Little Dragons

 By Renee Hughes Anne A sense of unreality swirled around me like a thick wool blanket threatening to cut me off mentally from the outside world. Physically, I was already isolated locked away in a room of the elders' choosing. It was nothing more than a square box with glowing walls. I could transform the interior to anything I wanted to see or feel but it was still a prison. I couldn't leave. Feeling small and insignificant I changed my outer form to match. A tiny pesky rodent felt right. It was a creature our ancestors disdained and since right now the Little Dragon race considered me a blight, it felt appropriate. I could still see the face of the murdered Little Dragon. Her golden eyes filled with terror and disbelief. It shouldn’t be possible for anyone to kill another energetic being without their consent. Yet I held her in my arms watching as the life drained from her face powerless to do anything. I remember frantically searching the glimmering strands of the energetic

B​y Renee Hughes G​ ershom Hannah didn't live up to her word. S​even days were gone and other than our earlier conversation nothing more was said about Res publica . I still saw Hannah almost on a daily basis along with the rest of my supporters. Our protests against Mediator Kim's Third Way were garnering attention from the Little Dragon community at large. More than once I tried to catch a moment alone with her, but she was deliberately avoiding me. I was beginning to wonder if she had promised me too much seven days ago. I​f that were true, then the whole enterprise would fail. It didn't matter how many arguments we presented because Anne and her entourage were refuting them all. We might as well be back in the committee room arguing the same old points only this time we had a bigger audience. I didn't get any impression that the Little Dragons really cared enough to do anything more than just listen. A large public outcry is what we sought, and we weren'