The Dragon King

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Religion and Spirituality  |  House: Booksie Classic

A short allegorical story of a naïve boy who needed to learn a lesson about he animus in his soul

Once upon a time there was a young boy who was very good and sweet but also very naïve and so every one he met used him in some way, his family, friends and all his close neighbors. The more he was used the more distraught he became and he wondered if love existed. So he wandered into the mountains to find a wise old goat who could grant wishes and he asked him for discernment to find good people. So the wise goat gave him a magic feather. With the magic feather he would be able to see the animal that dwelt in the humans soul and thus avoid being deceived. So the boy happily took the feather back to his village where he would search for the good people and know who he could love and trust. First he went to the butcher, who seemed to be quite content in his work and always sent people away smiling with tightly bound packages. He raised his feather to look at the butcher and out popped a roaring wolf with blood red eyes, bloody teeth and blood on his hands. The boy ran from the wolf in the man in great fear.
Next he went to the village wash house. Surely there must be a trust worthy old woman amongst the ones who sang, laughed and talked as they worked. So there he went in and raised his feather to his eye and what did he see? He saw all the woman turn into great carrion ready to rip off and devour the flesh of anyone who tuned their backs on them, especially the weak and suffering and even more distraught he ran from the wash house and ran until he came to the edge of the village where he heard singing coming from the chapel. "Yes", he thought, "the church!" "Surely the church would have people with good souls", and so with renewed vigor the boy ran up to the church, threw open the door and put his feather to his eye. What did he see? But a room full of wild boars snorting at each other, bearing their bloody tusks and covered in the wounds of many battles. The priest him self was the fattest, meanest looking, smelliest boar of all! He couldn't believe it! Wasn't there anyone who was a good and trust worthy soul? He sat down on the steps of the church in utter despair. Was there no one he could trust in this village? He began to grow angry. NO! There had to be a trust worthy soul somewhere among them. So he took his feather and went from house to house in his small village growing more and more distraught and anguished. Alas there was no one he could trust and so he went home, packed a bag and set out into the world to find one good soul. He searched many a village, town and city. He searched the whole of the kingdom, but he did not find one person he could trust as a good soul. As the search wore on the boy became more and more disillusioned with humans and hate for his own kind grew in his heart until he decided to go live in the forest with the animals. At least he could kill them and eat them if he had to, at the very least that made sense to him. He dwelt alone in his fear and anger towards people for many years until one day he came upon a lost young woman in the forest. She was the most beautiful young woman he had ever seen. Still he knew he could not trust her. But he invited her back to his house so she could rest and find her way home the next morning, besides he had his feather there and he could look at her and see which type of animal she was. She was very scared and weary but sweet and trusting towards him. He asked her how she had become lost and she told him a story about wanting to find true love and so she had gone to see an old goat that lived in a mountain far, far away and he had given her a magic flute and said if she played it she would hear an echo and to follow and it would lead her from her life of sorrow to true love. And so she played the flute and followed the echo's until she became utterly lost in the forest with no food or shelter and that is where the man had found her. She was dressed in very expensive clothing that was tattered and torn. She must have been very high born, a princess maybe. He thought surely she would be just another horrible animal. She was exhausted and he gave her a blanket and sent her to sleep on cushions near the fire and told her she would be safe and he would give her food for her journey in the morning. As she slept he went and took out the feather and looked at her.... and what did he see? but a fawn.. a beautiful golden fawn. He sat down amazed and just stared at her for a long time. The longer he stared at her the more his desire for her grew. He wanted this fawn for his very own. Her innocence, beauty and perfection were beyond compare. Finally he had found a soul that would not deceive him, not lie, hurt or destroy him. He watched her and watched her, all the while the desires and fantasies for this beautiful princess being his very own grew and grew..and as they did, so did the man. He grew and he grew until he morphed into a giant dragon that filled his home and when the young woman woke in the morning she saw the terrible dragon that stood over her and she screamed in fear running from the house, leaving the flute behind her. The boy who had become a man and then a great dragon looked down at him self and then bent to look in the mirror and as he did he let out a great and terrible bellow, for he realized he had become the worst of the animals that he had ever hated. In agony of this truth he rose up and burst through the roof of his home and flew into the sky looking for the princess. As he flew he called out for her but all that came from him was fire and he set all in his path ablaze every time he opened his mouth. In fear he flew to the mountains and hid. After some time the old goat came to him and spoke with him. "I hope you see now what happens when you ask to see the soul of another human and expect to find perfection?" "Yes", he said, "It does not exist." "We are all filled with beasts of one kind or another." "Only innocence truly exists and with this innocence we will all be hurt by others, we will all be naïve." "But we must look beyond the pain and desires to find perfect love in souls and find forgiveness in our own hearts for our imperfections, our own self worth or we will become a mirror of all the animals that we hated in others." "Yes, this is truth", said the old wise goat. "Please, answer this for me", said the boy, who became the man with a bitter soul and then a dragon? "Yes." the wise goat replied, "I will tell you what you want to know." "The young woman was a princess and she was looking for her true love and the flute, it led her to you." "But why", said the man dragon. "Why?" "I am a monster worse than all the rest of the animals." "But, you still want to be loved, do you not?" said the wise old goat. "Yes, I do!" said the man dragon, "I truly do." "Then said the wise old goat, "You must realize so does everyone else." "You must forgive yourself and see yourself as worthy." "How can I do that, said the dragon man, "when I am everything that I have hated my whole life?" "How can I ever trust another soul, even my own." " I have betrayed and lied to myself all of my life." "Yes", said the wise old goat. "You have." "I will show you how." "Take the feather and go to the lake and look through the feather into the water and no matter what, do not look away." So, the dragon man did as he was told and he took the feather to the still lake and looked through the feather into it's glassy surface and saw all of the animals that he had every seen in humans come up before his face as himself. One by one each and every one of these animal souls he saw, he shed great tears of anguish and pain for, but he did not look away. After a long while the shinny lake revealed the fearsome and ugly face of the dragon and the dragon alone. The man dragon cried a great and mighty roar of sorrow and fell forward into the lake. He sunk deep, very deeply into its icy mountain waters and as he did, he could feel his form changing back to a man. As he sunk a shinning object caught his eye. It was a flute! He reached out, grabbed it and held it to his chest, believing this would be the last memory he had of the princess and his own life. But as he held the flute to his chest the waters began to spin and engulf him and a great rushing water spout lifted him up and spat him on the shore. He couldn't believe it.. He was still alive! He looked down at the flute held tightly to his heart and lifting it to his lips he blew. As he did, each note of the flute echoed across the lakes and the mountains sweet and clear. Suddenly, from across the lake there came bounding and leaping a fawn. She ran to him eagerly and lifted her delicate innocent face to his and as he touched her, she turned into the princess. She looked into his eyes and he cried tears of joy and asked her to forgive him for being such a beast at heart. The princess forgave him and they went home to her palace to live and eventually reign. For soon after, the princesses father, the king passed and the naïve boy, that became a dragon man and then a true man, became king and ruled over all the animals.. I mean people, of the land, with love. Even though he knew none of them were perfect subjects, still he ruled with grace and fair judgement over them and they, all that could tame the animal in themselves loved him and respected him as a fair judge of character. Even those that could not control the animal in them and had to be punished respected him to their death because they knew that he truly cared and was the fairest judge that ever ruled a kingdom. There was never a time when a kingdom was more peaceful. Why? All because a Dragon man King had learned that deep inside every person there lies an animal nature and if that animal is shown it's self worth and loved it could likely be tamed and serve it's world in peace. But if not.. well, then it saw the nature of the Dragon King. It saw all of the most terrible and worst of beasts in it's own self and it's soul and was consumed by the fire of the dragons mouth.


Submitted: November 18, 2021

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