Lee Hawk

Inconceivable

lee_hawk — Sun, 20 Nov 2011 22:30:54 GMT

This was almost an inconceivable topic, so it took me a moment, but here it is.

Finally! I could actually use 2001: A Space Odyssey, for once! There are three inconceivable things in it.
One is that Hal, the Hal 9000 (that's the type of computer) that is supposedly the best type of computer in the world, actually isn't a perfect computer. But they find out that he isn't when he starts killing them by disobeying orders. But the brand was so well known to be good, they considered it inconceivable.

The second is that I will ever voluntarily watch that movie ever again without a guidebook explaining everything unless I can't get to sleep by any other means. And I'd have to be in bed with my lights out, because I'll sleep nearly instantly. It was really confusing. To voluntarily watch it without a guidebook or being allowed to go to sleep in the middle of it is inconceivable.

The third is that I will ever voluntarily watch the sequel, 2010: A Space Odyssey, under the same circumstances because as I say it it's inconceivable. The reason for that is that I have been told that it is worse than the movie 2001: A Space Odyssey, and I was seriously not impressed with it in the first place.

Have you ever actually thought about the word, though? It technically has two meanings, but they connect together. One is to think up an idea, or to give birth to an idea. The second is to have a baby, or to give birth to a baby. The key words there are give birth. It's really cool, how it's like they're equal in importance.

Dino dung

lee_hawk — Sat, 05 Nov 2011 03:57:02 GMT

Dinosaur poo is odd in its own way. I mean, you're disgusted and fascinated at the same time (as long as it's not fresh. If so, you're just disgusted.) Plus, you actually get something useful out of it, too. You even get everyone crowded around because it's oddly cool. I actually went to the museum last summer and I got my picture taken with it because the guy took us behind scenes when he saw I was interested. It was super cool.

I got to go behind scenes and see dinosaur jaws, teeth, digging places, and last but not least, dinosaur poo. I enjoyed the butterflies and the rocks and history and all that stuff, but that was really interesting. You don't generally see just random dinosaur poo all over the place, so it's rare and rare stuff is cool, even if it is just dinosaur poo.

Thing is, it didn't even look like poo. It just looked like regular rock, in a weird shape. But it had a difference: it was white with black stripes, like it had been grilled or something. It certainly didn't look like something I've seen before, especially not poo. But it really was poo, even more disturbing than the concept of holding poo, even prehistoric poo that felt, looked and sounded like rock. It was poo though.

Proof. You must have a picture to have proof, so I gave you a picture of me holding dino dung.

Fill someone's bucket.

lee_hawk — Tue, 01 Nov 2011 01:46:28 GMT

I made a goal, and it was to fill someone's bucket every day. Now you may be asking, "What does it mean to fill a bucket?" Very likely, in fact, because probably not a lot of you people have read Have you filled a bucket today? So what is all this fill a bucket stuff?

Well, the bucket you're filling (or taking from) is someone's heart, or an invisible bucket you can't put down. You fill their bucket by saying or doing something nice, and you deplete it by doing something mean. Generally, when you fill someone's bucket, you fill yours too. When you do something nice for someone or someone does it for you, your bucket is full of whatever you want: huge guns, lions, rainbows, etc. When someone is mean to you or you're mean to someone else, your bucket gets empty.

Now some people are just down-in-the-dumps people all the time. Even if they refuse to have their bucket filled, do it anyway. If nothing else, you have the satisfaction that comes from trying to raise someone's spirits, because it makes you feel like a good person. Sometimes you can only fill one person's bucket. THAT'S OK. Don't feel bad because you can't fill both people's buckets as long as you try. You fail not when you don't succeed, but when you don't even try to help.

Some people are only concerned about their buckets and that they're always swelling, but never about anyone else's. That is what occasionally makes me ashamed to bear the name human, because our race can be so self-centered, greedy, and self-absorbed. Really, do something for the people that have empty buckets, not just go "Oh, poor me" when yours is empty. For, if I may quote, " Do unto others as you wish them to do unto you." or "Do to others what you wish for yourself." or "Do to others what you want to be done to you." They all say the exact same thing: be nice and others will be nice to you.

Try to fill someone else's bucket today and every day. Who knows, you might just end up with a full bucket of your own.

Praying with a dance

lee_hawk — Sat, 22 Oct 2011 00:37:55 GMT

To me, praying with your feet means dancing. That's the kind of praying I do because that's the type I love.
If you never dance, never take that leap of faith, or never take that chance, then you never have as many risks, but you never see the opportunities that would come. And I, for one, would rather live a short life to the full than a long one that's drab and worthless. Because I'd rather be short and memorable than simply a shell.

Dancing is how you do that. Not by performing because you have to, but by being the one who volunteers to go to the dance floor just so you can lose yourself in it. That's when you're simply being yourself, not just doing it for the applause or the prizes or the compliments, but when you do it for your mind, your spirit, or your soul. Dancing cannot heal bodies, but it can heal minds and souls, and if you dance forever that's all you need.

You only really dance when you feel yourself slipping away, when you feel truly free, when you could give yourself over to the wonderful feeling that spreads over your heart like a blanket every time you dance. In this dance, there is no right or wrong, no criteria to meet, no steps to remember, but when you let go of your grip on reality for a minute to let yourself heal from all the hurts, all the pains, all the mental batterings you take without another way to relieve them but to dance, then you're dancing the way I do.

Have you ever wished you could escape all the troubles in the real world? Dancing is the way to do it. You're always beautiful when you can lose yourself, no matter what others say. Dancing makes me feel light, like I've renewed myself in it. Sometimes, dancing even lets you see a little more about yourself. It helps in so many ways. Plus, the only thing I can think of as a complaint is you can get hurt, but you can get hurt doing anything.

So I barely see a reason why you shouldn't dance. Oh, and just saying "I'm a guy. I can't dance." won't cut it. In fact, I've seen some very good male dancers, so don't even try that excuse on me, for all those guys out there. To wrap it up, always try to dance, because it's good for you, no matter who you are.

LJ Idol- I'm back!

lee_hawk — Fri, 21 Oct 2011 00:33:02 GMT

Hi LJ, I'm back!

lee_hawk — Fri, 21 Jan 2011 01:06:16 GMT

When I gave one of my dragonnettes a new wing because it had been pulled out in a tornado, with it, I gave a warning that he couldn't fly too high or the wax would melt and both give searing pain and he would crash to the ground. So, next day we gave him training lessons on how to fly with the wax wing and he seemed really happy until we told him how high he could go. It was only 100 meters in the air. We were all used to flying in 500-1,000 miles and 100 meters seemed like very little. But in time, he would realize resistance was futile. He would have to stay down until his wing grew back in and he would learn both ways.

He began his training quite happily and very excitedly. He was tired of being stuck to the ground. And at first, the dragon cooperated, too. But he got annoyed and decided to run away from home. So when he thought he wasn't watched, he started practicing on his own, at first making a 5-foot goal and then 10 and then adding weights! We were amazed at his dedication and then he added in more height and flying forward and then balancing it in midair. We were awestruck and he kept practicing and practicing. We silently showed the others his progress and he was oblivious to it all. We silently watched him. But all of a sudden, one day, we made a connection. He was putting steel fibers in and making them invisible so his wax wouldn't melt. And then the day after, the day we made the connection, he asked to go on a hike alone. We said that he could but not alone. So he waited until the other dragons had turned their backs to fly.

Luckily, he was followed by me. I had come because he had been arousing suspicion in me. I saw him fly and then turn back because he needed more steel, he realized. So he said that he was tired. They went back but I still watched him go along. Eventually, I breathed a quiet sigh of relief. I flew back by the most-used path for us to use. I said I had been exploring a bit and had been later than I had hoped for. Technically I had. And I had to wait until after bed until I could make my next move anyway so no use telling them what had happened yet. So I planned and I waited.

I waited until he had done tests to show that he had enough steel and then went to bed to take out the wax and replace with paper coated in a steel color and then made invisible so when he flew he would have a limit. Unfortunately for me, he decided to put in extra so he'd fly away and be gone before they turned around when I hadn't seen. Therefore I only followed when I thought I saw more sparkles. Sure enough, he tried to fly away and it was hard to catch him. But I was their mother, or at least substitute, and he was included. I was determined to get him, so I flew on. But I was always in the shadows so he wouldn't see me as I flew quietly behind him.

He slowed down and I chased him up, up into the sky, silently picking out the steel from behind him. He flew up and then, he plummeted to the ground, all of a sudden no longer flying. I dove after him, the speed alone startling him out of his trance but still diving because I knew he couldn't regain flight before he hit. Even then, it was just barely a catch. I had to dive after him, surpass him, catch him so he wouldn't die although it did hurt me like I did, and fly him back in extreme, burning pain. My motherly instincts were the only things keeping me alive at that point, and flying, understandably, was extremely difficult. But I kept going and said, on the way, "You should've heeded my warning." and he replied with yes, he should've.

The other dragons were very hurt and very, very mad. And I actually had to threaten to cage them and drop them before they would leave him alone. But they did, I got to the hospital and he learned his little lesson. I even fully recovered from it, although it did hurt for a while.

Changing a life takes taking heart.

lee_hawk — Wed, 12 Jan 2011 03:23:50 GMT

My dragons and I were walking along when I saw a group of people, talking quietly, all of a sudden they had no purses. I managed to get a pic but just barely. I was almost to the police office to bring the pic when we saw the thief again. From a farther view, he looked normal. And if he had to look on one end of the scale, he would look rich. But when we studied him up close, he was very poor and messy. He didn't have a house or a van or any sort of shelter or roof over his head. Didn't. We were about to change that. And I whispered to my dragonnette team, as I then called my team of small dragons, "Take heart."

We casually walked up and said hi. He didn't respond. After a long time trying to be friendly, we finally just cut to the chase. He immediately glowered. But we set our minds on it and we finally convinced him to respond. And he brightened when we said we'd buy him lunch and dinner. He brightened even more when we said that he could invite family and friends and it would all be on me. We ended up paying roughly $100 for everything, but we didn't mind. And although he glowered again if we could ask some somewhat personal questions, he brightened again when we suggested we go to our house. And in our group, we once more whispered, "Take heart."

When we finally reached my house and I told them to come on in but to blindfold them so their quarters would be a surprise, they did so but with a little caution. Understandable, because the police were on their tails and a weird dragon girl just invited them over with evidence that they did a crime. So I said that as soon as we got to their quarters that the blindfolds would be taken off. Meanwhile, they could be reassured that no one would come because of the diamond door, and it was seriously heavy so you could hear the grunts as they lifted the lock. And we said to ourselves, "Take heart."

We asked a couple of questions. Of course, we sent the family members away for the last question, being why do you steal. He said that he had to pay for his sister's college and because they didn't have jobs, stealing seemed to be the only option left. We said we could help, but we didn't say so very directly. We said to him, "Take heart. Don't worry."

We bought them food and then got them jobs. When they left, they usually came back. But they said that they were moving out. We said bye.
We never saw them for the next twenty years. And then, one day, I'm on the news. The guy holding up my picture is the one who I stopped from stealing. And then he talked about how we helped him. He said to everyone, "Take heart, dragons. Take heart."

Then we again saw him. He was the owner of his company now. He made a lot of money and spent most of it on- you probably guessed it, homeless people and shelters. He had bought several houses for many homeless people and families and they got free room and board. And he sees me on the streets, roaming, and before I know it he's right there hugging us. And we all said, "Take heart."

Coming back

lee_hawk — Mon, 03 Jan 2011 22:16:33 GMT

Hi. I'm Lee Hawk and this is my first year. I really want to rejoin lj idol because I wasn't done writing. I like to read and write. I would like a second chance in writing because I find it very fun. I usually find myself waiting for the next entry and am almost always joyous when they come out, although I don't express it openly. I like manga, especially Naruto. My favorite class is English Language Arts, which you probably saw earlier. I like English because I think reading and writing are fun. I want in badly enough where I also wrote a home game entry.

Food versus comfort, what will they choose?

lee_hawk — Mon, 03 Jan 2011 21:29:39 GMT

Mom, my brother and I were out hunting when the van just...died. I said" Darn." and was over it. I'd been walking for the last four years of my life because I'd known it would happen all my life. So I was prepared. But they were thinking that I was wrong, so they weren't. So, because I'd walked with bags of grass on my back so I could gallop like the wind's speed and a half, I got my brother home on my back with plenty of energy left. Mom was a little more tricky because she wanted to go back to get the van and therefore fought back for a while, but when she got tired it was very easy.

Another time the GPS broke and I had to direct them. Seeing as I knew that would eventually happen, I was, once again, prepared. But when I asked them what they wanted most and they said for the car and GPS to be fixed ( even though I'd hoped they'd choose food), I finally broke and spent all the money we had for them to be fixed. Including food money.

I had purposely spent the food money so they would stop worrying about first world problems and think about survival. So I secretly hunted on my own and ate but wouldn't use the vehicle or GPS device. They used both vehicle and GPS device but eventually couldn't eat. When they saw me thriving, they connected that to me not using the electronics and how I got over it quickly when everything died. At least my family was smart enough to do that.

So they said," How do you thrive when you spend more energy?" And when I asked what was most important in life, especially when I put emphasis on life and made it sound like living, they saw in my eyes that I had gone for meat, not moving in comfort or a GPS device( or, at least not one that broke down and is not called knowledge of the area) and they only had one more question, which they asked." Why?" So I told them they had to learn the lesson. And we ate and I eventually started to use the electronics again. But I still train in case that happens again. Just, now it's in a group.

Will we find it... or get fired?

lee_hawk — Wed, 22 Dec 2010 18:05:13 GMT

While we were laughing for that week we did not have a lot of work to do, so we had no excuse to not have it done. Same with everyone else too, so we also had to help them. So we had a lot of work to do. But we just could not get all of our work done and neither could anyone else. So we decided to experiment on helping machines to see if we could make a machine for everyone. We knew a machine on our island that could help every dragon alive and dead in a matter of minutes and there are a lot more dead dragons than people dead and alive. We just needed to find the metal to make it here because no amount of people could carry it and my smaller dragons were too weak to carry it. Seeing as I was too tired to move, I couldn't give that final helping hand. So we had to find the metal, as I just said.

We had to find the smaller machines to help us find the metal for the real machine that was, at that time, just a sketch. When we finally had the money from things like doing other's chores, we bought all the drills we could handle and then some more. After we finished paying (and getting away from everybody's stares of,"What the hell are you buying all those drills for?!?!?!?!?!" and us saying,"They're for drilling down really deep.",) we finally started to drill. We drilled in every mine ( and they were usually stunned to see us) but never saw the eluding metal. Finally, just as we were about to give up on our quest for the hiding metal, we saw hope again. Someone had seen a metal that was unidentified and looked just like what we were looking for, yet hadn't found anywhere. He had put it on a poster in hopes someone would see it. And he had put the location.

As we flew, we grew more and more excited about what we might find. Would we find the correct metal? Yet we also grew more and more nervous. What if we didn't find it? What if we were disappointed again? There was only one way to find out. And so we flew on. Therefore, we finally found the metal in little veins in loads of coal. But there was more to come. As we would soon find out the better way, there was millions of tons on the edge of the crust. And seeing as we had enough material to last us through the Earth and back again, we would find it.

We dug. And dug. And dug. And dug some more. Eventually, it was only hope to keep us going, but we did. And, as said, we dug. You know that saying," You may fail 200 times but you always have to keep trying." and that story about the light bulb taking 1,001 tries to get right? Well, there was added another example about us.. digging for hours to find metal. Because we eventually found metal.

To make a long story short, we took it all home and made the machine. When we tried it out, it worked. And then we set it to its real work. Helping Grandma take in the groceries? Done. Lending Susan that cat scratching post? Done. Oh, and giving Sally that Christmas gift? Done! So we all played around and had no work to do.

Cthulu... and friends?!?!?!

lee_hawk — Fri, 17 Dec 2010 00:07:54 GMT

Exactly one day after we found the house furnished, there was a large brouhaha outside our doorstep. When we went to see what it was, I was quite surprised to find Cthulhu. We had always thought he was mythical! So out we went and there he was, smashing homes and crunching on tanks. Yet he was vulnerable in lots of ways. As he would soon find out.

Cthulhu was easy. Just a punch in the ribs hurt. Then, the small dragons tied up Cthulhu while I distracted him and he was ready to go. So we placed him in the fields and basically said," Do not come back." but much more sternly. But when we heard another scream, we were very confused because we had already taken Cthulhu down. The dragons and I thought they were cheering or scared of us now.

Boy, were we wrong.

It was very... odd when we saw other life-forms come out of the ship. Twos and threes and fours and fives and sixes and then a seven, with a "princess" on a "throne", came out. We were horrified. They got increasingly hard. One, we actually had to bind her tentacles, taunt, rope her arms, taunt, bind her wings and call the helicopters over. Did I forget to say we had to taunt? It was the only thing that distracted her.

That was four. So, you see, they were really hard to defeat.

By the time we got to number seven, we were tired. Really tired. Really, really tired. Did I forget to speak about how tired we were? I hope not. Anyway, we finally defeated the guards after a long struggle. The princess was, by far, the hardest to defeat. We eventually got so tired that I did the only thing I could think of: biting her. She's a girl, so that would literally bite her in the neck. I did it and the small dragons followed the lead. Surprisingly enough, it actually worked!

We finished in a way that humiliated her and made everyone else laugh for a week. A few people actually laughed so hard that they passed out from no air. But when they woke up, they started to laugh, just not so hard that time. There was even laughter in the air.

Not of our world...

lee_hawk — Fri, 10 Dec 2010 00:31:43 GMT

When all of the dragons had woken up again, I started to talk about some things about society I sure didn't like. Like restrictions. There are far too many to talk about, but the one I disliked most was that nearly everyone had a building. In the one building I had ever been in (the party was outside) , I immediately hated the small size. And I later learned that it was huge in comparison to most buildings! I learned also that many parties and such were inside, so I had to miss out on a lot. And I started thinking that,"No one should have to have these small, cramped spaces! Not of our world!"

I started thinking of them as nearly super ants because they were good, but were so small. So one day, I make a larger building because we had been sleeping in the wonderful dewy grass outside. We had no building and didn't want one. Well, at least not so small. So I set off quickly for many reasons, but mostly for lack of things to do and getting cold. I got my materials and set to work. Boy, it took a while! But we finally finished the house. And people started saying what I had thought to get me started and when they found us. It was, as they said,"Not in my world!"

They were impressed. But me, I just said,"Come on in." and smiled like an old friend, which I technically was. I was (and am) very old and was a friend of nearly everyone. An what did they do for me, you might ask? They brought in furniture. And furniture. And more, beautiful, furniture.They said, "We did something for you in each room. If you don't mind blindfolding yourself, then we will go in and see." So I agreed to do so because I wanted to go in and I hate others blindfolding me. It's too much like that incident at the shootout. They did and I was led inside. First, they showed me outside. It was gorgeous. Then they showed me the little dragons room. Then, the kitchen. Then, the beautiful living room. And then, finally, they showed me my room. So I blindfolded my dragons and showed them around. And everyone, both showers and dragons always whispered under their breath,"Not of this world."

Because it looked like it had been touched by heaven. And we would soon learn one piece would hurt like one of us dying if it fell apart. It was a beautiful, golden-and amythyst statue of the mother of beauty in dragon form. And to that, we said,"Not of my world."

The Bad Discussion

lee_hawk — Sat, 04 Dec 2010 17:59:28 GMT

After I woke up, for I had slept much longer than they, we discussed what happened at the party. And at the "shootout", as I will call that building from now on.We talked about how much more careful we should've been or how much better the party could've been if we simply forgot about it and talked about something different and, eventually, we followed our own self-complaints and talked about something else. Eventually, topics came full circle, and we were talking about the party and shootout again when we noticed the time. We even talked over lunch in my house because there was so much debate. After a while, we reached a conclusion that everyone could've done better and we all needed to try harder next time. But everyone still had different opinions. And I wanted to settle it.

When I finally had all of their attention, I told them what I wanted, and they all agreed. But the methods were not sounding good until I came up to suggest that one dragon talks, then another, then another all the way around and resolve it that way.They all agreed readily to that. So I started with the dragon called Charlie, a nice-looking bronze dragon, and ended with Beauty, my golden dragon. I then said what I believed happened from all their stories. All except one fit into the story I proposed to them and I called my golden dragon up to tell me why that one story didn't fit in.

Her story.

She told me all of it and, right in front of my eyes, she pulled out proof. She had recorded their behavior. She heard them saying," If we propose a false story to her, then we can trick her and do... stuff...to her. Then, we say to her that we lied and hope she forgives us so we can say she had reason to be wary of us when we do it to her. Then, we lull her into a false sense of security and then attack. And if-" They had stopped talking when they heard me and started chasing each other around, which was what I saw. I turned around. Next time I had control, they were all limp except her.

There's a time when one species of dragon can do nearly anything, and that species is mine in complete, total anger for a single life-form.That one little Achilles' Heel, however, is you lose control. Like when that happened. I had saved them, nearly with my life to pay, and that was how they rewarded me? With plans to kill me? I was swatting away sadness like flies and replacing it with spider-like anger and madness for them killing me in their plans and making it look like an accident and then just walk away. With that much anger in my heart, I exploded and fireballed them and punched them and kicked them and made them fall out of the air like poisoned flies, only to swoop down again to hurt them more, and they realized that was what I meant when I said bad. They remembered the same glow I had then as when I fought those people in my eyes.

Honestly, I'm still in wonder of how I didn't kill even one dragon.

Once I finally got a grip on reality, I made sure they learned their lesson and then we didn't talk about it much. That is, until we heard of a much bigger scheme and knew what had to happen.

Because it would affect the whole world. But that's a story for another time.

Once I think about it, I've had a lot of hard work and suggestions and heartbreak and madness and even pure rage, but overall, I'm doing pretty well at containing it. True, I'm not perfect, but then again no one is, not even in my race. So I'm proud of myself.

Loud yet quiet

lee_hawk — Sat, 27 Nov 2010 19:36:49 GMT

After we rested ourselves from that encounter, we decided to throw a party for staying alive. We also chose to use the song, "Staying Alive". Everyone who had a dragon was invited, as was everyone else who wanted to come. We made sure to have fun for those who might want it at the party, so we made an obstacle course, which was to make sure they got away from "traps", which were large lines across, and with the "dragons", little pieces of foam in a form, still intact by "flying", a.k.a. going up or down by cables attached to the seats they'd sit in. We had wine, as well as undiluted, strong, hard-working beer we called "dragonblood " for those who wished to sample it. We even had challenges for those who wanted to try.

The only uneasy thing about it was trying to have a conversation without mentioning about traps or my month in the hospital. We talked a little bit, but there wasn't too much speaking adding to the noisy air. We mostly focused on doing things instead of saying things. So it was mostly other noises. In the first half of the day, speaking was mostly shouts of,"Hurray!". In the second half, it was children saying,"Aw! I don't want to leave yet!" and parents saying things like," Honey, I'm sorry, but we have to go. Do you want to cancel that play date with Mindy and Susan?" and such.

At midnight, everyone departed in groups of twos and threes, pleasantly contented with the evening, except for the cleaners, a.k.a. us, for we had to put this all up again. Luckily for us, the rest of the night passed without activity. We went home afterward, and the moment my head hit the pillow, I was asleep.

We slept for a day afterward. It was tiring.

Avoiding Traps

lee_hawk — Sat, 20 Nov 2010 19:57:56 GMT

Everyone was about to leave the building I chose for cover and such, for the love of the dragons was dying down. But, needless to say, they were still stunned by the dragons. They were surely going to show off the dragons. I knew they loved their dragons, but I still made them pledge not to do harm. They pledged as one," I pledge not to harm my dragons and to take care of them with as much as I can give to them." To their surprise, I pledged too. So they walked out, happy with their dragons. I knew they needed someone to help them, but I needed my own help too. So I surprised the small dragons by saying," We both need help. Would you be willing to help me if I help you too?" They said yes. But by that time, we needed each other much more than we thought. For the people who weren't invited were jealous. And they wanted revenge on me.

So we went into the rest of the building to leave, and nearly got caught in a trap.There were all kinds of traps, but it was mostly wires to tangle us. From then on, we helped each other so much we became inseparable from each other. We both saved each other on many occasions. The hardest time I had was when they attacked physically. For I protected my little dragons from harm, but nearly at the cost of my life. The reason we got caught in the last trap was there was meat enough for a week, and dodging all of the traps was taking up a lot of energy. It was a good thing it was the last attack on me, for the dragons had to carry me to a hospital because I had passed out from blood loss, shock, and lack of energy, and then was knocked unconscious by blows.

I awoke in a white room. Then I remembered passing out and panicked instantly. I sat up and asked," Where are my dragons?", softly at first, then louder. The tenth time around, I screamed. When no one came, I cried and sobbed for my dragons. I was so panicked, I flew around until I saw my dragons. I was tired, but I didn't care. I went down and cried and sobbed, but this time with joy instead of sadness. I, once again, passed out.

I woke up again, but this time much more quickly. And this time, my dragons were near. As soon as they knew I'd be okay, they asked me question after question after question. I answered them all as best I could. Then, I asked them what happened. They told me everything, from when I had passed out and they knew I would both kill and be killed to save them, to why I woke up in a white room, to why they had no clue I was calling.

We all chose to put our difficulties behind us and get better. So we went to my home and rested. Then we swore not to fall for another trap like that.

A New Future for Dragons

lee_hawk — Fri, 12 Nov 2010 02:21:28 GMT

Continued from last week.

While I was thinking about how, I started thinking about why this happened. And then I found the answer to why. Of course! Lies, fairy tales, legends, and stories drove them to do this to us. They heard about us, but had believed it all, the stories of a heap of treasure near our caverns. Of course, there were flaws, like the fact we do not live in caverns and never have, but they don't know that. I thought, "I must deconstruct these myths. I must." I started right then and there. I began to simply soak up all myths about us and let fly true facts, deconstructing the whole false knowledge of dragons and making it true. And the kids simply believed me and spread it.

"Aha, that's why this whole thing was believed! They believe anything." I thought. So I let loose fact after fact like an infinite amount of arrow facts from my mouth bow. Eventually, even adults, who had been told all their life these things were wrong, believed the facts. Partly. They simply never believed a nine-year-old, which was the form I had taken, could speak the infinite truth about dragons. I couldn't show them my identity. That would just make them kill me. Then I hatched a brilliant plan-literally.

I invited everyone, after a few years of letting it soak in, to get a dragon. I had found a litter of unwanted eggs and decided to let people try them out. It looked almost like they were already saying,"C'mon, they're fakes. Admit it now, loud and clear. We won't hurt you then." Well, I didn't care what they thought because they were real! I shot them a defiant stare if they had that look in their eyes because I knew it. I knew it was real.

"They're fake.They're fake!" they chanted. I got so mad I snapped into the microphone "Stop!" And that single, barked command made them stop mid-syllable, and stop as if they had finished and were convinced. Except they weren't convinced, but scared out of half-wits, and quarter-wits, and eighth-wits. I continued with my story, gave them an egg each and told them to wait until it cracks and I got the rest. They waited and beautiful sapphire blue and gorgeous emarald green dragons hatched. They were stunned. I had said dragons and I meant dragons.

They probably thought, "Nothing can compare to these. Beautiful!" They were about to leave but they still hadn't seen the last hatchling.

"There's more!" I called. So they looked and there, at the center of the table, was one more egg. When it hatched, it was more beautiful than the morning's dawn, smoother than the finest silk, and more charming than a unicorn. And, with the last hatchling, a gold and purple dragon, I had finished deconstructing the platforms of hate and greed and replaced them with love. Pure love. As a a sparkling whirlwind surrounded me, I returned to my dragon form. I spread my wings wide and took my dragons under my wing for whatever laid ahead. We would always stay together.

Constructive critasism welcomed.

Here There Be Dragons

lee_hawk — Sat, 06 Nov 2010 16:27:58 GMT

"Me, the only dragon here." I thought sadly. I was in a field thinking about the things I knew was wrong about us but silly mortals believe,except for the really stupid ones, who think we do not exist. If only... I could not think about the "people" who invaded 2 days ago. I wish they would just die out or even just not kill us. I almost took pity on the little ones. I am so glad I did not, the wretched brats who tried to take the little we have to eat for themselves.Oh well.

I sighed deeply. I should just get my powers back and fly away, but I did not. Mom kept them anyway, so how would I get them? Oh well, you cannot get everything. So I had to have my powers at times "people" could not see them and could barely ever see my friends because I have to fly. If only they could understand anything we did, had, or were. Oh well.

I could try to spread truth, but then I would be accused a dragon and either be burned, starved, or iced to death. If they knew. If they could know. If they would accept. And for the millionth time, if they could kill all "mythical" creatures, which I had friends in each group except ogres and giants, which like to kill us for our gold, and forget about myths, stories, and legends. Just living in their own little world. Oblivious to all outside danger. I would take them and teach them about us, but that would be impossible. Oh well.

Maybe I could kill them all- No, I should not even think such bad thoughts, not even about the ones who invade our land and try to kill our people. If I have such horrible thoughts, maybe our people deserve this. Maybe that is why they did this to us. Maybe I could find what they are opposed to about dragons and change not them, but us... That might work. But how do I do it without me being suspicious?

Introduction

lee_hawk — Fri, 29 Oct 2010 00:53:08 GMT

Hi! I'm Lee Hawk, but my step mother, shadowwolf13 calls me Miss Kid on her journal. I like to write, but I'm somewhat new here and can only hope to do well. Unfortunetely, because I'm only 9, I have school so I won't be able to read most of the entries. I hope you won't hold that against me.

I like to swim and I like to read as well. I've recently read The Giver, Miracle Girls (1 & 2), and Tuck Everlasting. I'm in the Manga Club at my school and we're getting to go to Oni Con this weekend. I'm learning Turkish and will be learning Spanish. I also like animals, especially lions.

Thank you for reading and I hope that I do well.

LJ Idol

lee_hawk — Fri, 29 Oct 2010 00:31:23 GMT

I will participate in this season of LJ Idol.