Minion the Julaya
The Custom Lilac Montre
Age: 2 years, 4 months, 1 week
Born: February 13th, 2017
Adopted: 2 years, 4 months, 1 week ago
Adopted: February 13th, 2017
- Level: 1
- Strength: 10
- Defense: 10
- Speed: 10
- Health: 10
- HP: 10/10
- Intelligence: 0
- Books Read: 0
- Food Eaten: 0
- Job: Unemployed
StoryFour minutes, and twenty seven seconds.
It was the reason he rose before the sun did, stretching his scaly body before trotting off down the well-worn path that led from his cave to a nearby hill. The valley Makale lived in was close enough to a town for supplies, but remote enough to enjoy the privileges of residing in peace.
His unique understanding of those four minutes, and twenty seven seconds made Makale different, both for good and bad. Others couldn’t understand why he did it, even renowned painters and artists got bored after a single view.
And yet, every morning, he rose to view from the same spot.
Claws brushing the dew-covered grass, the dragon settled down on his spot, worn to bare dirt from his daily vigil. The stars still shone brightly, sparkling down and causing the valley below to reply with a twinkle of its own.
The night began to wane, ceding its blanket to the morning sun. The stars cloaked themselves in wraps of darkness, vanishing before the sun burned away the sky. As the top of the sun peeked over the horizon, the valley lit up, like a fire starting within a roaring wind. The fire grew, spreading over and up the valley walls. Pink and blue flowers blossomed, their unique physiology ignited by the suns rays each morning. Then came the purples, yellows, and whites, all painting a morning canvas, and amplified by the dew that still covered them.
Four minutes, and twenty seven seconds.
That as how long it took from the moment the stars began to fade, to when the valley was in full bloom, and the dew was burned off by the morning rays. The sight was then dulled, still brilliant to be sure, but no longer the harsh contrast of day and night. It was still beautiful, but paled in comparison to those minutes.
He then rose, going back to tend to his garden, continue his various writings, and perhaps make a trip into town. His violet scales rarely needed polishing, but perhaps he’d make the effort today.
It wasn’t as though his schedule was too busy.
Four minutes, and twenty eight seconds.
The day began like before, rising and going to his spot.
Something was different, as the dragon sat down to look around. To his right, on an adjacent hillside, was another dragon. A dragoness, from what he could gather.
He turned back to the view, and as the rise of the sun concluded, a glint caught his eye. Makale turned, and his eyes widened.
The dragoness was sparkling, seeming at home among the blooming flowers and dancing sunlight. She was smiling; gentle and carefree, ebony scales matching with the white flowers, the few violet plants matching her eyes.
After a second, Makale turned away. Looks like his morning routine had an extra second of time. How could he help it?
What buzzed through his head the rest of the day was the simple question;Does she see it too?
Four minutes, and twenty nine seconds.
Two extra seconds. Makale could see her more clearly this time. Was she closer? He wasn’t entirely certain. The rays reflecting off of flowers and dew made his depth perception waver when she was visible. In the few seconds he saw her, the glare then took his vision away; and she was gone.
This had happened the first day…was she real?
She was real.
For the first time in years, Makale didn’t wonder how long he spent on the hill. The glare from the sun faded, and the ebony dragoness walked over to him, having similar swept-back spines on her head and neck as he did. She sat down next to him, and looked out across the valley, not speaking for a few moments.
“Do you see it?” She whispered, voice as soft and gentle as the dew in the morning, yet carrying with it the strength of the sun.
Makale nodded, eyes wide with surprise.
“Y-yes….” His own voice quavered.
“Tomorrow then.” She stated, smiling slightly, before taking her leave with another flash of the sun.
The sun warmed his scales, and a different kind of pleasant feeling filled the rreigns chest. The dragoness was leaning against his shoulder; something he hadn’t expected…ever.
He had been at his spot, and she had arrived only a few seconds after, swooping in on soft white wings.
“We can see it together then.” She had whispered, before the sun began to rise.
After ten years, thirty weeks, and five days of watching the beauty of the valley alone…
He wouldn’t mind watching the rest of it alone. But that was the future…for now, Makale would revel in today, and see what it brought.
Story by Frode
Overlay by cakery
Background Image from Unspash
Finding Light in the Dark
Confused Sky Sticker
Book of Sunrises