Dragons still exist.
They're still out there. They hide from us. They don't really need to, as we live too fast to notice them. But they still hide from us, just to make sure.
You see, they like observing us. We interest them unendingly. They love simply hovering over an open mall, or following someone at a distance for a short while. At night, they return to their clan home and tell the other dragons what they have seen. Gossip, if you will. If you're interesting enough to them you might have a whole family silently watching you.
If a dragon likes you, it will protect you from physical harm- a big jump to the sidewalk from the middle of a
I wish, I wish,
With all my might,
To spread my wings,
And soar off into the night.
The stars and clouds,
I wish to see,
Float along,
Right beside me.
Another world,
Through time and space,
Far from this,
Accursed place.
Where swords clash,
Battles rage,
War determines,
If peace will stay.
Awaiting one,
Whose destiny,
Determines fate,
For eternity.
Rising from,
Eternal slumber,
Two become one,
A forsaken bond.
Wings spread,
Armed for battle,
Echoing roar,
Of internal thunder.
Darkness and light,
Collide in the sky,
Shattered souls,
Lost lives.
Above the rest,
One shall rise,
Bringing peace,
Hope and light.