Little Dragons

  By Renee Hughes The garden's song suddenly expanded to include another melody. I listened in fascination as two different but similar songs were intertwined. The one for me and another for the garden's latest visitor. I sensed who this new presence was but I didn't want to engage him for now so instead I focused on the music. It was very beautiful. The two really meshed well together except for a discordant note or two. "I have been looking for you," Gershom whispered. I felt rather than saw his sleek dragon body lay next to mine. "Well you found me," I said with a heavy sigh. Gershom staid silent for a moment and the two of us just lay there. " It was a rough session," he finally admitted. "No one said creating a social code for these inhabitants would be easy." His words pricked my temper. I turned to face him. He lay stretched out on a solid web of glowing filaments. His golden yellow eyes staring into my own. There was ...

  By Renee Hughes Anne's large golden eyes gazed at the glimmering filaments. These delicate strands crisscrossed everywhere she looked in what philosophers called the garden. Each minuscule string vibrated with immeasurable energy creating what Little Dragons believed were the most beautiful sounds in the universe. Although the primary color of the place was white, the music would bring in others. Glowing white filaments would change hue for a brief second followed by another and then another. A whole sequence of breathtaking rainbow colors would then flicker throughout the space. There was nothing like the garden in the world, an epicenter of peace, beauty and unlimited power existing out of time and space. Anne could only enter it in one form that of the dragon. She lifted her long neck and stretched out her iridescent wings. It had been a long day. Anne hoped the place could give her troubles perspective. Little Dragons have been coming here ever since they evolved enough to...