July/August Llama Pajama Story- Angel
Prompt: “I am bitter and complicated. It’s one of my charms.”
“I don’t think you know what that word means”I am is bitter and complicated. It’s one of my charms.”
“I don’t think you know what that word means. Or how to count.”
You know, I wish they would teach us more about Vikings
Once upon a time there was a girl with mermaid hair and a smile
brighter than the sun who lived in a castle on a hill. She was a very
young queen but her people loved her and theirs was a happy kingdom.
But then, the king from a neighboring land showed up at her door and
demanded that the young queen marry him.
“No!” The girl sputtered.
“You must”, said the king. “No one else will have me.”
The queen was flabbergasted. “Are you insane?” She cried.
“What I am is bitter and complicated. It’s one of my charms.”
“I don’t think you know what that word means”, said the queen. “Or how
“Nevertheless”, the king intoned, “you must marry me.” He led her to a
window. There, on the edge of her city was the kings vast army. “If
you marry me then I will let your people continue to live in peace.
And if you won’t, well, you can tell them why you want them all to
die. You have three days to prepare for the wedding.” And with that,
the king swept out of the castle.
The queen sank to her knees. She did not cry, she was too shocked to
cry. She stayed there on the floor, wracking her brain for a solution
to this horrible dilemma. Her kingdom did not have a large army. They
had been at peace for so long that the art of war had fallen to the
wayside. She could not marry this vile man. But how could she condemn
her people to die for her?
The next day the queen went to the king. “I need a week to prepare”,
she told him.
“I gave you three days”, said the king. “It’s the same thing. “
The queen frowned. “Again with the not knowing how to count. I need a week.”
The king finally agreed and the queen raced home. She packed a bag and
headed for the wind blown beach that bordered her lands. She loved the
beach and her mother, rest her soul, had told her that the ancients
had always found their answers on the sands. The queen used up a full
day to reach the ocean, and she prayed her mothers stories were true.
But when she arrived at the beach, though she felt her spirit sigh
with happiness, answers did not immediately become clear. She stared
into the sea and listened to the whispers of the surf. “Shhhhh,
shhhhhhh”, it said. She argued with the roaring wind and counted
grains of sand. But still there were no answers. The tears came. The
queens shoulders shook as despair flooded her heart. There was no way
she could save both herself and her people. Soon, tears gave way to
exhaustion and she fell asleep to the lullaby of the ocean. “Shhhhh,
While she slept, she dreamed of her mother and the stories she used to
tell. Of great warriors and fantastical creatures. Of a way of life
that had faded into myth.
The queen awoke, warm and rested, to the smell of fire and salt. She
sat up and scrubbed at her eyes, certain she was still dreaming. A
dragon lay curled around her. This had to be a dream. She stretched
out her fingers and felt the sharp scales. “Good morning”, it said.
The queen sputtered. “You, you, you aren’t real? Are you?”
“Last I checked”, the creature rumbled. She could feel the heat of it,
its scent of char and ocean a pleasant burn in her nose. This was the
myth her mother had spoken of. But dragons had disappeared centuries
“Why are you here? Where did you come from?” She shivered, not from
cold but from nerves and excitement.
The dragon opened its enormous wings into a tent around her. “I have
always been here. I live here. But you have never needed me, until
now, I think.”
The queen swallowed hard, reminded of her predicament. “You know? Of
my plight? Of the threat to my people?”
The dragon’s low growl reverberated through the queen’s body. “He is a
dunga, and easy enough to dispatch.” It stood, unwrapping itself from
around her. “It is time you and your people returned to the old ways.
Come.” It led her to the edge of the ocean.
“But the army, it has us surrounded. If only there were more like you.”
“But there are.” The dragon chuckled. It roared then, and for the
first time, the queen felt afraid. She cowered in the sand.
But as quickly as the fear came, it faded. Slowly, ever so slowly, she stood. She
grinned at the dragon. “Let’s do this.”