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When I was a little girl my father used to tell me stories of dragons. Great grim sky dragons that nested on the cliff tops like gigantic scary birds. Little brown scuttling dragons that hunted down the mice and rats in well-organized packs. Preposterously huge sea dragons that were 20 times as big as the big blue whale. He told me these stories with a far away look in his eye and a soft smile on his face as if reminiscing about old friends, and it seemed to me like that was exactly what he was doing.
He wasn’t the only one, on New Berk dragons were a part of our culture, maybe even the most important part. Statues of the creatures decorated every street, it was strange to find a home that didn’t have some amount of dragon decor. Twice thus far in my life I had been lucky enough to see the amazing creatures, but they were so brief they hardly felt real. Even the exhilarating feeling of flying atop the one’s back on my mother’s lap has almost completely faded. Time's cruel hand pushed it down to the point at which it feels like a dream. That's where I’ve seen them most, in my dreams. They haunt me like ghosts, but I don’t feel afraid of them anymore. They feel more like long-gone relatives who are watching over me.
I wish I could have known them the way my mother and father did. Could have experienced their nostalgic, slightly tragic smiles as they reminisce about their long-gone companions. But sadly that will never happen. My father has always told me the dragons leaving was necessary for their safety, and if there's one thing I want more than to see a dragon again, it’s to know that they are still out there, and that they're safe.