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THERE BE DRAGONS

Medieval Times produced many fantasies built on superstitions and ignorance.Ignorance in its true meaning: lack of knowledge or information. Medieval explorers would find large bones and conclude that they were from dragons. No one knew about dinosaurs.

The Book of Revelation, Holy Bible, referenced a beast coming up from the sea with seven heads and ten horns; on the horns were ten crowns. He was given the name ‘blasphemy’.  It was further described being like a leopard, feet like a bear and mouth like a lion. The Book of Job, Holy Bible, depicts a large beast of spectacular proportions called leviathan that travels on land and in the sea. It further describes the creature as scaly, shooting fire from his nostrils and mouth. A behemoth pictured as a monstrous herbivore.

Since these descriptions were found in the Bible, early Christians purported that dragons did exist. In Medieval Times the church rose to powerful authority and the masses believed all their doctrines. Stories arose of knights slaying dragons, e.g., St. George and his battle with a dragon. Since Bible prophecy was still dimly lit, the ecclesiastical teachers remained fans of actual dragons.

Kings sponsored many crusades: a journey from their kingdom to the Holy Land to fight against the infidels.  Basically, the crusades were religious wars with Christians trying to regain lands taken from them. Many pictures show armor-clad knights carrying shields and banners. The shields might picture crosses, and the banners might represent the king who sent them. Stories were brought back of many strange sights, including unnamed animals.

Dragons do exist. But, perhaps, not as colorfully depicted as in earlier times. We may never see a Jabberwocky outside of the pages of Lewis Carroll’s Alice In Wonderland or an enchanted beast who turns back into prince charming in Gabrielle-Suzanne Barbot de Villeneuve’s Beauty and the Beast fairy tale. But the World of Disney does its best to keep our imaginings alive.

THERE BE DRAGONS.

The Komodo Dragon on the Komodo Island, Indonesia. Its bite is fatal to humans. The male can reach 200 pounds and his only known predator is another Komodo dragon. The little guy below fits one of the criteria: he spits death from his mouth. He may look like a pink caterpillar walking on rubber stilts, but he is definitely on steroids. Death shoots from his mouth in the form of cyanide. From one end of the spectrum to the other, large and small, dragons do exist.

In our book Blaze the Dragon, the Adventures of Ra-me the Traveling Troubadour Book 2, we can see King Lister commanding Ra-me’s father to force Ra-me to accept the invitation to play at Dragon Village for the young dragon heir. Ra-me’s father is the king’s vassal, living on fief from the monarch, and is obligated to obey. The dragons must stay appeased.

Blaze the Dragon was to be thirteen and Father Inferno Dragon wanted an unusual entertainment for his son. What more unusual entertainment in a dragon village than to have the King’s own troubadour giving a concert. Of course, concessions had to be made. Ra-me’s safety had to be guaranteed.  So, with the confidence of youth and a free-pass in his pocket, Ra-me rides his mule to dragon village. Of course, he was promised a bag of gems.

A problem arises and the birthday dragon loses his ability to throw flames, not even a spark with which to light the candles on his birthday cake. When the other dragons fail to remedy the catastrophe, Father Inferno demands Ra-me heal Blaze’s affliction. Ra-me strums and plucks magic with the strings of his lute, and all ends well.

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