, but in the best way. His eyes were bright and his smile was wide, and he was handsome. He made her smile and laugh. And she found herself hoping that he liked her as well.
But it was a vain hope, she felt. She would smile inside and sigh. After all, she could make beautiful things, but she herself wasn't beautiful.
A day came, though, that at last she told her feelings to the deer...and was astonished to find he returned them. She was even happier than before. But still, that one small sadness remained, strangely. For the dragon felt that the deer must feel that way, because of what she was inside, not outside. She was still not beautiful like the wood.
Then one day the deer told her, "You're quite beautiful. Do you know that?"
She laughed, and the deer laughed too. But then another day, he told her again - "You're quite beautiful." And the dragon laughed inside. Surely, surely he doesn't mean that, she thought. I'm not beautiful. I'm a dragon, with heavy claws and hide like coal. He is being kind, but he doesn't truly mean that.
Days came and went, and still, the deer told her she was beautiful. She marveled at it. Finally one day she said, laughing in a sad way, "How can you tell me I'm beautiful? I'm big and dark as soot..."
The deer smiled at her, and shook his head. "You ARE beautiful - you must not see what I see. Where you see only coal and soot, Dragon, I see diamond."
"That can't be right." She said, eyes wide. "Diamond is what I make...diamonds are what I craft..."
The deer only smiled and said, "You are diamond, Dragon, and you are beautiful."
The dragon couldn't believe it.
But as the days went by, one by one, and the deer told her she was diamond...a change came. Small and slow. To the other animals of the wood, perhaps they saw it, perhaps they didn't. But the change was that the dragon came to believe the deer. She came to see herself in the way he must see her - not as the work of her claws alone, but all of her, one whole. Diamond. And she laughed, and she smiled, and she made her beautiful creations, and for the first time in her life, she felt beautiful herself. Because he saw her so.
And she was happy.
...actually...to be continued. Because this story's not over yet. The deer and the dragons' paths are separating for a season...so I don't know what will be, when two years have passed.
But I'll always be grateful.
I love you, Khoa. :3
Art (c) me
i love dragons
Finally got around to reading this! Very cute!!!!
I cried. That was truly a beautiful story. It's so inspirational, and it comes from deep within your heart, from your own life. It really touched me. This has to be one of your best pieces of art in one way or another, Rooke.
Are they based off rookenite and khoasbuck?
Awesome that was such an awesome story.
What a great story, and that drawing really fits to it.
SO you have the mission thing for a year..what does Khona have going on?
Khoa, you mean? He's just got the same old same old, working on his college degree, taking classes, etc.
Ahhh. Well as a former long distance best advice is if you both want it to work it will work but if it doesn't friendship can last alot longer then love sometimes.
Very adorable You've got a talent for writing, that's for sure.
Oh my gosh this has to be one of the sweetest things you've ever made!! <333
I saw the picture and figured I knew what this was about. <3
I'm so happy for you Rooke! :3
random note their horns are discords horns
I suppose they are.
For the record, you ARE beautiful.
this was touching :')
You know, this story was beautiful, but I really think it'd be even better with narration! Morgan Freeman would be the best in my mind, but I think it'd do good with any deep voice! What do you think?
this is a beautiful and touching story and a really sweet drawing!!
Does this have anything to do with the green fluff man? :3
That is an amazing Fairy Tale, it's something i think everyone feels at some point at least, and something that needs to change, as occurs in the story. any way, Well Crafted Rooke, Well Crafted