Post by Coach on Jun 7, 2013 7:51:05 GMT -5
So you think you know dragons do you? I'm betting you're wrong. Dragons are more complicated than the layman thinks. I know full well, because once a few moons back, I was that layman. You know dragons no better than I did, back then. I was young and foolish. A headstrong idiot who was no better than the young glory-hunters, taking home a meager prize for the day's fresh kill.
I went face to face with a dragon, I did the moves, I dodged the fire and I slammed down my sword with a rejoiceful snap. The dragon lay dead at my feet and I stood proudly. But things were not done and at the time I felt it. I still remember that sensation now, actually. Looking at the corpse and realising that this wasn't right. Had I been wrong the whole time? Was my dragon no more than a construct of some deluded ideals?
Reality would soon find me when I was cast down. At the last possible second I was spared the machete blow and I took that as a sign to go and find answers. I was lost and hopeless when I reached the mountain and I wasn't certain that I could find anything. But I searched and I realised that it really was quite simple. I didn't know dragons. They are all around us and you cannot just slay one. Because one dragon isn't enough when another is right behind you ready to pounce.
When you dance with dragons, you have to be swift. The dance is quick and fierce and ferocious. If you step the wrong way, the flames will consume you. If you step too fast, the flames will confuse you. Step too slow? You get the idea. You are tap-dancing through a column of fire as it spreads around your feet. Like the fires of Mount Andouille that even now are spreading around my feet. Every day I wake up and look at the fires, along with the red sky they create and I know. I know that it's full on and I'm dancing the dance right now.
The rise of the Phoenix isn't a fast process and neither is the dance. We must observe and we must meditate long and hard on our findings. A younger Coach was a foolhardy man who rushed forth with a sword waving. It is a wonder I survived that encounter at all. But I did, and I am eternally grateful for that second chance. With rebirth comes new opportunities. Gone are the mistakes I made. I plunged them into Andouille on arrival. I watched them burn and I nodded grimly. The Lord blessed my descent and I strode into my camp, ready to start dancing.
And now I cannot stop. It would be easy to think that tonight will go smoothly. Indeed, I can catch my breath a little which is why I have time to pen down my thoughts. But it is a fleeting thing and if I step back too long, for just a second too much, I know that all I have done will be undone and will crumble into ashes. So I will keep dancing. There is much and more to be done. I have eyes looking everywhere as I reach out to take more disciples under my wing.
I have an idea of what is happening elsewhere on the Island, and I will trust this knowledge. Even if it is wrong, the truth can be found in the fables. Tonight I will sleep well and rejuvenate my strength. For there be dragons all around and not all of them will slay themselves.
I went face to face with a dragon, I did the moves, I dodged the fire and I slammed down my sword with a rejoiceful snap. The dragon lay dead at my feet and I stood proudly. But things were not done and at the time I felt it. I still remember that sensation now, actually. Looking at the corpse and realising that this wasn't right. Had I been wrong the whole time? Was my dragon no more than a construct of some deluded ideals?
Reality would soon find me when I was cast down. At the last possible second I was spared the machete blow and I took that as a sign to go and find answers. I was lost and hopeless when I reached the mountain and I wasn't certain that I could find anything. But I searched and I realised that it really was quite simple. I didn't know dragons. They are all around us and you cannot just slay one. Because one dragon isn't enough when another is right behind you ready to pounce.
When you dance with dragons, you have to be swift. The dance is quick and fierce and ferocious. If you step the wrong way, the flames will consume you. If you step too fast, the flames will confuse you. Step too slow? You get the idea. You are tap-dancing through a column of fire as it spreads around your feet. Like the fires of Mount Andouille that even now are spreading around my feet. Every day I wake up and look at the fires, along with the red sky they create and I know. I know that it's full on and I'm dancing the dance right now.
The rise of the Phoenix isn't a fast process and neither is the dance. We must observe and we must meditate long and hard on our findings. A younger Coach was a foolhardy man who rushed forth with a sword waving. It is a wonder I survived that encounter at all. But I did, and I am eternally grateful for that second chance. With rebirth comes new opportunities. Gone are the mistakes I made. I plunged them into Andouille on arrival. I watched them burn and I nodded grimly. The Lord blessed my descent and I strode into my camp, ready to start dancing.
And now I cannot stop. It would be easy to think that tonight will go smoothly. Indeed, I can catch my breath a little which is why I have time to pen down my thoughts. But it is a fleeting thing and if I step back too long, for just a second too much, I know that all I have done will be undone and will crumble into ashes. So I will keep dancing. There is much and more to be done. I have eyes looking everywhere as I reach out to take more disciples under my wing.
I have an idea of what is happening elsewhere on the Island, and I will trust this knowledge. Even if it is wrong, the truth can be found in the fables. Tonight I will sleep well and rejuvenate my strength. For there be dragons all around and not all of them will slay themselves.