Unicornhood 

When the Unicorn was merely a few days old he got out of his home and ran away to the meadows. Sure a fellow dragon friend of the Dragon got him back, but that was the day a spark of freedom arose in him. 
The Unicorn always seemed to be pulled towards freedom. Since the very beginning. Smart, but distracted, the Dragon thought. The Unicorn was almost always scorched from the Dragon’s anger. The Dragon taught him everyday. How to Fight. How to Scare. How to Hunt. And How to Blow Fire.
Now tell me…Have you ever heard of a Unicorn who breathed fire?
How can a creature born for something completely different blow fire?  He physically wasn’t equipped to do it.
He wanted to graze. He wanted to run. He wanted to go far far away. He wanted, to be happy.

But the Dragon never understood him. He wanted his son to have the exact thoughts as him. How dare he think of running? Wasn’t he the mighty Dragon’s son? He was bent on stamping it out of him.
He said, ” Running doesn’t help you survive.  Fighting does.”
And the Unicorn, fought his inner voice. He fought everyday, till there came a point where it was no where to be found. He no longer had a voice. As far as a he could hear, it was only the Dragon’s voice.

The Unicorn never really had any friends. The Dragon didn’t like any distractions. There were a few elves maybe, a minotaur….even a fox. But they never stayed long.
In a few years, the Dragon found an elite group of Dragons who made use of their fire to make tools. The Dragon was hooked. He joined them almost immediately. In turn for his work, he got food and supplies for survival. He now started going away for most of the day. But he had not forgotten about the Unicorn and his education.
Every moment he was home, was spent on sculpting the child, into a dragon.
The Unicorn detested this, but now, at least he had the rest of the day to himself. It was during this time, that the Unicorn discovered, The Whispering Tree.

-The Rebel.   

The Little Fire Breathing Monster

This story isn’t really about the Dragon. It’s not really about me ( The Rebel) either. It’s about a lot more.

It’s about drowning our voices. It’s about fighting for what you want. All of us have a dragon in our life. By the end, I hope you learn to fight against it. Or at least recognise who it is.

But for now, let’s stick to the dragon. The poor little beast. Most stories start from birth, ours begins with death. I’m sorry, but that’s how life likes to creep up on us.Unlike most other dragons ours is not wrong…or even right. But I’ll let you decide that.

Our dragon was a young, carefree, fire-breathing, little monster. He did as he felt , his fire was the tale of a thousand places. No one seemed to stop talking about him. He was feared and loved ( I realised these two aren’t much different) by all.

But disaster, it doesn’t leave the good ones out( or anyone for that matter) For while he was away, a wave came in, and swallowed his family whole. The poor beast, for all his faults, loved his family with every bit of love he had in him. And now most of them, were dead. I say most, because he wasn’t all alone. No Sir, he had a Wifey.

Now Wifey, She came from a family of elves. ( hey don’t ask me… creatures married all sorts of things back then.) Wifey had grown up, in the happiest house in the world. Her parents meant the world to her. She was a kind thing. She calmed the Dragon’s fire. She was the only thing that kept the Dragon sane.

The Dragon was stuck in time. It felt like he had moved on. But he was stuck in his trauma. He was stuck in the death of him family. So he forgot to be there for the only things that remained in his life.

Now Wifey had a baby( DO NOT get into technicalities. ..ours is a weird world) But do imagine. What kind of a baby would a dragon and an elf have. It was as gruesome and as beautiful as a creature could be at the same time. That’s what it was. A paradox.

Um for our conviniece, let’s call him The Unicorn. Because all he wanted was to be unique. Different. Unprecedented. Weird.

The Dragon expected a lot. He expected so much from the Unicorn. His first child. He expected the Unicorn to be all he could never be. He expected the Unicorn to fill the void of him extinguished family.

“And that’s where the storm begins. From expectations. As always.
But wait,
As there is more to come
.”

-The Rebel

How To Deal With The Dragon

Okay so if you came here thinking I’m gonna write something about taming a dragon ( not that that’s not cool) I’m sorry to disappoint you.

But if you’re here with me, for the long run ( don’t worry there won’t be any running involved, you can chill) then I suggest you buckle up, this ride, it’s going to be a crazy one.

So back to the dragon in the room ( didya see what I did there😉.) Over the course you are going to figure out who it is, I hope you do. I really hope someone figures it out.

But there are things you need to know, if you’re going to take this trip with me. Wait I’m gonna write up a list for you.

LIST OF ITEMS YOU NEED TO HAVE (OR LOSE) TO ENTER THE BATTLE ( MY HOUSE)

1.) Leave your opinions at the door, my tiger ( meow) will take good care of them.

2.) Carry earphones, at times it gets too overwhelming for your ears. You don’t wanna have a panick attack here. Believe me.

3.) Patience. Carry an entire suitcase full of it. There’s no surviving in my house without it.

4. ) Oh btw, you left your voice at the door too right? …I’m sorry there’s only one voice which rules this place. Any guesses? No. Well it’s the dragon.

Um…I guess that’s all…

So without any further ado. Let’s get started. If anywhere along the way, you find something….um well dysfunctional, Don’t tell me. I have to live here for a while. God knows I’ve lived here long enough to not realise what’s wrong or right anymore. But I hope you see it. I can’t be the only one witnessing this world anymore ( nope, not schizophrenic don’t worry)

All right kiddo, tie your seat belt. I’ll see you on the inside.

– The Rebel.