Embers Adventures

On top of a mountain, flying so high -

On the back of a dragon, floating in the sky,

Past the tobacco, the chickens, and hens -

Past the pumpkins, the corn, and wheat, my friends.

We find Ember by an old barn -

The boy on her back smiling with charm,

The town around them, up in alarm,

Burnt to a crisp by dragons that harm.

A dream from the past finds Ember to spawn:

"A dragonfly," that's what the boy would have said -

If it wasn’t ten times the size, eyes full of dread,

And didn’t make a smile; it let out fire instead.

So the battle was on until that dragon was dead -

Ember blocked the outburst quick,

Her wing sparkled as it absorbed it,

The boy on her back almost fell with a fit.

He held tightly to his backpack fit,

As Ember let out her spit -

Her skin glowed, warmer just a bit,

Her fire blue with a golden tint.

The enemy dragon tried its best -

Moving to the side, wing up to block its zest,

But it didn’t absorb the fiery blast;

Its wings, its body, scales turned to ash.

The boy hopped off Ember at last -

Looking at her with starry eyes of glass:

“A chicken and a dragonfly, a scary task,”

Then walked over to the pile of ash.

He looked at it for a moment or two,

Yet didn’t cry, worry, or brew -

He looked at Ember; he knew what to do:

“You wait here, this town may be afraid of you.”

So off he went into the town of ash,

Looking for some help at last -

When just down the path he heard something lost in the past:

“Oh please, oh please, somebody help me.”

So the boy ran over to see,

And there, by an old oak tree -

Sat a little old lady.

So the boy on his new quest,

Ran right over and spoke from the chest:

“How can I help? What will it be?

I’m on a quest to do anything, see!”

The little old lady didn’t smile a tad -

She was far from grateful or glad,

Or perhaps she was just really sad

Looking at the child in pass:

“Oh dear child, you are too kind -

My husband left me and our daughter behind,

Looking for land he said he could find.

He went up the mountain, past the blind,

And no food is left or nothing I could find.”

The boy didn’t mean to do it -

But he smiled and laughed:

“That man, my father, and I -

We crossed his path, coming down the mountain’s mass.”

The little old lady looked more concerned:

“Speaking of fathers, where is yours?

This place is dangerous for sure,

You may not believe me, dragons I say -

Four or five before I hid away,

I came out just to take a peek,

And to get some help, you see.”

And that’s the start of our story.