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Ten years later...

I never stopped dreaming of Brandon, Barb, or my dad, even for one moment, in the past decade since I had come to Avalon.

Since it existed in a separate reality from that of Earth, time here was different: one month in Avalon equaled exactly two years on Earth, so now, since I had been here for a decade in Avalon's time, that meant that exactly 240 years had passed on Earth!!! I had enjoyed myself so much, that I hardly noticed time go by. I knew that neither I, nor any of the dragons, could ever age, and so we were free to live happily.

But as time stretched on, my dreams of my family became more and more frequent. My friends and Drago noticed that whenever I did think of my family, I became withdrawn, sad, and quiet.

Drago, Thorn and Marrok all consoled and comforted me, after learning that I was about to take a long journey back to the only home I'd ever known. It was my decision, and I knew I would act on it, even if it was painful.

Drago and I hugged, as I cried into his chest, but he lovingly comforted me.


"I know that you have had faith that you would see your family again, Drake," he said soothingly, then he gently placed his hand on my shoulder, lifting my chin to look at him. "and I promise you, that you will! You must not give up hope, Drake! Even if what you find is too painful to bear, you must always have hope!"

I nodded again, before wiping away my diamond tears, and turning to walk toward one of the apple trees, which I climbed, and stretched out on a branch, before falling asleep.

'As long as you still have faith, Drake, the day when they can reunite with you will come, soon! Just have faith!'

I smiled softly in my sleep as I heard Drago's gentle voice whisper in my mind.

'Some days, faith is all you need, and with it, will come the hope you seek...'
Chapter XI.

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