Those Eyes

As any other day she woke, and as every other day; the first stop was the bathroom. As she sat, letting the first river of the morning flow she felt the flickers of the dream she woke from. She was herself, and yet a whole new being.

She had always had a love for mythical beings, fairies, pixes, unicorns and dragons took her daydreams more than any other creature of her fantasy world.

She flaked it off as just another dream, and yet the power she felt, the roar that she felt as she woke herself to it. 

Emma was always a wild child, one who walked to the beat of her own drum. Everything in front of her was never enough, and so she sought out to make her fantasy secret life more real than she could ever imagine. 

That morning she woke as she had as a child to stare at a pair of eyes that she had thought were not her own, yet they were absolutely hers.

Emma had been forced from childhood to attend church, and was always told that her imagination went overboard. She was never supported in her beliefs and that there was more than one god and one way of life, so as they all deemed her "weird" she never paid any attention to said words from school peers right up to her own parents telling her that her nonsense wasn't going to be tolerated. 

It was then that she began keeping a journal; not of just thoughts and feelings, but of her short stories and sightings in her dreams as well.

In her dreams she was free, and could think and feel as she pleased without those who thought less of her for her beliefs that she was just crazy and her imagination would land her in an insane asylum. 

She had begun reading books about dreaming, astral projection, and other forces of the universe being very much alive in some modern civilization. 

As she grew older, and beyond the condescending comments of family, she graduated and went on to study occult in college. 

It wasn't long before she earned a degree in occult studies and creative writing. 

Not long after earning her degree, she began making friends that believed the same ways she had grown accustomed to. In this, she found her tribe, her true family and those who believed as she always had. The happiest time of her life and yet she woke this very morning from the very same nightmare that had begun this way of life as a child. She was a dragon, she felt it in her gut, and in her heart and now as she stood staring at those eyes in the mirror she knew it had to be more real than a dream.

The eyes that stared back at her glowing a yellow/orange color were not the eyes she had awoken to many other mornings of her life. These eyes were the ones that belonged to her soul. 

It was time to learn how to bring this soul back from the other side where dreams are unlimited. 

Later on that day she came to meet her best friend, and high priestess and discussed what had happened that very morning. Therese had been the one to bring her into the tribe when she was just learning, and was now considered a trusted friend and tribe member. 

Oddly enough Therese had found an old mirror in a house she was painting for a house going up for auction. 

This mirror was 6 feet tall by 4 feet wide and then; It was as if a whole new life was breathed through this mirror into both Emma and Therese. They could see both of themselves as they were ever meant to be. 

Emma, a dragon who's colors changed with her movement and light, a mark of beauty with glowing orange/golden eyes; standing next to an enchantress with silver hair down to her feet and perfectly combed as she wanted. She wore a head piece of horns like a crown with many crystals black and silver was her dress. 

They decided to bring this mirror to the farm of the Crone of the tribe to see what she would think.

As Therese unveiled the mirror before the crone, her reflection was that of her younger self. She was as a dragon, wolf, bear, maiden, mother and crone. Her age did not show in its form but in wisdom of the pure white hair that braided down to her feet. Her eyes were a reflective silver, showing the wisdom she had accumulated over here many years. 

It was then that Emma's and Therese's image changed. Emma was not a full fledged dragon but a woman with fierce muscle, wings, and a crown that of dragon horns yet the delicate beauty of a maiden. Therese's reflection barely changed, she is as she was meant to be. In the crones reflection showed not only her face but the face of Therese as well. 

This mirror was a mirror of truth and meant to be kept within this tribe for generations to come. 

This was no ordinary mirror, they were no ordinary women, they were Maiden, Mother and Crone and would go on to lead the tribe and Kin. 

This mirror was kept hidden from the world for generations of this tribe. It moved on to the granddaughters of their granddaughters. 

One such granddaughter, who had been given the name of her great grandmother Emma, also woke as a child one morning. She was shaking and nearly did not make it to the bathroom to see her reflection in the mirror. 

As this Emma was raised by those of her great grandmother's tribe, she was not afraid, but excited to see what the mirror of truth had to show her.

So she then went to her great grandmother, who was sitting in the moon garden waiting. 

"Grandmother, I think I've had the dream you mentioned in so many of your bedtime stories."

"Well little Emma let us see what the truth will reveal." The old crone spoke as she unveiled the mirror to reflect a young and beautiful dragon standing before the mirror. 

The old crone grandmother let tears stream down her face in pride; that she had created such a wonderful soul to carry on her protection of the tribe as maiden, then mother, and some day the same old crone she had become. 

Emma the elder, watched happily as the young Emma skipped back off to bed with dreams of the things she could become, while the old crone stared one last time into the mirror and became a pure white dragon and in this mirror the dragon flew away with the elder Emma. 

The grandchildren and members of the tribe, allowed her a grand funeral and put her in a boat shaped with dragon's wings, into the large lake and let her blaze into the next realm as she had always wished. 

The reflection on the mirror showed; as her dragon boat blazed throughout the lake; of her flying far off into the sky as a pure white dragon. 

Emma Lindau