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Author: 
Brett Gilbert
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"You say magic," asked the inquisitive sage.

"Yes, I do. But its not like magic as you know it," replied the great dragon.

"How do you mean?" asked the sage again.

"Well, our magic doesn't have any hand manipulations at all. We'd look a bit stupid trying to cast a spell whilst flying with our front legs wouldn't we," commented the great dragon.

The sage, a venerable man who wore a long white robe and had long, straggly white hair, rocked back in his chair whilst frantically scribbling down some notes. The great dragon on the other hand, who's bright blue green scales reflected the light from the single lantern in the room, laid on the floor, scanning the shelves upon shelves of books. It was a brief pause between the two, for they had talked for many hours now from one subject to the other, about humans through to life. Now they had reached a very tender subject, Dragon Magic.

The dragon looked at the sage, his large, yellow eyes scanning the old man. He knew that this frail human although no match for him physically, was a force of intelligence that had astounded the dragon. For every mental thrust the dragon gave the sage, he counteracted with a flurry of words that, at some point, mesmerised the dragon. The sage was indeed a force to be reckoned with. But the dragon hadn't come here to show who was superior, no, it had come to see the sage to learn. Even a being as old as himself needed a teacher to learn from and he had found a willing teacher in the form of this sage. "If you don't use somatic components to form a spell, what else is there that you use to actually form the spell?" enquired the sage.

The dragon snapped out of his reverie when the sage finished the question. "I'm sorry, I wasn't paying attention. Could you repeat the question again, please?" asked the dragon, politely.

"Of course" said the sage. "If you do not use a somatic component to help form a spell, what other method do you use to form the spell?"

"Well, we actually see how we are going to form the spell by looking at the result of the spells effect."

"You mean you see what the effect is first before you can determine how you form the spell?"

"Umm� Yes. I guess so."

"Remarkable. So it is like a form of seeing in the future, only limited to the effect of a spell? Or could it be that you imagine what the effect will be, and from that you can determine how to actually form the spell in your mind!" exclaimed the excited sage, who continues to scribble down notes in his book.

"No. Not either of them. I would say that we dream of the effect first before we begin to manipulate the spell."

"A dream. A dream" repeated the sage. "Yes. I have heard of dragons' dreams. They are potent forces of magic."

"If that is what you have been lead to believe, then I shall leave it at that on the subject."

"Yes. Of cour�" the sage stopped. "No, please let us continue on this line of conversation. It is truly fascinating topic. So, a dream, is it similar to magic or is it like this new form of magic which has been dubbed as Psionics?"

The dragon sighed. "Very well, we shall continue."

The sage sat up and clapped his hands at the reply. "Excellent, excellent."

"The dreams of a dragon is based upon our magic, not the magic which you mortals believe us to have. Yes, a dream is a potent force of power, but it very rarely manifests. The forming of a spell as a dream is no where as powerful as a proper dream. I merely used it a term of reference."

Scribbling down his notes the sage replied "So, it is a form of magic, but one that comes from deep within you?"

"Yes. Just like your, so called Psionic magic but more potent."

"What can it do? I have heard that it can move mountains and raise continents as well as destroy the land around it," said the sage in an excited voice.

The dragon laughed. "I don't know. Every dream is different. The age of the dragon depends upon the power of the dream. An ancient dragon could dream of a civilisation ending, and it will happen, whilst a young hatchling could dream of a few sheep standing by him when he awoken."

"So, age is a factor. What about the feelings of the dragon, do they factor into the power of the dream in anyway?"

The dragon raised his head and regarded the sage as his equal. "Why, thank you," he commented.

The sage looked up at the magnificent beast, his faced contorted with a look of confusion. "Why? What have I said?"

"You said we have feelings."

"But of course you do. You are alive. I believe that all living beings have feelings. From the mighty dragons to the lowly ants, all have a form of feelings."

"Yes. We do, and very strong feelings at that. Again, old sage, you are correct. Our feelings do form a large factor of the dream, it also sets the premise for the dream. A feeling of anger will lead to a dream of death and destruction whilst a feeling of hope will lead to a dream of happiness. Do you understand?"

"Yes. I see. So, your dreams are controlled by your feelings. Does this pass over to the casting of a simple spell?"

The dragon paused for a moment to think upon the question. The sage sat ready, awaiting an answer, his quill shaking in anticipation of the answer. The great beast looked around the room, his eyes not focusing on something in front of him, but in a distant place on some other world. "Yes," the dragon said finally.

"Remarkable" exclaimed the excited sage.

"So, overall, you are creatures, and I use that term loosely," the dragon nodded and placed his head upon a mighty hand and listened to the sage. The sage continued, "of passion. You are controlled and guided by your feeling, maybe in a way that is similar to us humans."

"Yes, you could say that. We have the same feelings as you do. We all feel love, anger, hatred, joy and jealousy."

"In concept, dragons and humans are similar, despite the physical differences?"

The dragon furrowed its eyes and glared at the sage. "Similar? I think not. We might share feelings but we do not think the same!"

The sage, a little surprised by the tone of the dragons' voice, stared back at the great beast. "Maybe similar wasn't the best word to use, but it was the easiest to say to help describe what I was trying to convey across to you," replied the sage.

Again, the dragon regarded the sage as his equal.

"I see. Well then I must apologise for my tone. I hope no offence was taken as none was implied," apologised the dragon.

"Apology accepted, dear friend."

The dragon smiled at the sage, who smiled back. "Well then. Would you agree that we are similar?"

"Yes, I would, but only in certain aspects. There are close comparisons between our races and we do share the same qualities, but we are quite different on many scores."

"Yea, I agree," replied the scribbling sage. "But, as I said earlier, you are creatures of great passion, as we humans are. Do you think there is a link between our two races?" Asked the inquisitive sage.

The dragon sat back a little and pondered upon the question, his eyes searching through the constellation of worlds for an answer. The sage, as ever, sat quietly awaiting the answer. For what seemed like an eternity, the dragon remained quiet.

The dragon thought about the question long and hard. It began to remember a time when a human rode upon its great back into a gallant battle with other dragons. It was a time when he thought just like the human thought and vice versa. A smile broke across his face at the thought. There was a link between dragons and humans then, and there still would be now. Magic like that would never fade, not when two souls, no matter what they looked like or how different they were, where perfect matches for each other. It was truly a great magic performed by nature herself. "Is there still a link now?" asked the sage as he interrupted the dragon's train of thought.

Shaking his great head, the dragon looked down upon the sage. He didn't like being interrupted when he was thinking. In fact, no dragon did. It was a great insult to his kind. But, upon looking at the sage, he couldn't help but feel like a child in the presence of such a wise and ancient being, even if he was a human. This time, he would let the interrupt slip, for the old man deserved more respect than a barrage of abuse from a dragon.

The sage looked up at the angered dragon, keeping his cool and calm fa�ade in the face of, what felt like, death. When the dragon began to sit himself again, the sage began to relax. He knew he had insulted the dragon, but couldn't help but ask for an answer.

Now the great beast was relaxed again. The old sage had shown no fear when he was angered. The dragon smiled. "Well, great sage, I shall leave it till next time we meet. For I need to rest and sleep as it has been hard answering your many questions. Tomorrow, I shall have the answer to your question. For now, I bid you good night, old friend."

The sage's face frowned, but he didn't the push the dragon for an answer, just merely smiled back. "I understand old one. For I too need sleep. Good night ancient one and, maybe, tomorrow we can continue our discussions."

The dragon nodded as it lowered its mighty head upon its great legs as he began to make himself comfortable upon the cold, stone floor. The sage stood and walked to the beasts' head and gently stroked one of its great horns. "It is not often you meet a like minded being. Good night great one," he whispered.

The sage turned and left the room, to let the dragon sleep.

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The dragon awoke early the next day, his mind full of questions that needed answers. Through groggy eyes, he scanned the area around him. The rough-hewn walls of the cave gave him little comfort after the joy of his experience. For a moment, a slight smile broke across his face at the thought of the kind old sage, then, his thoughts returned to the present. The great beast sighed as he laid his head back upon his bed of coins and jewels. "If only there was a person such as he," he spoke out loud. "Maybe my dream will come true one day. Maybe."

The beast gave a final sigh before closing his eyes and returning to his sleep and the dreams of the old sage.

 

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